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Not much Wam, but a lot of Willow--Dean sibling fights. Will be more Willow and Sam next chapter.

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Woman kills man, saying it was God's will.

Yeah, when God comes knocking, he'll have to kick Willow in the ass for her to believe it.

Willow was sitting in the motel room on the couch as she read over the report. Sam was interviewing the patient while Dean relieved some stress on the massaging bed. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself at how much Dean seemed to enjoy the massage.

Turning back to the report, she read over what Gloria had said about the angel. Over the years, she had heard reports of humans encountering angels, but most had been false. The other few... Well, she chalked it out as something else as she had no evidence for anything it could be. She hoped it wasn't angels, because it was easier to think there was no greater good than to think there was and he didn't give a damn.

The door to the motel room opened and Willow turned to see Sam walking in, shoving the room key into his jacket pocket. He walked over and nodded to her in greeting. "Hey."

Willow smiled up at him as he leaned down to her. "Hey."

He pecked her on the lips, turning around and taking his jacket off as Willow went back to her papers. It took them a minute before they both realized what had happened and stopped their actions abruptly.

Their eyes wide, they slowly turned to look at each other, slightly nervous and shocked at how instinctual it was for them to act like that casually. Blush furiously formed on both of their cheeks. They turned away as soon as their eyes met, both awkwardly trying to forget the last two minutes.

Sam cleared his throat and walked over to his brother, hitting his legs to grab his attention. "Hey!"

Dean's eyes snapped open and looked to his younger brother who was looking at him expectantly. Dean smiled widely. "Hey, man, you got to try this. I mean, there really is magic in the magic fingers."

Sam frowned, looking away from his pleasured brother. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"You and Willow got me on lock down here. I'm bored out of my skull," Dean whined.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o-clock news, not us," Willow reasoned, turning around in her chair to face them. "We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Dean pouted, closing his eyes again. Sam waved him off, walking away from him. Willow merely smiled at their banter. Suddenly, the Magic Fingers turned off, its set time over with.

"Aw, damn it. That was my last quarter," Dean groaned. He pulled his earphones off and scooted to the edge of the bed. "Hey! You got any quarters?"

"No," Sam grunted, washing his hands in the bathroom.

Dean sighed, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. "So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

"Yeah, Gloria Sitnik," Sam answered, turning off the sink and drying his hands. "And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

"But she seriously believes she was... touched by an angel?" Dean pursed his lips.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."

"Oh, yeah, you're right-- sounds completely sane," Dean scoffed. Willow shrugged, nod taking her eyes off of the papers.

"There are some supernatural beings who can manipulate what the person sees, hears and feels. She might not be completely insane," Willow informed them, turning to face them. "What about the guy she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gulley. Said she killed him because he was evil," Sam answered, throwing the towel down on the sink and walking out of the bathroom, Dean trailing behind him.

"Was he?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I couldn't find any dirt on him. He didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a church goer."

"Hmm. So Gloria's just your standard-issue wako?" Dean asked confused. "I mean, she wouldn't be first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion, you know what I mean?"

Willow shrugged. "No, but she is the second in town to kill because an angel told them to. A bit odd, no?"

"Odd-- yes, supernatural-- maybe, but angels? I don't think so," Dean shook his head.

Willow scoffed. "I didn't say anything about angels. I'm with you on that one."

Sam gave them a look. "Why not?"

"Because there's no such thing, Sam," Dean stated.

Sam chuckled humorlessly. "Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."

"Hey, you know, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass," Dean snapped.

"Wait," Sam gasped, sitting himself on the bed. "There's no such thing as unicorns?"

Dean gave a mocking smile. "That's cute."

Sam gave an exasperated sigh, scratching his brow.

"I'm just saying man, there's some legends that you just file under 'bull crap'," Dean continued, sitting on his bed as he checked his pistol.

"And you got angels on the 'bull crap' list?" Sam glanced at Willow. "Both of you?"

They both nodded.

"Yup." "Obviously."

Sam shook his head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I've never seen one," Dean snaps

"So what?" Sam scoffs.

"So, I believe in what I can see."

Sam turned his attention to Willow. "And you?"

Willow merely shrugged. "I don't have a better reason, I suppose. In all of my years hunting, have never seen the real deal."

"Guys, we've seen things most people couldn't even dream about." Sam reasoned.

"Exactly, with our own eye-- that's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel."

Willow's eyebrows shot up as Dean's hard tone. She wasn't expecting him to feel so strongly about this. In hind sight, she didn't expect either of them to put this much passion into the debate.

"Don't you think that if they existed we would have crossed paths with them or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No, this is a demon or a spirit. They find people a few fries short of a happy meal and they trick them into killing these randoms."

Willow nodded in agreement.

Sam didn't seem convinced. "Maybe."

