"I am so tired I could sleep for a week." Andrew threw open the door to the motel room and dropped his bag on the bed. Jamie chuckled behind him. They were both dressed like vampire hookers in combat boots and leather: Jamie in a tight leather dress with mesh sleeves and fishnet stockings, Andrew in leather pants and his black button down shirt half open. His hair, normally messy and on end was spiked more prominently and he was wearing eyeliner and a fake lip piercing. She had paired eyeliner with dark eye shadow and blood red lipstick. Her hair had been dyed black recently; it was flowed over her shoulders in loose waves. They looked each other up and down and laughed, despite the fact they had spent the night together. Andrew took out their machetes and began cleaning the blood from the blades while Jamie unpacked the research file to burn it. The buzzing of a cellphone startled the pair and Jamie hunted through her bag for the device.

"Sammy?" She put the phone to her ear and waited for an answer from her twin.

"Hey Jamie, where are you?" Sam buzzed on the other end. "I got something you wanna check out."

"I'm in…AJ where are we exactly?" Jamie looked over her shoulder to her boyfriend.

"About 20 miles south of Pittsburgh." He answered.

"Yeah. We just took out a nest. Anyway, what's going on?"

"Dean and I got a chick who claims she killed a man because an angel told her to. And she's not the only one." Jamie's eyes lit up. "You know more about this stuff then I do; I think you should come down."

"I'm on my way." She hung up and grabbed her backpack. Andrew looked at her. "What?"

"We just took out a whole nest, baby." He got off the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm exhausted, you've gotta be too."

"Aje," She sighed and moved out of his arms. She opened her backpack and started to throw things inside. "Are we going to have this discussion every time I need to pick up and haul ass over to my brothers?" Andrew sighed. Jamie looked around. "Where's my gun?"

Andrew reached over towards the nightstand and handed her the handgun. "Here."

"Thanks." She took it and stuffed it into one of the pockets on her backpack before heading back towards the door. He grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you too." She whispered. "And I'll be careful."

Dean is lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. As Sam enters, Dean doesn't notice him. "Hey." Sam smacks Dean's boot to get his attention. "Hey!" He says again.

Dean finally looks up. "Hey. Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers."

Sam shifts from side to side, looking uneasy. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable."

Dean rolls his eyes at the comment. "What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull."

Sam sighs and shakes his head. "Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Dean looks slightly annoyed. "Hmm."

Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shutters to stillness.

Dean looks down and pouts. "Aw, damnit! That was my last quarter." He turns towards Sam's direction. "Hey! You got any quarters?" Dean pulls his headphones out and gets up, crossing the room and leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.

"No."

There's a knock on the door. A second later it blows open. Sam and Dean jump. Jamie is standing there still wearing her clothes from the night before. Sam and Dean stare at her. She rolls her eyes and closes the door.

Sam stutters, looking his sister up and down. "Uh. Uh. Jamie?"

Dean, however, is amused. "Something you want to tell us, sis?"

Jamie rolls her eyes in response. "I was undercover you idiots." She puts her bag down on the bed and pulls out jeans, sneakers, and a tank top. She sits down on the bed and pulls her boots off.

Dean raises an eyebrow. "At a strip club?"

Jamie doesn't look at him as she focuses on changing her clothes. "No. Trying to find a nest of vampires. Word on the street was they had seen the demon." She rolls down her stockings and pulls them off, and then slides her jeans on under her dress. Sam and Dean look at the wall.

"Did you find them?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. But they didn't know anything." She shifts her position on the bed so she can get her sports bra on. She unzips the back of the dress and pulls it off, and then pulls her tank top on and gets up, picking up her leather jacket. She puts it on and then pulls out her utility belt where she's holstered her gun and knife. "Alright. What do you guys got?" She asks, tightening the belt around her waist.

Dean turns to look at Sam. "So uh did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

Sam takes another moment to compose himself, still not over his sister's appearance. "Wha? Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

Dean smirks, crossing his arms. "But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?"

"Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."

Jamie puts her hands on her hips, walking over to stand next to Dean. "Interesting."

Dean rolls his eyes, looking much less impressed. "Oh yeah, you're right, that sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?"

Sam looks up at the ceiling trying to remember all the details. "Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil."

Now Dean looks interested. "Was he?"

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked over at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer."

Jamie frowns. "Doesn't sound evil. Course that doesn't mean squat."

Dean shrugs. "Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Jamie nods, but Sam isn't so convinced.

