Church

Dean fiddled with the tie of his suit as he stood outside the large church with Sam and their three angels. They've been chasing a ghost for the past five days in Wisconsin. The Ghosts name was William Spears. According to the facts they've dug up over the last few days Will killed himself in front of his entire sermon after losing his faith after years of praying and receiving no answer. Not long after carving out his own heart in front of everyone William's ghost started attacking the new priests that took his place. Not long after their first sermon the new priests would become greatly depressed and would slowly begin to lose their faith until they too tried to carve out their own hearts. It was sick and exactly what both Sam and Dean needed after being cooped up at Charlie and Kevin's the past few weeks. Normally they would have left the angels at home with the others, but the angels wanted to go and Dean found it hard to say no with three sets of big round eyes staring up at him.

"Dwean, the sermon is startings! We'll be lates!" Castiel shouted, pulling at Dean's pants leg. Dean looked down at the tiny angel pulling on the fabric of his dress pants. Cas', like his brothers, was wearing a grey dress vest with a blue bow tie and black dress pants. Each angel had a puffy jacket (or a trench coat in Cas' situation) on, concealing the angelic wings poking from their backs. Dean reached down, scooping the baby angel up into his arms while Sam took Balthazar and Gabriel. Together, the group walked into the church and stood in a pew as several elderly people sang and a few other church goers. An old blind man smiled as he scooted over for the crew and handed Castiel a book everyone was currently singing from. Castiel smiled at the old man before taking the book and starting to sing along with the rest.

"They still sing this stuff?" Gabriel muttered, frowning at the book Sam was holding for them.

"Jeez, I was hoping this was one of them churches with the bands and stuff," Balthazar muttered, crossing his arms crossly.

"Hush and just sing it," Sam ordered them motherly. The angels shut up, sticking their noses in their book and started to hum the song. Dean chuckled at Sam, mouthing 'Mother Hen' at him while Sammy gave him the biggest bitch face he could muster up without earning some unpleasant glares from the church goers around him. In other words, it wasn't very affective.

When the song ended everyone took a seat and the new priest stepped forward. His name was Henry Turner and he was starting to be affected the same way all the others had been. When they first arrived at the church Henry's sermons were filled with heart and faith, but now he was just reading the dreary text hopelessly. Dean chewed at his lip. Damn it, they needed to find what's holding William here now before Henry tries to cut his own heart out. Dean's eyes skim for any signs of the ghost, but he finds nothing.

"Dwean, how we going to stops the ghost?" Cas questioned as he sat in Dean's lap and sucked on his thumb. The hunter shook his head. He had no clue at all. They had already burnt several items close to Will and he had been cremated all that while ago. Why was he still roaming? Castiel wiggled in Dean's lap and the hunter glanced down to see that the angel was now staring at the cross hung on the wall and surrounded by a glass mosaic with all the saints and dozens of angels in it. There was a faint spider web running across it. Apparently William had tried to shatter it before he died. Maybe that had something to do with it? Cas wasn't looking at the cracks, However. He was staring at the saints and angels. Dean wondered silently if the angel recognized them all, but then again those angels were his brothers after all.

"Please rise," Henry said softly and everyone rose in their pews. Henry walked out from a table, knife in his hands. Dean and Sam both shared a look, grabbing their angels and pushing their way into the aisle. "There is no god…" Henry began to say, lifting the knife above his chest. His eyes were clouded, like he wasn't all there and a faint image flickered behind him. Women and children screamed from their seats as the ghost of William appeared. A hole was carved deeply into his chest and his eyes were distant and dreary. Everyone ran for the exits except the hunters and their angels. Only when everyone was out of the church did Sam and Dean both lift their guns and shoot at the glass window. It shattered to the ground, but Henry didn't stop. Will was still there. He was still in control.

"Dean, what do we do?" Sam gasped, watching as Henry began to slowly push the blade towards his skin. Dean ran a hand through his hand, head spinning. Why was Will here?

"There is no god…" Henry continued, but his voice was no longer his own. It was Williams. "There is no Christ and there are no angels." Dean eyes widened. That's it. Dean yanked off the angels' coats quickly at once and each pair of wings flapped gently once freed of their stuffy prisons beneath the coats. Henry's hand stopped just as it was about to draw blood. William turned his head sharply, eyes falling on the wings poking out of the backs of each angel. Castiel, Balthazar, and Gabriel clutched Dean's pants' leg, trying to hide behind the hunter, but Dean shoved them forward. Will reached out towards the angels, hands ghosting over the soft feathers. As soon as his hand came in contact with Gabriel's golden feathers his body shattered just like the mosaic had and a less torn up and corpse like William seemed to piece itself together out of the cracks. A smile lit up in his eyes as he stared at the angels. He looked up towards the sky, whispering a soft prayer and then was gone in a flash. Henry fell to the ground, unconscious, but completely alive and himself. The angels frowned in shock and Dean chuckled slightly over his pure brilliance.

"Want to tell the class, Dean?" Sam asked smugly.

"Will lost his faith and took others faith. I figured that if we could somehow make him believe again…"

"When he saw our wing with his own eyes he started to believe again," Gabriel summed up. Dean clicked his fingers together and winked at the angel.

"Got that right, Angel. Now let's get out of here before people come back. Last thing we need is to explain how we have three angels and a knocked out priest," Dean said, lifting Cas back up into his arms and turning around only to see that the old man they had been sitting with was still sitting in the pew. Dean swallowed nervously and Sam pushed Balthazar and Gabriel behind him. The old man lifted his head from looking at his prayer folded hands and smiled in their direction before getting up. The group watched as the old man made his way to the doors and then stopped, hand hovering just above the door knob.

"Thanks, Angels," he whispered, before disappearing. All three angels' eyes widened and Dean unconsciously squeezed Cas tighter in his arms.

"Let's go home, huh?" Dean offered. Everyone nodded, making their way towards the back exit, unnerved by the strange old man.

"Wait!" Balthazar suddenly shouted. "Grab the wine and crackers I'm starved!" Dean raised a brow at the angel.

"Dude, you're an angel…"

"So? Angel's gotta eat!" Castiel frowned.

"Angels don't needs to eats, Balthy. We only do because of our graces," Castiel stated calmly in his usual straightforward way and still managing to make it one hundred percent adorable.

"Thanks for the clarr-i-fication, Cassey," Balthazar muttered sarcastically while crossing his arms. Cas beamed at his brother, clearly not catching the sarcasm at all.

"You's welcome!"

Hmmm…any of you recognize that old guy from a previous chapter or chapters? I wonder what his role in all this is. ;) Thank you Marikili68 for the Request! For those of you interested I have made a Tumblr. I just started it so it sucks, but I'll figure it out eventually. I will be posting links on it when I update new chapters or fics. I have the link on my profile page or you can just PM me. Either way, just go ahead and stalk me.