Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 67. Gods Will

Deans POV

"Where's Sam?" Ana asks as I stop and look behind her, not seeing my brother. We share a look and hurry back into the room after we realise Sam hadn't followed us. "Sam, come on, get the lead out." I call out but Sam doesn't respond. "Sam?!" Ana shouts when we see Sam passed out on the floor.

Me and Ana rush over to him. "Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Ana and I say panicked as sam jerks awake, groaning. "You okay?" Ana asks him worried, as he stares at a stone Angel. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay." He replies. "Come on." I say and we haul him to his feet and guide him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arms, and I shut the door behind us.

"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?" I ask Sam. "Yeah. Yeah. Guys, I saw an Angel." He tells us and Ana and I give him a shocked look. "You..." I mumble as Sam sits on a pew and Ana sits next to him. I pull out my flask, unscrewing it and hand it Sam. "Alright. Here." I say.

"I don't want a drink." Sam says and I hold it out to Ana who takes a sip from it before handing it back to me and I take a swig. "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, Angel?" Ana asks him. "It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like-like peace. Like grace." Sam tells her.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?" I tease and Sam glares at me. "Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." Sam says. "It's just a spirit Sam, okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read peoples minds." I say as I sit down at another pew.

"Okay, 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 ask. "Yeah, actually." Sam says. "Great." Ana mutters and I growl under my breath. "I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" I ask him. "Actually I did, Dean. And the Angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Sam replies as I stand up and start pacing.

"Oh, this is-this is...I don't believe this." I mutter. "Dean, the Angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful and I can stop it!" Sam exclaims. "You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe-maybe I should just stop you right now." I say and Sam looks up at me.

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?" Sam asks me angrily. "What, that this is an Angel?" I ask. "Yes! Maybe we're hunting an Angel here and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!" Sam shouts.

"Okay. 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 say as I sit again. "I'll tell you who used to have faith like that- mom. She use to tell me when she tucked me into bed that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me." I tell him.

"You never told me that." Sam says softly. "Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds." I say before I look back at Sam. "You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need some hard proof. You got any?" I ask Sam, who doesn't reply.

"Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit." I tell him.

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Later, we approach Father Gregory's gravestone so see it in creeping vines. "That's looks like-" Sam says shocked. "It's wormwood. Plant associated with the dead; specifically one who are not at rest." Ana says and I nod. "I don't see it growing anywhere else. Except over the murdered priests marker. It's him, Sam." I say to him and he shrugs, slightly.