Dean sighed. "Can we just-- I'm going stir crazy, man. Let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

Dean stood and began to pace. Sam scoffed.

"I was just there, Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF..."

"You didn't see any fluffy, white wing feathers?" Dean taunted, sitting across from Sam.

Willow decided to stop the banter. "Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign right by Carl Gulley's doorway. Could be something at his house. I say we check it out."

The brothers glanced at each other, before nodding in agreement.

***

The three pulled up to Carl's place. Exiting the vehicle, they made their was up to his land. Sam took a look around the neighborhood as Willow took a few whiffs of the air. Dean made his way to the porch.

"Hey, guys."

Willow looked over only to roll her eyes.

"Think I found it." Dean pointed to a plastic, light up angel leaning against the house under the mailbox.

"It's a sign from up above," Dean continued to taunt. He turned and walked up the steps, glancing into the house from the windows.

Sam only frowned, staring at the angel. This didn't go unnoticed by Willow.

"I think I learned a valuable lesson," Dean stated, making his way towards them. "Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God."

He gave a laugh sarcastically. Sam pursed his lips.

"I'm laughing on the inside," he muttered, surveying the house.

"Guys!"

They looked over to Willow. She was standing in front of a gate that led to the back of the house. She pointed to the path.

"I caught something funky in the air. It's coming from here."

They followed her passed the gate until she stopped as the entrance to a root cellar on the side of the house.

"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations," Sam voiced.

Dean rose a brow. "You think she literally meant the foundation?"

Willow shrugged, breaking the brass locks off of the door to the cellar. "One way to find out."

They made their way inside and pulled out their flashlights while Willow used her night vision, her eyes turning amber. Sam and Dean inspected the many shelves and jars as Willow made her way through the path, following the scent.

She made her way to a corner, crouching down and taking a whiff. "Yup, there's definitely something here. Smells like death."

Sam walked over and noticed scratch marks on the wall near where she was standing. He leaned down, pulling something from the concrete.

Dean walked over. "What is it?"

Sam scoffed in disbelief. "A fingernail."

Willow's face scrunched up. "Ew."

Dean sighed, grabbing two shovels for them to start to dig.

Once finished, they found bounds just where Willow said the scent was.

"So much for the innocent, churchgoing librarian," Sam snarked.

Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about-- I'll give you that."

Willow sighed. "I got a bad feeling about this."

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Sam went and got some dirt on Carl. Apparently, three college students in the last year have gone missing. Each victim was last seen at the library Carl worked at before they didn't show up at class the next week. Dean got a lead on the radio. There was another hit.

A local drunk by the name Zach Smith went up to someone's house and stabbed the owner in the heart, before going to the police and confessing. He ended up getting the victims address, so they decided to go check it out.

Dean swept the house while Sam checked his office. Willow was doing a lap around the grounds as she was the less likely to get caught.

Dean walked into the office flipping through a magazine while Sam furiously typed at the keyboard.

"Find anything?" Sam asked, his eyes not straying from the screen.

"Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping, but that's about all I got." Dean closed the catalog, calling into the air, "Will?"

She suddenly appeared in the living room, shaking her head. "Nothing. At least, no dead bodies or bones. Sam?"

Sam shook his head. "Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer that..." He trailed off. "Hold on."

Willow walked over and peered over his shoulder at the screen. Whatever he tried, got the file to unlock.

Sam smiled in pride. "Not anymore."

Willow smirked. "Nice going, handsome."

Sam choked on air, his cheeks going red as Dean rolled his eyes. A large list showed up on the screen.

"God."

Dean walked over at Sam's exclamation. "What?"

"He's got all these emails, dozens, to this lady names Jennifer."

He dragged the emails and they all opened up. His head tilted to the side as he began to read. "This lady who is thirteen years old."

Dean groaned in disgust. "I don't want to hear this."

Willow's jaw clenched. "What hospital was he sent to again? I need to know for research purposes."

Sam instinctively rested his hand on hers, rubbing his thumb comfortingly over it. She seemed to relax a bit as she continued to read.

"Looks like they met in a chatroom," Sam informed them. "These emails are pretty personal, guys."

Sam clicked on something and scoffed, nodding towards the screen. "Look at that, setting up a time and place to meet."

"Great," Dean muttered sarcastically.

"They were supposed to meet today," Sam realized.

Dean sighed. "Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I mean, I don't know, this is weird, guys."

Willow nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Spirits are known for vengeance missions, as well as other creatures. But, this one seems to have an agenda to go only after bad people. A vigilante, like a--"

Sam cut her off-- "Avenging angel?"

Willow reluctantly nodded. "I did see an angel statue out in the front."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Well, how else do you explain it, Dean?" Sam snapped. "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--"

"--Hey," Dean cut him off.

"What?" Sam raised a brow.

