Own Supernatural I do not.

The brothers got into the car, Dean giving one last glance at the church. "Well, sounds like it's not a demon." He was glad they wouldn't have to discuss that topic again.

"Father Reynolds did start praying for God's help about the time all this started." Sam nodded.

Dean frowned. "Wait, what? I'm talking about ghosts. You still on the angel?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's gotta be vengeful spirit. Devoted Father Gregory gunned down on the front steps? No last rights? Probably knew all sorts of dirt on the victims."

Sam shrugged.

"Aw, come on. Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? Seriously. From the git-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap. What' next? You gonna start praying every day?"

"I do."

Dean was shocked into a few seconds of silence. "What?"

"I do pray every day. I have for a long time. Especially since you've gotten sick."

Dean blinked, unsure what to say.

Sam shook his head. "Look, I'm going to go look at the other victim's house and see if I can figure out what he did. How about I drop you off at the hotel? You look like you could use some sleep."

Dean didn't protest. He stared out the car at the small memorial on the steps as Sam drove the Impala away.

The car ride was dead silent besides the classic rock playing on the stereo. Dean didn't say anything even when they reached the hotel. He simply gave a small wave and disappeared into the hotel room as Sam drove away again.

Dean allowed himself to collapse on the bed, the impact dislodging some mucus in his chest. He coughed it up, chucking the tissue into the trashcan. He leaned back and within seconds had nodded off.

He was driving in Baby. The windows all rolled down, Kansas blaring on the stereo. He smiled and breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh air. He had no worries, no problems. There was no job or research that had to be done. He was free.

"Dean," the voice from the backseat caused Dean to swerve dramatically.

"Holy—" His heart raced as he willed the Impala back under control. "What the Hell are you trying to do, kill me?"

"No, I was just alerting you to my presence."

Dean gritted his teeth and squealed to a stop. "Well, I don't like your presence. Why are you here?"

Cas frowned. "I told you, I'm here to help. Though, it does seem like you have been avoiding me. This is the first time you have fallen completely asleep in days."

"Yeah, because I don't want to talk to you."

A confused look crossed the angel's face.

"Listen, whatever you are. I'm not giving up. I'm not going to just lie down and die because you tell me to. So just get out of here."

"But—"

"Go!" Dean yelled. He felt something click in his mind. Something in a back corner that he didn't know was there. But as soon as it clicked, Castiel disappeared. Dean got out of the Impala and looked around. There was no sign of the trenchcoated angel. "Angels don't exist."

Look at that speediness. Vroom!

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