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little odd, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Jamie agrees.

Dean relents. "Well, odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so."

His brother and sister both turn to him, both looking slightly shocked. "Huh?" Jamie utters, moving her hair away from her face.

Sam is equally surprised. "Why not?"

Dean replies to them as if the answer is obvious. "Because there's no such thing, guys."

Jamie takes a step back. "Um…what?"

Sam throws his arms up in exasperation. "Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass."

"Dean…" Jamie chides.

Sam however sits down on the bed and looks at Dean, totally deadpan. "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"

Dean smirks. "That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under "bullcrap".

"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list." Sam returns.

"Yep."

Jamie sits down beside Sam on the bed and looks at Dean with a thoughtful expression. "Why?"

"Because I've never seen one." He answers.

Jamie shrugs. "So?"

"So, I believe in what I can see."

Sam is now completely unimpressed. "Dean! You and I and Jamie have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about."

Dean shakes his head. "Exactly. With our own eyes, that's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit, you know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms."

Jamie gets up and stares at Dean. "I was raised in a covent, that's all I'm gonna say."

Dean looks at her smirking. "Well have you seen an angel?"

"No. But that's doesn't mean a thing. I've never seen a ghoul, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. It just means I haven't come across one."

"But other hunters have."

Jamie turns and looks at Sam. "I can't talk to him, you talk to him."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Can we just…I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

Sam looks up. "I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF."

Jamie nods. "So no spirit or demon."

Dean smirks. "Not so fast. You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?"

Jamie elbows him. Sam rolls his eyes. "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."

"Could be something at his house, worth checking out." Dean says, eagerly edging towards the door.

Dean is driving as they pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. Dean mounts the steps and sees it. He turns back to his brother and sister. "Oh hey, Sam, Jamie. I think I found it. It's a sign from up above." Sam and Jamie roll their eyes. Dean peers in the window. Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha."

"I'm laughing on the inside." Sam tells him.

"I'm not." Jamie retorts. She and Sam wander around back, through a gate, and Dean follows; they find a wooden storm cellar.

Sam looks at it curiously. "You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations."

Dean turns to look at him. "You think she literally meant the foundation?"

Jamie opens the doors. "Well I'll guess we'll find out." She grabs her flashlight out of her belt and walks down the steps. Sam and Dean take out their flashlights and follow her.

"Hmm." Dean mutters, shining the flashlight around.

Jamie looks around. She puts a hand on her stomach and looks pained. "Well this is definitely setting off my radar. I have that sick feeling in the pit of the stomach."

Sam turns to her. "Yeah? Anything helpful?"

Jamie closes her eyes and stands still. After a moment she nods. "The wall." She nods again in that direction. Sam walks over and notices scratches on a wall near the floor; he leans over to get a closer look.

"I think you're right. Dean."

Dean walks over to his brother and sister. "You got something?"

Sam digs at the wall and pulls something out.

Jamie's mouth falls open. "Oh."

Dean leans in. "What is it?"

Sam turns it over in his hand. "It's a fingernail."

Dean pulls three shovels from the wall and they begin to dig. After awhile a deep pit has been completed to reveal a pile of skeletons.

Jamie peers down into the pit. "I would say that's the definition of guilty to your deepest foundations."

Sam nods in agreement. "So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian."

Dean relents a little. "Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that."

Back at the motel, Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed with a police radio in hand, listening. He looks painfully bored. Jamie is sitting crossed legged on the other bed reading from an old bound leather book.

A woman's voice comes over the radio. "We've got a minor TA, involving a motorcycle and a, uh van, this is at the corner of 28th and Pine, 28th and Pine."

Jamie looks over from her book. "Fascinating."

"I know, right." Dean says, scoffing. As Sam enters, he sighs and looks back at the "Magic Fingers" controller.

"Did you bring quarters?" He asks his brother excitedly.

Sam frowns at the controller. Jamie closes her book. "Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit." He tosses a sandwich to Jamie and another at Dean.

Jamie snickers. "Thanks for ruining my appetite." She opens the sandwich and looks at it.

Sam shrugs. "Sorry Jamie. Dean, you're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies."

"What are you talking about? I eat. And we got news."

"Me too."

Dean nods. "All right, you go first."

"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library."

"Where Carl Gully worked." Dean realizes.

Sam nods. "Yep."

"Sick bastard."

Jamie nods in agreement. "You can say that again."

"So Gloria's angel…" Sam begins, but is cut off by Dean.