"You said Carl Gulley was a churchgoer, right?" Dean asked, walking over with a flier.

Willow nodded. "Yeah, Our Lady of Angels."

Dean sighed. "Of course that would be the name."

He showed them the flier. "Looks like Frank went to the same church."

Willow smiled. "And there's our connection."

***

"So, you're interested in joining the parish?"

"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday," Dean joked.

Willow held back a cringe as they walked into the church behind the priest. She should start doing these undercover jobs by herself and save herself the embarrassment of these two.

"Where'd you say you lived before?" Father Reynolds asked the trio.

"Ah--" Sam hesitated.

"Premont, Texas," Dean answered quickly.

"--Yeah," Sam agreed.

"Really?" Father smiled lightly. "That's a nice town. St. Teresa's Parish. You must know the priest there."

Willow held back a laugh at the brothers' panicked expressions. She enjoyed watching them squirm.

"Sure, yeah," Dean tensed. "No, it's Father O'Malley."

Father Reynolds frowned. "I know a Father Shaughnessy."

"Shaughnessy, exactly," Dean laughed anxiously. "What did I say?"

"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father," Sam tried to deter the attention from his hopeless brother.

That seemed to do the trick as Father instantly smiled. "And we're happy to have you. We could use some young blood around here."

"Father, I mean no disrespect, but, I have to have to ask. The neighborhood here, is..." Willow trailed off.

Father nodded. "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."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah. We heard about the murders."

"Yes, the victims were parishioners of mine. I've known them for years."

"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam inquired.

Father nodded. "Yes, misguided souls. To think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder-- it's tragic."

"So, you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Dean asked.

Willow resisted the urge to smack his forehead.

Father raised a brow. "Oh, no, I absolutely believe. It kind of goes with the job description."

Willow snorted, unable to hold back a giggle. Dean sent her a glare.

"Father, that's Michael, right?" Sam asked, pointing to a painting on the wall.

"That's right," Father confirmed. "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 asked.

"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful--" Willow tried her best not to laugh at that, "--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."

Father looked at them expectantly. The brothers looked at the father awkwardly. Willow decided to stop punishing them.

"Luke 2:9," she stated. They looked at her surprised as the priest smiled.

"Very good," he complimented.

She just smiled cheekily as the brothers glared at her.

They made their way out of the church and to the front steps of the parish.

"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father," Sam stated.

Father Reynolds nodded. "It was my pleasure. Hope to see you again."

Dean took a glance at the bottom of the steps before he called back, "Hey Father, what's all that for?"

Father looked over to see the many candles and flowers at the bottom of the steps. "Oh, that's for Father Gregory, he was a priest here."

"Was?" Dean asked.

"Passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt," Father explained.

"When did this happen?" Willow asked, not taking her eyes off the memorial.

"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."

Willow then pieced everything together as Sam offered his condolences.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too," Father nodded. "He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But, like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out."

"For what?" Sam asked.

"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."

I wouldn't count on that, Father, Willow couldn't help but think. He doesn't give a damn about us.

The brothers shared a look.

"Well, Padre," Dean shook Father's hand. "Thanks. We'll see you again."

Father shook everyone's hand before entering the church. The trio made their way to the memorial. Dean picked up a picture of Father Gregory.

"Well, it's definitely a spirit. Everything lines up," Willow confirmed.

Dean nodded. "Devoted priest dies a violent death-- that's vengeful spirit material right there. And he knew all the stiffs 'cause they went to church here. In fact, I'm willing to bet because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew."

"Then again," Sam countered. "Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time it started?"

"Sam," Willow sighed in exasperation.

"What?" He defended.

"Sam, if he started praying, there's a large possibility that he could have awakened his spirit if anything," Willow explained. "It's happened before.

Dean nodded in agreement. "Look, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mister 700 Club?"

Sam scoffed shaking his head. Dean continued.

"Seriously, from the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. What's next? Are you gonna start praying everyday?"

Willow coughed awkwardly, Dean turning to her as she smiled sheepishly. "He already does that."

Dean was taken aback. He turned to his brother. "What?"

Sam frowned. "I do pray everyday. I have for a long time."

Dean looked defeated. "The things you learn about a guy. Huh."

Willow sighed, grabbing the boys by their arms. "Come on. Let's check out Father Gregory's grave."

They were both still tense, but allowed her to pull them with her. They followed her into the church crypt. Walking into the main hall, Dean walked into the crypt first, Willow following behind. She noticed Sam stop and turned to see what was going on.

"Sam? You good?" She asked, walking over and grabbing his arm gently.

She turned her gaze to the angel statue he was staring at. It suddenly started to shake violently, before a bright light blinded her.

A hiss was heard in her ear.

"You are beyond redemption."

She was then thrown into the wall where her head hit the concrete and she was knocked unconscious.

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