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Chapter name borrowed from Servant Song.

CHAPTER NINETEEN- GLORY BE

Castiel cocked his head on one side, staring at Dean with fascination bordering on disgust.

Dean ignored him, stretching out on the hotel bed while it vibrated violently.

Dean did not notice Sam as he entered.

"Hey."

Sam smacked Dean's boot.

"Hey!"

Dean nodded at him.

"Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers."

Sam eyed him oddly.

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable."

I bit back a smile as Dean held up his hands, frustrated.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull."

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news,"

Sam sat down on the opposite bed.

"We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Dean grumbled indistinctly.

"Hey, angel, stop staring at me like that. Gives me the creeps."

I laughed at Castiel's expression as he turned away from Dean, affronted.

Sam waved a dismissing hand at Dean as he went into the bathroom.

The bed shuddered into stillness.

"Aw, damn it!" Dean swore. "That was my last quarter!"

Dean pulled out his headphones, leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam was washing his face.

"Hey, you got any quarters?"

"No."

Dean turned to me.

"Bambi?"

I reached into my handbag when Sam snatched it away.

"Don't give it to him! It's unhealthy!"

I hastily stifled a chuckle as Dean grunted in discontent.

"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

Dean glanced at him.

"But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?"

Castiel stiffened as Sam continued.

"Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace. She's the second one in this town who murdered someone because they thought an angel told them to."

Castiel stood up, cutting off the both of them.

"I'll look into it. I think it's highly doubtful one of my brothers would do this, but if you wish it so…"

He promptly disappeared.

~Supernatural~

Dean pulled up in front of the murdered man's house.

He mounted the steps and saw the plastic angel on the porch.

"Oh, hey, Sam," Dean pointed at it.

"I think I found it. It's a sign from up above."

He peered 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. "

Sam looked at him tiredly.

"I'm laughing on the inside."

We wandered around back and found a wooden storm cellar.

"You know, Gloria did say Carl Gully was guilty to his deepest foundations."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"You think she literally meant the foundation?"

We opened the creaking door, shining our flashlights down the stairs.

"Hmm."

I caught hold of Sam's sleeve as I noticed the scratches on the wall.

"Hey," Sam leaned in to get a closer look.

Dean looked up.

"You got something?"

Sam dug at the wall and pulled something out.

"What is it?" I asked, full of trepidation.

He held it aloft.

"It's a fingernail."

Dean pulled two shovels from the wall and began to dig.

Twenty minutes later, the deep pit they'd dug revealed a pile of human skeletons.

Sam huffed.

"So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian."

~Supernatural~

I sat in the hotel room, glancing at the sleeping Dean.

"It's not an angel," Castiel appeared behind me.

I nodded, not really surprised.

Castiel surveyed me intently.

"You are disappointed."

Silently, I cursed myself for my transparency.

"I just….. how do I say this?"

I rested my chin on my hands.

"I guess I was hoping….. maybe there's some good in the world left. It would have been nice if I could feel there was something good to outweigh the bad."

I laughed mirthlessly.

"Guess not."

Castiel's question surprised me.

"Do you believe in God, Odette?"

I stared at him, considering the question.

"Of course I do, Castiel, who else would've made you?"

I looked down again.

"I've just lost all respect for him."

…

"There's been another case," Dean climbed over the fence, pulling me over with him.

Sam followed easily.

"Zach Smith, some old drunk, stabbed a stranger in the heart. Confessed right after."

We entered the dead man's house.

Sam sat at the computer as Dean searched the room.

"Find anything?"

Dean shook his head.

"You?"

"Not much here, except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't…."

Sam pressed a few buttons, then grinned in triumph.

"Not anymore. God."

Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"What?"

"Well, he's got all these emails to a lady named Jennifer."

Sam waited a beat.

"This lady who's thirteen years old."

"Oh, I don't want to hear this," Dean looked revolted.

"Looks like they met in a chat room," I stared at the screen.

"These emails are pretty personal. Setting up a time and place to meet and everything."

I stopped, repulsed.

"Great."

I glanced at the screen again.

"They were supposed to meet today."

~Supernatural~

Dean and Sam burst in, making me jump in alarm.

"We went to the church those three guys went to," Dean explained.

"Apparently, a Father Gregory died two months ago, just before the attacks happened. I mean, a devoted priest gets murdered?"

"Prime vengeful spirit material."

Sam shifted uncomfortably.

Dean ignored him.

"We'd better check the church out."

…

The crypt was a maze of stone hallways as we explored.

I glanced nervously at the stone angel figurines as Dean and I moved into a different room.

We heard Sam's startled exclamation and ran back, seeing him in a dead faint on the floor.

Dean crouched down in an instant.

"Sammy? Sammy! Hey!"

Sam jerked awake, groaning.

"You okay?"

Sam ignored him, getting to his feet.

"I've seen it. I've seen the angel."