Hopelessly Human

51. I'm No Angel

[I'm No Angel]

EXT. ST. ANNE'S CATHEDRAL; GARDEN - NIGHT

Two priests, one young and one old, were walking through the garden together.

"Monsignor Cassidy will join us for dinner on Saturday," the old priest said. "And mass, of course. He can be a pain, so let's have everybody on their toes."

They stopped as they rounded a corner and were confronted by two angels in gray suits.

"Gentlemen," the female angel greeted. "We're looking for a man and woman we believe you may know. His name is Castiel and her name is Azrael."

INT. ST. ANNE'S SHELTER FOR MEN; LOCKER ROOM - DAY

Various men were wandering about, chatting, getting changed, etc. Castiel stood from the basin and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing regular clothes as opposed to his trench coat. He picked up a tube and squirted a glob of toothpaste directly into his mouth as a man approached.

"Hey, Clarence," a man greeted. "How much longer are you and Josephine gonna be with us?"

Castiel chewed on toothpaste. "We'll be moving on tonight after work. It's time." The man nodded and hung up his towel. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Castiel walked into one of the bathroom stalls. "Do you ever tire of urinating? I'll never get used to it. And I doubt my sister will either."

EXT. ST. ANNE'S CATHEDRAL; GARDEN - DAY

Various men from the shelter were helping with the gardening -  mowing the lawn, raking leaves, etc. Castiel was picking up trash but stopped when he noticed something on a rock. He touched it - blood. He caught Azrael's eye from across the way.

Finding more blood on a nearby gate, Castiel and Azrael followed the trail through to the back part of the garden where the blood trail ended at a large smear on a statue. Castiel and Azrael looked up to find the two priests from before, skewered through the chest on fence spikes with their eyes burned out.

INT. BUNKER - DAY

Dean was pouring himself coffee and Natalia was pouring herself tea. They looked like they'd just woken up and were both wearing a bathrobe. He strolled from the kitchen to the main room, then to the library. Natalia remained in the kitchen, debating what she wanted for breakfast.

"Sam! Dylan!" Dean called. "You two here?"

Right on cue, Sam and Dylan entered through the front door carrying a takeout container.

"Hey!" Sam and Dylan greeted. "Morning."

Dean checked his watch. "You've both been outside already?"

"Yeah. Woke up, went for a run - beautiful sunrise, Dylan took a picture. Anyways, cleaned up, went and got breakfast, grabbed you real bacon and eggs, extra grease, not even gonna argue, got Nat real bacon and French toast." They put the containers on the table and the three sat.

"Mm, perfect. Wait. You two went running?"

"What? Why do you look so worried?"

"Let's see. There's Cas and Rae, who Nat and I told to haul ass here. That was days ago. They're still out there. Um, there's you."

"Me? I feel great."

Dylan nodded. "He seemed good, Dean."

"I'm sure you do, but, Sam, you went through the trials," Dean reminded his brother. "Okay, that put a big strain on you. I think it's better if you took it easy, you know, and didn't act like you were-"