"Angel?"

Sam and Jamie look at each other and roll their eyes. "Okay. Whatever this thing is . . ."

"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again." Dean states, looking over at Sam.

"What?"

Jamie gets up from the bed and walks over to her twin. "We've been listening to the police radio; this dude, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart."

"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"

"Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Dean jokes, crossing the room to take a Post-it note off the mirror. "Now, I, uh . . . I got the victim's address."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Actually I got it because Dean made me repeat it twenty times while he hunted down a pen."

Dean looks over at his sister with a smirk. "That's what you're here for."

Sam snickers.

Sam Jamie and Dean climb over the fence into the victim's yard and sneak in through the window. Sam sits down at the computer as Dean and Jamie search the house. Sam leans across the chair to get a better look at what Dean's doing. "Find anything?" He asks.

Dean looks up, holding a magazine. "Well, Frank liked his catalogue shopping, but that's about all I got." He turns away from Sam and calls down the hall. "Jamie?"

Jamie's voice echos into the room. "I'm looking!"

Sam shakes his head. "Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't . . . . hold on." He presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph. "Not anymore." He looks through the file, a disgusted look appearing on his face. Jamie walks into the room and stands beside Dean. "God."

"What?" Dean asks, looking up.

Jamie steps back and gags. Sam and Dean look at her.

"Ugh, now it's all in my head." She explains, glaring at Sam.

Dean looks confused. "What is she talking about?"

"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer." He pauses. "This lady who's thirteen years old."

Dean shakes his head. "Oh, I don't want to hear this."

Jamie nods. "My brain needs mace."

They walk over and lean in over Sam's shoulder. He glances back at them and then continues. "Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, guys. Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet."

"Great."

Sam scrolls down some more. "They were supposed to meet today."

Dean steps back considering. "Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I don't know, man, this is weird, you know? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like a…"

"Avenging angel?" Sam offers. Dean turns away. Jamie looks at him, pointedly.

"Well, how else do you explain it, Dean? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart?"

Sam nods. "At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy…"

Dean picks up a flyer from the table. "Hey."

"What?" Sam asks, moving back in his chair. Jamie looks over at her brother.

"You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?"

"Yeah." Sam answers. Jamie nods.

"What was the name of his church?"

"Our Lady of the Angels." Jamie says automatically.

Dean scoffs. "Of course that'd be the name."

Sam looks back at Jamie. "You know it?"

She nods. "Yeah I do. One of the nuns from my old school is good friends with the priest."

Dean holds up the church flier he's been looking at. "Looks like Frank went to the same church."

Dean, Jamie, and Sam walk through the sanctuary of the church. Dean and Sam glance around, looking for the priest. Jamie hangs back staring at the artwork. Dean points out something and trio advance towards friendly-looking priest named Father Reynolds. Jamie pushes through her brothers to greet him first.

"Hello Father Reynolds. I'm Jamie."They shake hands. "This is Dean, and Sam. We spoke on the phone earlier."

Father Reynolds nods. "Hello Jamie. Sister Catherine told me a thing or two about you."

Jamie's face lights up. "How is she?"

"Oh getting on in years. But she's still as sprite as ever." Father Reynolds looks past Jamie to Dean and Sam. "So you're interested in joining the parish?"

Dean nods. "Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." He shifts awkwardly.

"Where'd you say you lived before?" The priest asks. Jamie glances toward Sam and Dean.

Sam stutters so Dean answers. "Fremont, Texas."

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there."

Dean looks at Jamie and then glances back at the priest. "Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley."

"Hmm, I know a…"

Jamie shakes her head. "He meant to say Father Shaughnessy." She says quickly.

"Oh of course! He's a good friend."

"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?" Dean says, trying to save face. Jamie and Sam look at each other.

"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father." Sam tells him to move conversation along.

"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here." Father Reynolds tells them, looking a little sad.

Jamie nods. "Looks like it."

Dean glances towards Jamie and then back to the priest. "Hey, listen, I gotta ask — no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?"

"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime you work your butt off."

Dean tries not to look sheepish. "Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders."

"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years."

Sam picks up on this. "And the killers said that an angel made them do that?"

Reynolds nods. "Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic."

Jamie nods in agreement. "Yeah."

"So you don't believe in those angel yarns?" Dean asks with interest. Jamie elbows him. He gives her a "What?" look.

The priest shakes his head. "Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description."

