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Chapter 35- Knocking on Heaven's Door
"I have to stay with him?" Ron whined.
"You'll be fine, we'll be back," I promised him as Dean and I took off down one of the hallways.
I was just about to step into the lobby when I heard Sam yell, "Get down! Now!"
I didn't know what was going on until we heard the sound of a sniper cutting through the glass window and right into Ron's back. I would have screamed if Dean didn't put his hand over my mouth and pulled me behind a divider. I wanted to go check on him and try to help but Dean held me in our spot wrapping his arms around me and all I could do was watch in horror as he slumped to his knees before falling over, dead.
"I'm so sorry, Ron," I whispered.
He picked his head off the floor and looked me square in the eyes, "Sorry, isn't going to bring me back…Sam isn't the one you need to worry about, you're the one that's cursed, everyone around you dies!"
"Le!" Sam whispered loudly shaking my shoulder and when my eyes met his he asked, "You alright?"
"Fine," I lied and tried to get comfortable again.
"Really? Because you're kicking the hell out of me and then you started whimpering," Sam said pushing himself up in the bed so his back rested against the wall.
"It was just a dream Sam," I sighed.
"You still having nightmares about what happened to Ronald?" he questioned, "You know there is nothing that you could have done."
"You still looking for Ava?" I retorted.
"Of course I am!" Sam exclaimed and I smiled to myself knowing I had gotten the conversation turned around to focus on him and not my reoccurring nightmare.
"Well you know there is nothing that you could have done," I repeated what he had said to me in an all knowing tone.
"I could have protected her!" he argued.
"Yeah Sam, how?"
"I could have kept her with me, she wanted to stay and I sent her back home!" Sam protested no longer worried about keeping his voice down.
"Don't either of you know how to sleep?" Dean groaned from the other bed not bothering to lift his head from the pillow.
"Leah had a nightmare," Sam stated as if he was ratting me out or something.
"About what?" Dean asked rolling over to face Sam and I and turned the light on that was between our beds.
"What happened in the bank," he answered.
"That wasn't your fault," Dean said matter-of-factly.
"That's what I said," Sam agreed.
"Guys, it's four in the morning, can we play intervention some other time preferably when the sun is up and I've had at least two cups of coffee and a hot shower," I asked shielding my eyes from the light.
"You going to go back to sleep?" Dean questioned and I could hear the underlining tone in his voice almost pleading me to say yes.
"If you ever shut up."
He just grunted in response as he turned the light off and was back asleep within a matter of seconds. I had always been jealous of his ability to wake up at the drop of a pin and fall back asleep just as quickly. I laid on my back and played with the charm on my necklace as I stared up at the ceiling, our room only being illuminated by the motel room sign outside. I felt Sam slouch back down in the bed and lay on his back as well before pulling me over to him like he used to do when we were younger and Dad and Dean were out on a hunt and I couldn't sleep. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating in his chest while he drew circles on my shoulder with his finger.
"You're not going back to sleep, are you?" Sam whispered.
"I don't want you to die," I admitted very softly, so soft that I almost prayed he didn't hear me.
"I didn't know I was going to," he joked clearly trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm going to find a way to save you, Sammy, I promise," I said snuggling in closer to him, "You can't leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere, babe," he said tightening his hold on me and by some miracle I fell back to sleep.
"Come on this isn't fair," I complained as we were in the store buying me a set of scrubs two days later.
"We won fair and square," Sam stated as we walked up to the registers.
"No, you didn't, because Dean always throws scissors!" I protested as I paid for my new outfit with Dean's money that I had borrowed without him knowing, "You cheated, you told him to pick paper, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Sam smirked before getting serious again, "You know he has to lie low anyways especially after what happened."
"I know," I sighed, "but it doesn't mean I have to be happy about it."
This was so ridiculous there was no reason that Sam couldn't go talk to this lady in the mental hospital, I mean seriously she killed someone that gives warrant for the FBI or something to look into it but no I had to dress in freaking scrubs and go talk to her while Sam sat in the car twiddling his thumbs waiting for me to come out and Dean was back in the motel room probably renting pay per view movies.
I changed into my new outfit and made my way into the building saying I was an agency nurse and I was here to cover a shift for someone who had called in sick. They let me right through the doors without any questions or checking for identification and if you ask me they need to tighten up the security of this place, I mean seriously lunatics, people who need to be locked up in rubber rooms, live here and they anyone walk right in. I certainly hope they don't let people walk out just as easily. I flipped through some charts and finally found the one I needed, grabbing it I made my way to Gloria's room to ask her some questions. I entered her room and saw her sitting on her bed in a bathrobe reading a book.
