Being Different (D.Winchester)

1.24 The Priest

Victim's house.

We climbed over the fence and to a window. Dean opened it and we climbed through it.

Sam sat down on a desk and looked through the computer. Dean and i were looking through the stuff.

Sam called out "Hey, Lena!"

I walked to him "Yeah?"

Sam "you don't happen to know how to hack a file, do you?"

I asked him irritated "who do you think i am?"

His jaw dropped.

I laughed "of course, i can hack a file. Move"

He rolled backwards with the chair and i bent down to open the file Sam showed me and pressed a few buttons.

I smiled "We're through"

Dean "you're a genius, Lena"

I smiled "i know"

I kneeled down and Sam rolled next to me. I looked through the file. A dozen e-mails.

Dean " you find anything?"

Me "There are these got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer. "

I opened a few files and grimaced "This lady who's thirteen years old."

Dean " Oh, I don't want to hear this."

Me "Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal. I think i'm gonna barf. Setting up a time and place to meet. "

Dean "Great. "

Me " They were supposed to meet today. "

Dean " Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna 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, -"

Me "Avenging angel? "

Dean gave me a look.

I stood up and moved to the side to give Sam a better access to the computer.

Me "how else do you explain it, Dean? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet that this guy was just like them"

Dean turned away and i rolled my eyes.

He picked something up "hey. "

We looked at him.

Dean " You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right? "

Sam nodded " Yeah"

Dean" What was the name of his church?"

Sam thought about it " Uh, Our Lady of the Angels? "

Dean grimaced " Of course that'd be the name. Looks like Frank went to the Same church."

He showed us a piece of paper.

At church.

Father Reynolds" So you're interested in joining the parish?"

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

Fr. Reynolds " Where'd you say you lived before?"

Sam " Uh"

Dean "Fremont, Texas. "

I nodded "yeah. "