Jamie rolls her eyes and sees the painting of Michael. "Sam." Sam glances in the direction she's looking.

He nods to the painting on the wall. "Father, that's Michael, right?"

Father Reynolds turns toward the painting. "That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons, holy force against evil."

Jamie grins. "General of the armies of God. Prince of the heavenly host. The one who cast Satan into perdition. Sancte Michael archangele defende nos."

Fr. Reynolds looks at her impressed. Sam looks smug. Dean rolls his eyes. "You speak Latin?"

Jamie nods, her cheeks flushed. "Of course."

Sam clears his throat. "So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?"

"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful; but yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. "An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified." Sam nods at the verse. Dean looks confused and turns to him and Jamie. His sister smiles again.

"Luke. Two nine." She answers. The priest nods giving her a smile back.

"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father." Dean shoves Jamie's shoulder and Sam's to get them moving.

"Oh, it' s my pleasure. Hope to see you again."

They walk out the door of the Church unto the steps.

Dean sees a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps. "Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?"

Jamie and Sam look at them, curiously.

"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."

Jamie's eyes widen. Sam sets his jaw. He looks at Jamie and she looks back at him.

"Was?" Dean asks.

"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt."

"When did this happen?"

"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."

Jamie clears her throat. "That's terrible."

Sam nods. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out."

"For what?"

"For deliverance, from the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."

Dean nods. "Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again."

FR. Reynolds goes back inside; Dean, Jamie and Sam investigate the shrine.

Dean looks at his brother and sister. "Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there." Sam shifts uncomfortably. Jamie frowns.

"He died without last rites too. A Catholic who dies without viaticum…" She cuts herself off, taking a deep breath and looking down.

Dean nods. "He knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew."

Jamie looks up at him. "And who said confession was a bad thing, big brother?"

Sam doesn't look convinced. "Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?"

Dean and Jamie turn to him. "Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?"

"Sammy…"

"What do you mean?"

Now Dean shifts uncomfortably."Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously. From the get-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?"

Sam smirks. "I do."

Jamie's eyes widen. "Really?"

Dean takes a step back. "What?"

"I do pray every day. I have for a long time."

Dean is clearly startled. "The things you learn about a guy. Huh." He turns to his sister. "Jamie? Oh I know you do, you're as gung ho on this as he is if not more so."

Jamie shakes her head. "No, I think you're right about the vengeful spirit. But I definitely believe in angels. I pray to Michael for protection from possession every night." She pulls out rosary beads.

Dean shakes his head, walking away. "I can't believe I'm running with Pope Benedict and Sister Teresa. Come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."

"Hey you got the current Pope right."

The crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. They wander through slowly, Dean a little ahead of Sam and Jamie. Dean goes into another room with Jamie, Sam stops, looking back at one of the angels. He frowns as it, and then the entire room, begin to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confusion washing away to a look of awe. In the next room Jamie's eyes go wide and she drops to her knees.

"Jamie?" Dean drops down next to her.

Jamie looks up at him. "Sam."
Dean hurries back into the room. "Sam, come on, get the lead out." He sees Sam in a dead faint on the floor, and rushes over. Jamie rushes in behind him. "Sammy? Sammy! Hey!"

Sam jerks awake, groaning.

"Sam?" Jamie asks. "You okay?"

Sam stares at the stone angel, stunned. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay."

"Come on." Dean and Jamie haul Sam to his feet and guide him into the sanctuary, each with a hand on his arms, and Dean shuts the door behind them.

Jamie stares at her brother. "Sam, you've seen…"

Dean interrupts her. "You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?"

Sam is nodding. "Yeah. Yeah. Guys, I saw an angel."

"You..."Sam sits as Dean pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him. "All right. Here."

Sam refuses it. "I don't want a drink."

Dean shrugs, takes a swig and hands it to Jamie. "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?"

"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace."

Dean looks at Jamie.

Jamie nods. "He's right. I felt it."

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glowsticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"

Jamie slaps her brother's shoulder. "Dean, stop."

"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was."

Dean sighs. "It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." he sits down on another pew. "Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner, you've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?"

"Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will."

Dean stands and starts pacing. "Oh, this is, this is . . . I don't believe this."

Jamie stares at Sam.

"Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!"

"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now."

Jamie gets up and grabs Dean's jacket. "Not the same thing, Dean. So not the same thing…" Dean looks at her and shoves her away.

"What do you know about it? Not a damn thing, Jamie." She snarls at him. He eyes her.