Well she doesn't look crazy that's a plus, I thought to myself.
"Good morning, you're not the regular girl," she commented as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"No, just filling in," I said as I pulled a chair over to the bed and said a silent thank you that she seemed lucid, "So how are you feeling today, Gloria?"
"Never better," she smiled.
"So…no disturbances lately?" I asked with a pen in my hand ready to write down whatever she told me but in reality I was just doodling.
"You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for coco puffs?" she questioned and I looked up from my drawing a little shocked.
"I didn't say that," I stated hoping I hadn't offended her somehow; I just wanted some answers to decide whether or not we had a case.
"It's alright I know what people must think."
"What do you think?" I questioned as I finished my doodle and gave her my full attention.
"I think what I saw was real."
"I'd like to know what you saw," I said honestly and was quite impressed on how professional I actually sounded. I mean sure I had dressed up like a nurse before but that was for a totally different reason.
"It was all over the news, I stabbed a man in the heart," she replied like it was nothing.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because it was God's will."
"Did God talk to you?"
"I got the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he…he sent someone."
"Someone?" I questioned starting to think maybe she really was cuckoo for coco puffs.
"An angel. It came to me in this beautiful white light and it filled me with this…feeling, it's hard to describe."
"And this angel…" I started.
"Spoke God's word," she finished.
"And the word was to kill someone?" I asked skeptically, I was pretty sure one of the Ten Commandments was 'thou shall not murder'.
"I know, it sounds strange but what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man, I was chosen for redemption."
"This man you stabbed, did the angel give you his name?"
"No, he just told me to wait for the sign and the very next day I saw it, right beside the man's doorway and I knew."
"I just know what the angel told me, that this man way guilty to his deepest foundations and that was good enough for me."
We got back to the motel room and saw Dean lying on one of the beds, that was vibrating, listening to Led Zeppelin on his phone through my ear buds.
"Hey," Sam said trying to alert him that we were back but he didn't hear us as he laid there with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
"Hey!" I yelled smacking him in the leg to get his attention.
"Hey Sam, you got to try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers," he said with an almost euphoric look on his face.
"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable," Sam said shifting his weight on his feet.
"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull," Dean declared as the bed kept vibrating.
"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility," Sam stated.
"Although, I really don't think they would have even noticed," I said turning around and checking myself out in the floor length mirror.
"What are you doing?" Dean questioned lifting his head up from the pillow to look at me.
"My ass looks really good in these pants, I think I'll have to wear scrubs more often," I replied lifting my shirt a little and looking the other way to see a different angle.
"I don't know how I'm related to you two," Sam sighed shaking his head as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands as if he felt dirty just being in the same room as us.
Dean and I just looked at each other and shrugged. A second later the bed turned off and he looked like a little kid who lost his balloon.
"Aw, damn it! That was my last quarter. Hey, you got any quarters?" he yelled into Sam as he reached for my purse.
"No," Sam answered shortly walking back out of the bathroom.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked snatching my purse away from him before he had a chance to go through it.
"I need quarters," he said and I swear I could see him pouting a little bit, ok Sam was right, he was starting to make me uncomfortable too.
"No quarters for you," Sam said trying to sound parental before tossing me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, "and you, go change."
"I, I captain no fun," I mocked and Dean nodded in agreement as I went in the bathroom to change.
"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean yelled through the bathroom door. Why is he yelling? I mean seriously there is no reason to yell, the door is paper thin and even if it wasn't I was a mere ten feet away from him.
"Yeah, Gloria Sitnick," I replied pulling on my jeans.
"I'm not so sure she's crazy," Sam added like he knew what he was talking about. No, he did not, he was not the one who had to sit and talk to her, no he got to sit in the car all he knew was what I had told him on the ride back to the motel.
"But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?" Dean asked as I walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and threw the scrubs on top of my duffle.
"Yeah," I nodded, "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 obviously insane."
"What about the dude she stabbed?" Dean questioned.
"Uh, Carl Gully, she said she killed him because he was evil," I replied sitting down on the other bed, there was no way I was going anywhere near the 'magic finger' bed.
"I don't know, I mean I couldn't find any dirt on him," Sam answered sitting next to me. Ok so I supposed I didn't do all the work, I got to relax in the car while Sam researched in the library but I did the hard part, "I mean he didn't have a criminal record, he worked over at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer…"
"So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean she wouldn't be the first nut job in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Dean asked.
