Pretty, Reckless, Winchester

LVIII. Renegade

[LOTUS]

Sam, Dean, Holly, and Nate, in their FBI suits and dress, were walking down the hallway of a morgue. They showed their badges to a doctor who was coming out of a room.

"Your colleagues are already inside." The doctor informed.

Sam, Dean, Holly, and Nate exchanged questioning looks, simultaneously putting away their badges and entered the room to find Cas and Crowley. They were standing next to an autopsy table, where a body laid covered by a sheet.

"Agents." Cas and Crowley said.

Dean frowned. "Okay, this has gotta stop. All right, give me that." Dean pulled an FBI badge off Crowley's jacket lapel.

"Armani!" Crowley protested.

"Okay, enough. Let's have a look." Sam said.

Nate pulled down the sheet to reveal the face of the body on the table. It was an older man with his eyes burnt out.

"Ooh. Looks like somebody forgot to put on his sunscreen." Dean commented.

Holly swatted his chest, glaring at her eldest brother.

"This was Wallace Parker, the very powerful CEO of almost everything." Cas informed.

Holly crossed her arms. "And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel. Wasn't strong enough to hold him."

Sam covered up the man's face again.

"Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next." Crowley told them. "He's moving on to blue chips—celebrities, captains of industry. He just got a lot more dangerous."

"I agree with Agent Zappa." Cas said.

Dean looked at Cas. "Oh, will you stop?"

Holly rolled her eyes and narrowed her eyes at Cas and Crowley. "Good work. Agents."

BUNKER

Sam, Dean, and Holly were drinking beer in the library of the Bunker. Nate, sitting next to Sam, had nothing.

"So, find anything?" Dean asked. "Anyone powerful or respectable who suddenly changed... or exploded?"

"Well, this is pretty interesting." Sam noted.

His laptop showed a news article with the headline 'Record Donation to Dioceses'. He clicked on a picture and turned the laptop around so Dean and Holly could see. "This is the Archbishop of St. Louis with Wallace Parker."

The picture showed a man in a suit holding a check and shaking hands with the priest in the red robe with a large cross around his neck.

Holly rested her legs on the table. "So?"

Sam met her eyes. "So, that was him three days ago." He scrolled through a few pictures.

Nate pointed to a picture. "And this... is him last night at the opening of a food kitchen. You two notice anything missing?"

Dean and Holly scrolled back and forth through the pictures before Dean said, "Yeah, the big mother of a cross around his neck."

"Exactly. And this morning, his office canceled all further public appearances without comment." Sam said.

Holly glanced up at Sam. "Okay, so you two are thinking that, uh, Lucifer blasted out of Parker and into his buddy the Archbishop here."

"Worth a shot."

"Yeah." Dean and Holly answered.

It was nighttime and raining. The Impala pulled up to a building with a sign that read 'Archdiocese of St. Louis'. They exited the car and walked up to the door.