"Don't diss her like that!" Sam looks up angrily. "You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility —"

"What, that this is an angel?"

"Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will! Right, Jamie?"

Jamie shakes her head. "Don't. Don't put me in the middle of this."

"You were born in the middle of this!"

Dean groans. "Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You two, you've got faith. That's — hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier." he sits again. Jamie sighs and leans against the pew. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that — mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me."

Sam and Jamie look at him. "You never told me that."

"Or me."

Dean looks up at them. "Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" He pauses. "Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit."

Jamie leans her head in against Sam's. "Maybe he's right, Sam. Or maybe you are. I don't know. I just think we need to go about this from both angles, alright?"

They make their way through the crypt to find that Father Gregory's tombstone is covered in creeping vines; Dean, Jamie, and Sam crouch before it.

Sam fingers it with interest. "That looks like—"

Dean nods. "It's wormwood."

Jamie jerks backward. "Wormwood? The plant associated with the dead? The ones that are not at rest?"

"Yeah. I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, guys."

Jamie looks up. "God…"

"Maybe." Sam says.

"Maybe?"

"Maybe?"

"Jamie. Dean, I don't know what to think."

"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof."

Sam looks at him. "How?"

"We'll summon Gregory's spirit."

Jamie grins. "A séance."

"What? Here? In the church?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that séance ritual in Dad's journal."

"Actually since we're in a church maybe we should use the one in my journal. It's a little more…religious."

Dean high fives Jamie. "Good thinking."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available."

Dean is deadpan. "That's funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest."

"But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothing will happen."

Jamie puts her arms around Sam. "That's the point, Sam. This way we'll be able to tell for sure."

"Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam, we don't have to operate on faith. Don't you want to know for sure?"

Dean, Jamie, and Sam leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling. "Dude. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?"

Jamie pulls her leather jacket tighter over her torso. "Well I'd give ya a proper one, but mine burned the last time I exorcized a demon."

"We'll just put it Spongebob side down."

Sam laughs, then stops in shock, staring at something across the street: a young man holding a bunch of flowers; a bright white light glows behind him. Jamie stops and looks at Sam.

"Dean, Jamie, that's it."

Dean stops. "What?"

"The sign?"

Sam points. "Yeah, that's the sign!"

"Where?" Dean looks around.

"Right there, right behind that guy!" Sam tells them. Jamie points him out. "That's him, Dean. We have to stop him." The young man crosses the street; Sam starts to go after him but Dean and Jamie stop him.

"Wait a minute."

"What are you doing? Let me go."

"No, Sam wait a second."

"You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?" Dean squeezes his brother's shoulder. Jamie frowns.

"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him."

"Define "stop", huh? I mean, what are you going to do?"

"Dean, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it."

Jamie sighs. "Dean, we can't just ignore it."

He looks at her and then looks at Sam. "All right, come on."

The young man has gotten into a car and starts it up, pulling away. Dean gets in the driver side of his car and starts it; Sam tries to get in the other side but the door is locked. Jamie tries to open the passenger side but it's also locked.

"Dean."

"Dean. Unlock my door."

"You're not killing anyone, Sam. I got this guy, you two go do the séance."

"Dean!"

Jamie and Dean share a look. Jamie grabs the back of Sam's shirt. "Come on, Sam."

Dean pulls away. Jamie and Sam walk towards the Church.

Kneeling before Gregory's grave, Sam has the spell materials spread out: a circle of small white candles, a large black candle, the placemat (Spongebob side down), and both John's journal and Jamie's. He lights the candles. Jamie picks up her journal, and reads. "Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus, te oramus nobiscum colloquere aput nos circita." Sam sprinkles some herb on the black candle and it flares once, brightly.

Father Reynolds enters. "What are you doing? What is this?" Sam and Jamie are both startled.

Sam grabs unto his sister. Jamie looks up. "Damnit. Father uh…"

"Uh, Father, please. We can explain. Um . . . actually, maybe we can't. Um. This is a, a séance."

"A séance? Young man, you are in the House of God. And you should know better, young lady."

"It's not…exactly a séance, um…uh…"Jamie holds up her rosary beads.

"It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any."

"Enough. You two are coming with me."

Jamie shakes her head. "Father wait."

"Father, please, you, just wait a second!"

As the priest pulls Sam and Jamie to the exit, a familiar bright glow builds behind them. They turn, Reynolds in awe, Sam in disappointment, Jamie sighs.