Sam just shook his head, "You're two are like freaking parrots."
Dean looked over to me for some clarification for what he was talking about, "I said the same thing in the car."
"But like I already told Le, she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to, little odd, don't you think?" Sam said and I couldn't wrap my head around why he thought there was a case here.
"Well, odd yes, supernatural maybe but angels? I don't think so," Dean said shaking his head.
"Why not?" Sam questioned like it wasn't the most ridiculous thing on the planet.
"Because there's no such thing!" I exclaimed and the moment the words left my mouth I knew I had just started Winchester debate four million and nine.
"Guys, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted," Sam stated, probably thinking if he bombarded us with facts and figures we would have to agree with him.
"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too, in fact I hear that they ride on silver moon beams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass," Dean said trying not to laugh in Sam's face.
"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" I asked dramatically putting my hand to my chest.
"That's cute," Dean smiled at me before turning his attention back to Sam, "I'm just saying there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'."
"And you both have angels on the bullcrap list?"
"Yep," Dean and I answered at the same time.
"Because I've never seen one," Dean replied and Sam looked over to me for my answer.
"Because he's never seen one," I said pointing to Dean, "Seriously though, I don't believe in what I can't see."
"You believe in the wind don't you?"
"You don't believe in the wind Sam, it's there you can feel it, you can see the leaves on the trees move. What are you trying to say the wind is an angel?"
"No, I'm saying like the wind angels are there and you can feel them but you can't see them."
"That's great Sam, you get touched by angels often," I scoffed, "Maybe you need a turn with the magic fingers."
"Dean, help me out here," Sam almost pleaded with him, "We've seen things that most people couldn't even dream about!"
"Exactly!" Dean exclaimed, "With our own eyes that's hard proof, ok? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel and don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No, this is a…a demon…or a spirit, you know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal and they trick them into killing these randoms."
"Maybe," Sam said disbelievingly and I knew this debate was far from over.
"Can we just…I'm going stir-crazy, hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" Dean suggested.
"We were just there, nothing, no sulfur, no EMF…" I replied.
"You didn't see any fluffy white feathers?" Dean asked Sam and I had to cover my laugh with a cough after I saw Sam's famous bitch face.
"Gloria did say 'the angel' gave her a sign right beside Carl Gully's doorway," I said putting air quotes around the words the angel if nothing more than to piss Sam off.
"Could be something at his house worth checking out," Dean said eagerly as he stood up and headed for the door but not before he grabbed my scrubs.
"What are you doing?" I asked completely confused.
"You're not allowed to wear anything that makes your ass look good," Dean replied in a matter-of-fact voice as he tossed them in the dumpster outside our room.
"Oh hey, Sam, I think I found it. It's a sign from up above," Dean said pointing to a plastic angel that was sitting in a box next to Carl Gully's front door.
"Well, I think we've learned a valuable lesson today: always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's or you might get filleted by a hooker from God," I laughed and Dean joined in.
"I'm laughing on the inside," Sam said rolling his eyes.
Don't get me wrong this house would never be seen in Beverly Hills but there was nothing that really jumped out and screamed, 'I'm evil, kill me'. Sam opened the iron gate and walked towards the back of the house with Dean and me following silently behind until he stopped at a storm cellar.
"Didn't you say Gloria told you the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations?" Sam asked.
"You think she literally meant the foundation?" Dean questioned.
"Only one way to find out," Sam said opening the storm cellar doors and pulling out his flashlight.
"Ugh," I shivered pushing Dean to go in first, "There better not be any fucking rats down here."
It looked like your normal basement; there were some tools and cleaning supplies on some metal shelves and cobwebs in the corners. I walked over to the shelves to see if there was anything weird in any of the jars when I felt something brush up against my ankle. Without a second thought I screamed bloody murder and jumped on Sam's back trying to get away from it successfully knocking both of us to the ground. It, however turned out to be the end of a broom that Dean had moved deliberately trying to scare me.
"You're a fucking asshole," I sneered standing back up and straightening out my jacket but he couldn't even respond, he was laughing too hard.
"That was great," Sam smirked and I shot him a death glare.
"Keep laughing chuckles, you're going to pay for that," I promised already thinking of ways to get him back.
"I think I found something," Sam said crouching down next to one of the walls.
"This better not be a prank," I warned as I walked closer to him.
