Don't Leave Me-SPN S2

Chapter 13 - Houses of the Holy

Dean was lying on the motel bed, which was vibrating, as he listened to music on his phone. I was on the other bed, writing in my journal. As Sam entered, Dean didn't notice him.

"Hey Sammy." I said.

"Hey." he said and smacked Dean on the boot. "Hey!" Dean opened his eyes and saw him.

"Hey. Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers." Dean said. I gave a very uncomfortable look at Dean.

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making Ali and I uncomfortable." Sam said.

"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull." Dean said.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not us. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility." Sam said.

"Hmm." Dean said. Sam waved a dismissing hand at Dean as he turned to go into the bathroom. The bed shuttered to stillness.

"Aw, damnit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" Dean asked. He pulled his headphones out and got up, crossed the room and leaned on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam was washing his face.

"No." Sam said. Dean looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I glared at him.

"I am not giving you my money for your weird obsession." I said. He rolled his eyes at me.

"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy." Sam said.

"But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?" Dean asked.

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

"Oh yeah, you're right, that sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?" I asked.

"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil." Sam said.

"Was he?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked over at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer." Sam said.

"Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Dean said.

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little odd, don't you think?" Sam asked.

"Well, odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean said.

"Why not?" Sam said.

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

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

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass." Dean said. Sam sat down, total deadpan.

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Sam asked in a mocking voice.

"That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'." Dean said.

"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list." Sam asked.

"Yep." Dean said.

"Why?" Sam asked.