² Deception - Dean Winchester

Thirty-Five

To Jenny, she was never a fan of churches. Spending your day praying to something that didn't exist didn't sound like her kind of typical Sunday.

So, as she walked through the church crypt lined with stone angels, Jenny couldn't help but feel uneasy. She wasn't really sure if it was from being uncomfortable with how many statues there were, or because there was something dwelling in the crypt.

"I hate churches." Jenny grumbled, staring at an angel statue as she walked past it. "These things feel like a weeping angel. Are they looking at us?"

"No, Jen, they're not." Dean answered quietly, the two walking into another room. As they neared the buried bodies of past priests, Jenny stopped, brows raising at Father Gregory's.

"Dean. Look." The older Winchester looked at the grave, his own eyes widening.

The two suddenly felt a strange rumble in the ground, looking around to realize Sam wasn't with them. "Sam?!" Jenny yelled, rushing back into the other room.

Sam was passed out on the ground i'm the room they had just been in, Jenny and Dean rushing over to the young Winchester's side. Dean grabbed his brother, shaking him harshly. "Sammy!" Dean yelled, jolting back when Sam woke up quickly.

The two hauled Sam up against a wall, staring at him. "Did you see it?" Jenny asked. When Sam didn't answer, she flicked him on the forehead. "Earth to Samurai, did you see it?"

Sam rubbed his forehead, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah... I saw an angel." Jenny gave Sam an unsure look, turning to Dean as he pulled out a flask, handing it to his brother.

"All right, here."

"I don't want a drink." Sam scoffed. Dean shrugged, taking a swig from the flask before handing it to Jenny, who did the same.

"So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" Dean asked, still as skeptical as Jenny.

"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace." Jenny snorted, turning away for a second.

"Grace. Okay." She mumbled under her breath, turning back to Sam.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?" Dean patted his brothers shoulder, only for Sam to push his arm away.

"Guys, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." Sam furrowed his brows at Dean and Jenny, who lifted him off the ground.

"It's just a spirit, Sam. It probably read your mind. Lots of spirits can do that." Jenny said, more or less trying to reassure herself instead of Sam.

"Okay, let me guess." Dean started as he sat down on a pew. "You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?" Sam shrugged, nodding.

"Yeah, actually." Jenny covered her face with her hands, trying her best to not laugh at how gullible Sam was.

"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Dean continued as his brother nodded.

"Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Jenny's arms dropped, rolling her head back.

"Okay, this is ridiculous." She laughed, turning to Dean, who started pacing. "Sam, this angel is going to make you kill someone. A human! Not a fucking monster! Someone who hasn't even done anything yet!"

"Jenny, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!" Jenny glared at Sam, shaking her head.

"You aren't going to stop shit, okay? You—" Jenny pointed angrily at him, Sam silently waiting for her to continue. "You're an idiot if you think that Dean and I are just going to let you wander off and kill a man!"