"What is it?" Dean asked as Sam pulled something out of the wall.
"It's a fingernail," Sam said holding it up.
Dean grabbed two shovels from the other side of the room and they started digging while I held the flashlight so they could see. Every few seconds I moved the light off them and did a quick sweep of the room making sure there really were no rats before shining it back on them.
"So much for the innocent church going librarian," Sam stated as we stared at a skeleton they had uncovered.
"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that," Dean commented.
Sam went to go get lunch and I stayed in the motel room with Dean because as he put it, 'if I have to be bored then you can sit and be bored with me'. Great logic, I know. I didn't however realize just how boring it could be. We had no television in our room, I couldn't connect to the internet on Sam's laptop and even the radio was busted so all we had to listen to was the police scanner. I laid on one of the beds and started counting the ceiling tiles and once I was done with that I started counting the tiles that had water stains on them; I was up to fifteen by the time Sam finally came back.
And do you know what the first thing out of Dean's mouth was, "Did you bring quarters?"
"Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit," Sam said tossing each of us a sandwich, "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies."
"What are you talking about? I eat!" Dean replied holding up his sandwich as if to prove a point.
"And can we stop talking about rats," I involuntarily shivered again.
"We got news," Dean said unwrapping his sandwich.
"Me too," Sam said sitting next to me on the bed again, I think he had the same mind set I did to stay as far away from the magic finger bed as possible.
"Alright, you first," I said putting my sandwich on the bedside table.
"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library," Sam said reading off of some papers he had in his hands.
"Where Carl Gully worked," Dean mentioned.
"Yup," Sam nodded.
"Sick bastard," I mumbled.
"So Gloria's angel…" Sam started.
"Angel?" Dean questioned.
"Ok, whatever this thing is…" Sam tried again.
"Ok, well, whatever it is, it's struck again," Dean said through a mouthful of food.
"What?" Sam asked not expecting to hear that.
"We were listening to the police scanner before you got here; there was this guy, uh…" Dean paused trying to remember his name and looked to me for help.
"I don't know," I shrugged. I have never been good with names, he's knows that and then gets pissed because he forgot it! Typical brother.
"Uh…Zack…Zack Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night and stabbed him in the heart," Dean finished proud of himself that he finally remembered the name.
"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"
"Yeah, Roma Downey made him do it," I replied as Dean got off his bed and pulled a post-it off the mirror.
"And we've got the victim's address."
"Alright, well finish eating and we'll go check it out," Sam said before noticing that I hadn't touched mine, "You feeling alright?"
"Yeah," I shrugged and he reached his hand over to feel my forehead, "Ha-ha funny, I'm just not hungry."
"The house is surrounded by police tape," Sam commented.
"Like that's ever stopped us before," I almost laughed in his face.
"That's my girl, let's go," Dean said as we easily climbed over the fence into the backyard.
I took my knife out and slid it in between the window panes to unlock it before opening it and climbing into the house.
"Damn it's cold out," I said pulling my jacket tighter around me, I hated the winter and everything that came with it; snow, ice, cold, Christmas, they could all be erased if it were up to me.
I raced Sam to the computer but he got there first, I stuck my tongue out at him annoyed that I would have to search the house with Dean. Just like Carl's house there was nothing that stood out that I would have marked him as 'kill worthy'. Dean had his back to me flipping through a few magazines when I walked up behind him and put my cold hands on the back of his neck. He gasped and quickly turned around tackling me to the floor and tickling my sides.
"Dean Winchester is a God and he is the best big brother ever," I said so fast it came out sounding like one word but he didn't stop. What the hell was he doing? That was the rules he tickled me until I said that and he stopped but he wasn't stopping, "Dean!"
He still didn't stop he just continued to tickle me until it was almost hard to breathe, not seeing any other way out of this I pulled my knee up and got him right in the balls. He stopped immediately and fell to the floor next to me curled up.
"I don't think I can have kids anymore," he said through a strained voice.
"Good because we don't need any more Dean Winchester's in the world, one is more than enough," I said with my hand out to help him up.
"Did you guys find anything or are you just playing around?" Sam called from the other room.
"He's seriously missing a fun gene," I muttered to Dean as we walked back into the room Sam was in.
"Well, Frank liked his catalogue shopping but that's about all we got," Dean replied, "What about you?"
"Not much here except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't get into," Sam said and I walked over and plopped down on his lap.
"This one?" I asked pointing to it with the cursor.