"Oh my god! Is that, is that an angel?"

Jamie shakes her head. "No, it's not." She glances at her brother.

"No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory."

The bright glow dims and coalesces to reveal a young, handsome priest.

"Thomas?!"

"I've come in answer to your prayers." Gregory tells them. Sam and Jamie approach Gregory's spirit cautiously. He looks at them. "Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry."

"Don't worry, it's being taken care of." Jamie says. She eyes his carefully.

Fr. Gregory grins, recognizing her. "Jamie Winchester. I never thought I'd see the day. What a lovely young woman you've become."

Sam raises an eyebrow and looks at his sister. "Jamie?"

Jamie looks at Sam. "He was a seminarian when I was at the convent." She smiles a little, remembering the young priest-to-be who would sneak her chocolate after-hours.

Sam nods. "Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel."

"Of course I am."

Jamie shakes her head. "No. You can't be."

"You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest."

Father Gregory shakes his head. "I was a man. But now I'm an angel. I was on the steps of the church. And I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And suddenly I could see . . .everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you."

"Help me how? Those murders — that was because of you?"

"I received the Word of God. He spoke to me, told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will."

Jamie steps forward. "This cannot be God' will."

Reynolds nods. "You're driving innocent people to kill."

"Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?"

Jamie steps in front of Sam. Sam grabs unto her shoulders. "How can you call this redemption?" Jamie demands. Sam pulls on her.

"You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things."

Sam looks at him. "Those people. They're locked up."

"No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to heaven."

"No. No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believe. You're lost, misguided."

"Father. No, I'm not misguided."

"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels."

"But . . . but I don't understand. You prayed for me to come."

"I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will. "Thou shalt not kill". That's the word of God."

FR. Gregory is staring, bewildered, at his own headstone. He turns to face Reynolds, Jamie, and Sam.

"Let us help you." Sam tells him. Jamie grabs her brother's arm.

"Please."

"No."

"It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites."

"You have to have last rites. For a Catholic to be denied viaticum is unthinkable, it's against everything we've been taught. Please." Jamie begs.

FR. Gregory nods in resignation; FR. Reynolds lifts his hands in prayer. Jamie crosses herself and kneels down. Sam looks her and copies her motions. "Oh Holy Host, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God." Reynolds gasps as Gregory flickers like a distorted image.

"Father Reynolds?"

"Rest." Gregory kneels; Reynolds holds a hand over his forehead. "I call upon the archangel Raphael, Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend; that this being might be awakened to the world beyond."

FR. Gregory does as the bright holy glow again, then vanishes. Reynolds lowers his hand in awe. Jamie and Sam look up in amazement.

Back in their motel room Sam and Jamie are packing. Jamie brings her bag over and looks at Sam. He looks at her and looks away. They haven't spoken since they got back. Jamie sighs. Dean walks in. "How was your day?"

Jamie glances at Sam and then looks at Dean. "You were right, if it makes you happy."

Dean pulls out his flask, takes a drink and hands it to Jamie. Jamie takes a drink and gives it back to Dean.

" It wasn't an angel, it was Gregory." Dean considering, offers it to Sam. Sam takes it.

"I don't know, Dean, I just . . . " he sits on the bed "I wanted to believe, so badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know? There's so much evil out there in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up."

Dean sits on the bed beside him. "Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you."

Jamie sits on the bed at his other side. "So am I."

Sam nods. "Yeah, I know you are. But it's just you two. And I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe . . ."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe I could be saved."

"Sam." Jamie reaches over and puts her arms around him. He wraps his arms around her and is quiet for a moment, then pulls back and looks at Dean.

He laughs. "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgement, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes."

Jamie shakes her head. "That doesn't mean we stop believing though. Hell, as long as this stuff exorcizes demons and spirits I'm gonna believe in it."

Dean nods. "Yeah, well, it's funny you say that."

"Why?"

Jamie looks at Dean and then smirks a little.

"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time."

Sam moves closer to Dean. "What happened?"

"He's dead."

"Did . . . you?"

"No." Jamie gets up and moves over to Dean. He looks up at her and wraps an arm around her waist.

"No. But I'll tell you one, thing. If . . .the way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I never would have believed it. I mean, I don't know what to call it."

Jamie looks at him. "Hmm."

"What? Dean, what did you see?"

"Maybe . . . God's will."

Sam, Dean, and Jamie all look at each other before Dean looks away. Jamie moves to grab her bag. Sam slides over.