Hola Mishamigos! Or Jensonians! Or Padamooses!

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It was night by the time Sam and Dean returned to the church to check out the deceased father's tomb. Their flashlights bounced off the dust in the musty air, giving an eerie glow to the chambers.

"I gotta admit, Sammy, these still sorta creep me out."

"Crypts?"

"No, churches." Dean grinned impishly in the darkness. He could feel Sam rolling his eyes even though he couldn't see.

The brothers continued searching through the maze for Father Gregory's tomb. Dean led the way, sweeping the walls as he went. Finally, his light found Father Gregory's marker.

Dean knelt down and looked closely at the plan growing around the name. "Wormwood," he said with a curt nod. "Plant associated with the dead. Specifically the kind not at rest. Don't see it anywhere except over our murdered priest's marker, right Sammy?"

It took a moment for him to realize Sam was no longer behind him. "Where'd you get off to?" He sighed, hurriedly retracing his steps back to a room with a stone angel statue. His brother lay unconscious on the ground.

"Sammy? Sammy! Hey! You okay?" Dean worriedly helped Sam to his feet.

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine." Sam stared at the stone angel with a look of awe that Dean immediately understood.

"Come on." Dean led Sam back to through crypt to the exit in the sanctuary. He sat his brother down in a pew and began pacing in front of him. "You saw it, didn't you?"

Sam blinked and nodded slowly. "Yeah, Dean, I saw an angel."

"You. . ." Dean ran a hand over his face. "What makes you think you saw an, uh, angel?" He stumbled over the word.

"It just. . . appeared before me and I, I felt this feeling wash over me, you know? Like, like peace. It knew who I was."

Dean tried to ignore the feeling of déjà vu. He'd felt the same thing in some of his dreams with Cas. He shook off the feeling and continued his pacing. "It's just a spirit, Sam. Not the first one to read people's minds." He sat heavily on the pew next to Sam. "Let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You just gotta wait for some divine bat signal, that right?"

"Yeah." Sam shrugged.

"Great. Don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?"

"Yes, actually," Sam said with a slight bitch face turning on. "I did. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Sam looked at Dean as if that was the most rational thing he'd ever said.

Dean shot up and began pacing again. "Okay this is. . . I don't believe this."

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand why you can't even consider the possibility!"

"What, that this is an angel?"

"Yes!" Sam stood and stopped Dean. "Maybe we're hunting an angel here. Maybe we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!"

"Okay, fine. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's—hey that's great for you. I'm sure it'll make things easier." He sat on the pew again and put his elbows on his knees, his hands limp. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that's the last thing she ever said to me." Dean shook his head.

"You never told me that."

"Well, what's to tell? She was wrong." Dean clenched his hands into fists. "There's nothing. No higher power. We're on our own here and I'm stickin' to that unless you got some hard proof. Because me, I've got proof this is a spirit and that's all it is."

"Dean?" Sam seemed to sense something else was going on."

Dan squeezed his eyes shut, his head hanging. "I don't wanna die, Sammy," he almost whispered.

There was a beat of silence that stretched into a lifetime. Finally Sam moved over and put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Then we have to believe, Dean." Sam pulled Dean up and into a hug. "Because I don't want you to die either."

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