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
I hit a few keys and unlocked the file in no time feeling proud of myself that I could do it and Sam couldn't but the smile quickly fell from my face when I saw what he was hiding.
"Oh God," I breathed out covering my mouth with my hand.
"What?" Dean asked walking closer to us.
"Well, he's got all these emails…dozens, to a lady named Jennifer," I started.
"Ok…" Sam said confused on why that was a bad thing.
"This lady who's thirteen years old," I finished, happy I didn't eat my sandwich earlier or I definitely would have lost it.
"Oh, I don't want to hear this," Dean groaned.
"Looks like they met in a chat room," Sam said looking over my shoulder.
"These emails are pretty personal," I said skimming through them, "They were setting up a time and place to meet."
"Great," Dean commented just as skived out about all of this as we were.
"They were supposed to meet today," I added once I finished reading the email.
"Huh, well, I guess if you're going to stab someone, good timing. I don't know man this is weird, you know? I mean sure some spirits are out for vengeance but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like a…" Dean trailed off unsure of what to say.
"Avenging angel?" Sam finished.
"Ugh," I complained getting off his lap, "Not this angel crap again, Sam."
"Well how else do you explain it, Leah? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy…" Sam started until Dean cut him off.
"Hey," Dean said unfolding a piece of paper.
"What?" Sam asked sounding a little upset that Dean had cut his rant short.
"You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah," I answered wondering where he was going with this.
"What was the name of his church?"
"Uh, Our Lady of the Angels?" Sam replied apparently just as confused as I was.
"Of course that'd be the name," Dean scoffed before holding the paper so Sam and I could see, "Looks like Frank went to the same church."
"So you're interested in joining the parish?" the father asked as he led us into the sanctuary.
"Yeah well we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday," I lied through my teeth uncomfortably, I mean we were in a church…was that grounds to be sent to hell?
"Where'd you say you lived before?"
I had no idea; my mind went completely blank, "Uh…"
"Fremont, Texas," Dean answered.
"Yeah," I smiled hoping to cover up my little mistake.
"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there," he stated. Of course out of all the towns in all the states we could have picked he knew the one we were talking about.
"Oh yeah, sure, it's uh, Father O'Malley," I replied.
"Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy."
"Shaughnessy, exactly, what did I say?" I said through a nervous laugh.
"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father," Sam spoke up trying to save me from the hole I was digging myself.
"And we're happy to have you; we could use some young blood around here."
"Hey, listen, I got to ask…no offense, but the neighborhood?" I questioned honestly. I mean I know I can hold my own but this wasn't the place I would be walking the side walk alone at night if you know what I'm saying. I mean unless I had both very large over-protective brothers on either side of me.
"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle but in the meantime you work your butt off."
"Yeah, we heard about the murders," Dean spoke up.
"Yes, the victims were parishioners of mine; I'd known them for years."
"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam questioned.
"Yes, misguided souls to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder, it's tragic."
"Father isn't one of the Ten Commandments, 'thou shall not murder', and didn't the commandments come right from God Himself?" I asked trying to show him that I wasn't the complete idiot I had made myself out to be.
"Yes it is," he nodded earning me a shocked look from Dean and a proud one from Sam.
"So you don't believe in those angel yarns?" I asked.
"Oh no, I absolutely believe, kind of goes with the job description."
Great two steps forward, one step back, I thought to myself.
"Father, that's Michael, right?" Sam asked nodding to a painting on the wall.
"That's right, the archangel Michael with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons, holy force against evil."
"So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" Sam continued clearly happy to be talking to someone who shared his beliefs.
"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful; but yes, a lot of scripture paints angels as God's warriors. 'An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified.'"
"Book of Luke, Chapter two verse nine," I said earning an impressed look from both Sam and the Father. Pastor Jim was a little scarce on the children's book for bed time stories so he used to read us scripture.
"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father," Sam said as he walked us out to the front steps.
"Oh, it's my pleasure. Hope to see you again."
"Hey Father, what's all that for?" Dean asked motioning to the collection of candles, crosses and cards that were in a small group at the bottom of the stairs.
"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."
"Was?" Dean questioned.
"He passed away right on these steps; he's interred in the church crypt."
"When did this happen?" I asked.
"Two months ago, he was shot for his car keys," he replied. Yup, I thought to myself, not walking these streets alone.
"I'm sorry," Sam said offering him our condolences.
"Yeah, me too. He was a good friend, I didn't even have time to administer his last rights but like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out."
"For what?" Sam questioned.
"For deliverance, from the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."
