"Starting this week, Father Sherlock and I will take over our church's confessional. So if you have time and want to reflect on your life we'll be happy to assist you every friday afternoon until eight o'clock." Father Castiel cheerfully announced last sunday.

Which left Dean Winchester from the end of the right row of pews gulping and considering his life choices. And John Watson -the soldier recently home from Afghanistan nod solemnly to himself, deciding that he will be in the same confessional as Father Sherlock.

the first friday came fast and people from each corner of the town seem to attend the church for confession. Dean fidgets at the driver seat of the Impala. He wants to go and do this confession thing, yes. But he wants to do it last and alone. With Father Castiel.

He noticed the good Captain. -John Watson exiting the church looking irritated. It seems that the doctor-slash-soldier didnt get to confess too.

Dean waved at him. "Hey Capt-doc!" Dean snickers. "You look so done. Need a ride?"

"Yes. There are so many people inside the church. Thank you, Dean." John got inside the Impala and Dean sped up out of the church's vicinity.

"How about we go to the Roadhouse? Try to alleviate some of those..." Dean waved with his hand. "Irritation."

"Why, why." John chuckles. "You got no luck too?"

How John knows, Dean doesn't care. Guess, it gets one to know one.

"Heh. You could say that."

The two sat at the counter of the Roadhouse. Dean tapping the countertop cheerfully and smiling to Sam with mirth. The younger Winchester working at the Roadhouse on his break before going back to Stanford because Law takes so many years to learn.

"Tsk. Tsk. I know you got no luck, Dean. Dont pretend." Sam imitated a pity face to his brother but his smile betrays him.

"And how would you know that, bitch?"

"Roadhouse isn't full. And its friday, jerk." Sam simply said as though that would explain everything (it really did though) putting a beer in front of John. "Here you go, John."

"Thanks, Sam."

"Whiskey or beer, Dean?" Sam smiles.

"Beer." Dean rolled his eyes and accepted the bottle. "Give me my usual will you?"

"I'll have the same, Sam." John said, smiling tightly at the brothers.

"Alright, coming up!"

The following friday is the same. And the next one. And the next one. Until the whole month pass and Sam is about to go back to Stanford this monday.

That friday is Dean's lucky day. He picked up John on the way to the church -the doctor-slash-soldier walking and whistling. the church is pretty empty and its only seven o'clock in the evening. Which means, there's still an hour left. Both confessional is still occupied though, so the two waited patiently outside.

Oh how patient they had been.

The two confessionals stands side by side with about five feet separating them so the conversations will not be overheard or whatever reason the priests have thought. But none of that, Dean is practically buzzing with excitement. So was John, but he's better at hiding it.

Both men had an internal struggle when they first met the two priests. John when he was convinced to attend church for the first time and Father Sherlock is leading the mass. He also knew by then that Father Sherlock's parents are bookworms, which is why he was name after one of the most famous fictional character and greatest detective in writing history. John can sympathize, his parents were the same although he was name after John -considering his family name is already Watson.

Dean first saw Father Castiel when the priest led the mass at the local high school where Dean is teaching Mathematics. He tried really, to get his students like the horrendous subject and how successful he was. And how lucky he was that day that his very own Mathematics Department assists the whole ceremony. "Forgive me Father for I am about to sin." Dean thought when he saw Father Castiel that day, dressing up to his priest outfit and Dean was standing at the door of the conference hall.

Both confessional opened at the same time and this is it. Dean would finally talk to Cas, -Cas? When did Father Castiel became Cas? Nevermind that. And John would finally speak to the clever priest he admired from afar.

Consequences all be damned. Both men knows they'll both go to hell. What else could go wrong?

"Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned." They both started from each confessional and so we begin.