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Dean didn't even notice Sam come back. He was too busy enjoying the magic fingers of the bed and blaring his MP3 as loud as he could. He didn't look up until Sam slapped his foot.
"Did you get any sleep?"
"Told you, Sammy, not tired." Dean propped himself up on his elbows.
"Dean, you didn't sleep the entire way here. You have to be a little tired."
"Nope. I'm good to go." He swallowed before his next question. "Did you learn anything from crazy lady?"
Sam frowned. "She's convinced she was told by an angel to kill that guy. That the angel came to her and said that she would see a sign and that she was doing God's work."
"Well, did you dig up any dirt on the dead guy?"
"No, clean as a whistle. The only real connection between the victims was they all went to the same church."
Dean groaned and let himself fall back on the vibrating bed. "I hate to say it, Sam, but it looks like we're going to church."
Sam shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom.
The vibrations stopped abruptly and Dean sadly looked at the 25 cent sign. "Ah, dammit. That was my last quarter. Hey! Sammy! You got any quarters?" He rose and crossed the room to lean in the doorway.
"Nope." Sam finished washing his face and reached for a towel to dry it.
Dean sighed in disappointment. "So, she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?"
Sam shrugged. "Yeah. Blinding light, spiritual ecstasy, the works." He half-laughed. "She's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."
"Sounds crazy to me."
"I'm not so sure. I mean, there's loads of lore on angels. More than any other monster we hunt. Why couldn't they be real?"
Dean was beginning to sweat. "Because I've never seen one." He turned abruptly and went to the table, pulling out his pistol as he sat down.
"So what? You and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about!"
"Exactly. With our own eyes. Hard proof. I've never seen anything that looks like an angel." Dean's chest was starting to burn and his head hurt. His hands were shaking a bit as he dismantled the gun. "This is a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meanl, and they trick them into killing these random victims."
"Maybe," Sam relented a bit. "But I was just at Gloria's apartment and there was nothing. No sulfur, no EMF." Sam shrugged.
"You didn't seen any fluffy white wing feathers?"
Sam sighed. "No, but Gloria did say she saw a sign right beside the victim's doorway."
"Could be something at his house." Dean finished putting his gun back together. "Let's go."
Hey guys! So I was really suprised and glad you liked the last chapter. I almost didn't include it!
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