"Well padre, thanks, we'll see you again," Dean said shaking his hand.
The Father turned and shook Sam's and then my hand as well before turning and walking back into the church.
"Well, it's all starting to make sense; devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there. And he knew all the other stiffs because they went to church here. In fact, I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew," Dean stated.
"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right around the time all this started happening?" Sam argued and cue continuation of debate.
"Aw, come on man, what's your deal?" Dean asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic but since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously from the get-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean what's next, are you going to start praying every day?" Dean said with a small scoff.
"I do," Sam stated and a look of shock washed across Dean's face.
"I do pray everyday, I have for a long time and I happen to know Leah does too."
Dad had dropped Sam and I off at the motel room after the nurse said only one family member could spend the night with Dean in the hospital. As soon as he was gone I couldn't hold my tears in any more and they freely rolled down my cheeks but they were hidden by my hair. Sam silently grabbed his duffle and made his way into the bathroom for a shower and as soon as I heard the water start I dropped to my knees and rested my elbows on the bed.
"Please God, I don't know even know if you're listening but you have to help him," I cried, "Please, I'll do anything to make sure he's ok."
I sat like that with my head resting on my hands that were clasped together until Sam came out of the shower. He looked over to me sadly before kneeling beside me and praying.
"The things you learn about a guy," Dean mumbled.
"That was a long time ago, Sam," I sighed.
"But our prayers were answered, weren't they?" he challenged.
"No Sam, the doctors did what they were taught to do, there was no divine intervention it was skill," I retorted.
"So, what you just stopped believing?" Sam questioned.
"What's there to believe in Sam?" I nearly yelled at him, "What a God that let's bad things happen to good people? That everything happens for a reason? It's all crap, Sam!"
"Says the girl who knew what verse in the bible the Father was talking about!" Sam yelled back.
"That was out of respect for Pastor Jim!" I protested.
"Ding, ding, ding, round two is over," Dean stated coming to stand between us, "Come on let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."
Sam and I didn't move a muscle as we kept staring each other down waiting for the other person to back down first, that was until I had no choice but to move when Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him back into the church. Sam followed a few feet behind but not close enough where I could reach out and smack him upside his head like I wanted to.
Dean and I made our way into the next room and started looking around when we realized Sam was no longer following us.
"I swear it's worse than when we were freaking kids," Dean muttered as we turned back to see what was taking Sam so long.
"He started it," I said crossing my arms earning a head shake from Dean.
"Come on, Sam, get the lead out of your feet," Dean instructed as we walked back to where we just came from.
"Sammy?" I screamed and ran over to him when I saw him laying on the floor every bit of anger completely replaced by worry, "Sammy! Hey!"
He woke up a little out of breath and I moved so that he could lean on me.
"Are you ok?" Dean asked kneeling next to him just as worried as I was.
"Come on," Dean said hauling him to his feet.
We walked back into the sanctuary and I kept my arm around his waist afraid he was going to pass out again.
"You saw it didn't you…didn't you?" Dean asked as we sat down on one of the benches.
"Yeah, yeah Dean, I saw an angel," Sam breathed out in awe.
"Alright, here," Dean said taking out his flask and handing it to Sam.
"I don't want a drink."
"I'll take it," I said grabbing the flask out of his hand and taking a swig before handing it back.
Dean took a sip as well before putting the cap back on and putting it back in his pocket, "So, what makes you think you saw…uh, an angel?"
"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like peace…like grace…"
"Alright, ecstasy boy maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?" Dean scoffed.
"Seriously Sammy, what are you smoking? And better yet, why aren't you sharing?" I added.
"Guys, I'm serious! It spoke to me, it knew who I was."
"It's just a spirit Sam, ok? And it's not the first one to read people's minds," Dean tried to reason with him like he was talking to a little kid.
"Ok, let me guess, you were personally chosen to smite some sinner, you've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?" I asked nastily not believing that my brother was turning into someone who should be in a rubber room.
"Yeah, actually," he nodded.
"Great, I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Dean questioned.
"Actually I did Dean and the angel told me. He hasn't done anything, yet, but he will."
"Oh, this is…this is…I don't believe this!" I said getting up and pacing right in front of the pew where both brothers sat.
"Guys, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to go do something bad and I can stop it!" Sam yelled.
"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now," Dean stated and I felt myself getting a little light headed.
"You know what Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility…"
"What, that this is an angel?" Dean cut him off.
"Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!" Sam argued and I could feel my body getting all tingly.
"Ok, alright, you know what? I get it. You've got faith, that's…hey good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that…mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in at night that angels were watching over us. In fact, it was the last thing she ever said to me."
"You never told me that," I heard Sam say before the room started to spin and everything went black.
"Come on angel, wake up," Dean said tapping the side of my face.
"You know I don't think I like that nickname anymore," I groaned moving my hand to the back of my head where it hit the hard floor, "What happened?"
"You passed out," Sam said sitting next to me and holding my free hand, "What's the last thing you ate?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully trying to think back, "I think it was bacon cheeseburger."
"You haven't eaten since lunch yesterday?!" Dean hollered.
"I wasn't hungry."
"Yeah like that has ever happened before," Sam said rolling his eyes as he helped me off the ground.
"Come on, I have proof we're dealing with a spirit," Dean said walking back towards the crypt, "Sam, carry her ass so she doesn't pass out again until we can get food in her."
"I'm fine, I can walk," I sighed as Sam turned his back to me so I could hop on.
"Ride or you'll be the one stuck in the motel room for the rest of the case," Dean said in a tone I knew not to argue with so I hopped on Sam's back and let him carry me into the other room.
When we got to where Father Gregory was buried there were vines covering his tombstone.
"That looks like…" Sam started.
"It's wormwood," I finished.
"Yeah, the plant associated with the dead; specifically the ones that are not at rest. I don't see it growing anywhere else except over the murdered priest's marker, it's him Sam," Dean stated.
"Maybe," Sam shrugged.
"Maybe?" Dean questioned clearly getting annoyed that Sam wouldn't let this angel thing go.
"Dean, I don't know what to think!" Sam argued.
"Ok, you want some more proof? I'll give you more proof," Dean yelled back.
"Ding, ding, ding, round over," I repeated what Dean said earlier not wanting to be thrown off Sam's back if it got escalated to the point where it got physical.
"How?" Sam questioned holding onto my legs again.
"We'll summon Gregory's spirit."
"What? Here in the church?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends," Dean nodded.
"And there's a summoning ritual in dad's journal," I added.
"Oh, a séance, great…hope Whoopi's available," Sam said deadpanned.
"Good one, Sammy," I said resting my head on his shoulder.
"Seriously, if Father Gregory's spirit is around a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we put him to rest," Dean continued.
"But if it's an angel, it won't show…nothing will happen," Sam argued.
"That's the point Sam, we don't have to operate on faith, we can know for sure," I said, "don't you want to know for sure?"
"Are you sure you're feeling ok?" Dean asked for the nineteenth time since we left the church.
"Yes," I sighed. It was nice that he was worried about me but he was driving me insane, move over Gloria soon I'll be your new roommate.
"Eat this," Dean said tossing me a Kit Kat bar.
"Dean, you made me eat my sandwich, a bag of chip, two cup cakes and a piece of pie, I'm not hungry the only thing eating that will do is give me a stomach ache."
"Maybe you should stop reading those magazines you are always picking up at gas stations," Sam spoke up from the front seat, "I mean is this like some weird diet or something because you don't have an ounce of fat on you!"
"What?" I asked in disbelief. Leave it to my brothers to blow this completely out of proportion, "Sam, you're making a mountain out of a mole hill here, I just wasn't hungry it has nothing to do with trying to lose weight."
"Just stay here and rest," Dean said as he parked the car in front of a convenient store.
"But I'm…" I started to argue but both brothers were already out of the car, "this is fucking unbelievable."
I sat and played Tetris on my phone until they finally came out of the store and I rolled my window down to hear what they were talking about.
"Dude, I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with the spell work before but this takes the cake, I mean a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?" Sam questioned as he carried the bag over to the car.
"OHHHH….who lives in a pineapple under the sea," I started singing loudly out the window.
"We'll just put in Spongebob side down," Dean shrugged and glared over to me to shut up.
"Dean, that's it," Sam said staring down the sidewalk.
"What?" Dean asked looking around clearly not seeing what Sam was.
"That's the sign!" Sam exclaimed and I turned around in my seat but I couldn't see anything but a guy standing on the sidewalk holding a bag of groceries and a bouquet of flowers.
"Where?" Dean asked still looking around.
"Right there, right behind that guy! That's him, Dean! We have to stop him!"
The guy started crossing the street and Sam went to go after him but Dean stopped him.
"Wait a minute," Dean said holding Sam back.
I went to get out of the car to help but Dean told me to stay and like some trained dog I did.
"What are you doing? Let me go."
"You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"
"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to stop him."
"Define stop, huh? I mean what are you going to do?" Dean questioned as I watched the guy get into his car.
"Dean, please he's going to hurt someone, you know it."
"Alright, come on," Dean said getting in the car and starting it up and locking the doors.
"Dean, unlock my door!" Sam yelled trying to pry the passenger side door open.
"You're not killing anyone, Sam. We'll watch this guy. You go do the séance!"
"Leah!" Sam yelled.
"We won't let him hurt anyone!" I promised as Dean pulled away following the guy's car.
We watched as the guy stopped at a corner and got out of the car with the bouquet of flowers that he handed to a girl that was waiting for him before they got in the car and drive off again.
"I'm not seeing how this guy is so evil those roses were beautiful," I said once I had crawled into the front seat.
"Maybe because he got regular instead of long stemmed," Dean joked and I looked over to him surprised he even knew the difference.
I reached over and cranked the heat up as high as it would go and curled my legs underneath myself trying to keep warm, I'll say it again, winter sucks.
The guy turned right down a street and after stopping at the stop sign Dean did the same but when we made the turn the car was gone.
"Damn it!" Dean yelled hitting the steering wheel in frustration.
"Alright, a car just doesn't disappear he couldn't have gotten too far," I tried to reason, "Maybe they wanted alone time?"
"Yeah like in a back alley," Dean agreed turning the car around and heading down the side street we just passed.
"Oh my God, stop!" I told him as I saw the guy hit the girl across the face.
Dean and I both ran out of the Impala and towards the guy's car and by the time we got there the guy had an exact-o knife out trying to cut her with it. Dean smashed the driver's side window and punched the guy in the face before slamming his head against the steering wheel. He unlocked the door and I pulled the hysterical girl from the car.
"Are you ok?" I asked but her only answer was her crying, "Are you ok!?"
"Yeah," she finally answered as Dean came around to our side of the car and quickly surveyed her for any injuries.
That's when the car started back up and peeled away.
"Damn it!" Dean yelled before turning to me, "You have your cell phone?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Stay with her, get her home and meet me at the motel," Dean yelled to me as he ran back to the Impala and tore off after the guy.
"How…how did you know?" she cried as I pulled out my cell phone to call a taxi.
"An angel, I think," I admitted much to my surprise.
I got back to the motel room at the same time Dean pulled up in the Impala. We walked in together to see Sam packing his bag.
"Honey, we're home," I said kicking my shoes off and wandering over to sit on the heater to keep warm.
"How was your day?" Dean asked.
"You were right, it wasn't an angel, it was Gregory," Sam said disappointed as he pulled out his old Stanford sweatshirt from his bag and tossed to me.
I graciously put it on and put the hood up, tying it under my chin. Dean pulled out his flask and handed it to Sam without a word and this time Sam took it and passed it back to Dean who took a swig and passed it over to me as Sam took a seat on the bed.
"I don't know guys, I just uh…I wanted to believe, so badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know? There's so much evil out there in the world…I feel like I could drown in it," Sam confessed and I got off the heater and went and sat next to him as he continued, "And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up…"
"Yeah, well, don't worry about that, alright?" Dean said sitting down on the bed opposite of us, "We're watching out for you."
"Yeah, I know you are," Sam said throwing his arm around me as I rested my head on his shoulder, "But you're just two people and I needed to think that there was something else watching too, you know? Some higher power, some greater good and then maybe…"
"Maybe what?" I asked.
"Maybe I could be saved," he replied with a small laugh, "but, uh, you know that just clouded my judgment and you're right. I mean, we've got to go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes."
"Well it's funny you say that," Dean commented.
"Why?" Sam questioned.
"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information, that guy in the car was bad new, we barely got there in time," I answered lifting my head so I could look at Sam.
"What happened?" Sam asked looking between Dean and me.
"He's dead," Dean replied simply.
"Did…you?" Sam asked and I looked over to Dean curious on the answer.
"No, but I'll tell you one thing if…the way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I never would have believed it. I mean I don't know what to call it," he said getting up from the bed and grabbing his bag.
"What? Dean, what did you see?" Sam questioned.
He walked over to the bathroom and just before closing the door he answered, "Maybe…God's will."
Sam and I sat there a few minutes lost in our own thoughts until I took Sam's hand in mine and closed my eyes.
"Please God, watch over us and keep us safe. Watch over my Sammy and show me the way to save him, in your name we pray, Amen."