Well....gotta keep this ball rolling, since I gotta go up to 14 seasons and I'm still on 2......what have I done to myself......also, if I disappear for 2 to 3 weeks, don't panic. I'm fine, just on a vacation and wont be able to be on my computer. Thought I should say that. So yeah. ^^
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Episode: Season 2 Episode 13
Part: 1
Key:
(M/n) = Male Name
(L/n) = Last Name
(D/n) = Demon Name
(N/n) = Nickname
WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom
Enjoy~
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~A Psych Ward~
A woman named Gloria was seated quietly on her bed in the ward. Her hair is straight and her face clean, she's wearing a bathrobe and reading a book held in her left hand. The door opened behind her and she turned to face the male that walked in.
"Good morning. You're not the usual guy." She said.
"No, uh, just filling in." Sam said, wearing white scrubs and holding a clipboard. "So, how are you feeling today, Gloria?"
"I've never felt better."
"So, no disturbances lately?"
"You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" She said.
"I didn't say that."
"It's all right. I know what people must think."
"What do you think?"
"I think what I saw was real."
Sam pulled up a chair and sits in it, setting the clipboard on his lap and gives her an intensely earnest look.
"I'd like to know what you saw."
"It was all over the news. I stabbed a man in the heart."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because, it was God's will."
"Did...God talk to you?"
"No. I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he, he sent someone."
"Someone?"
"An angel. It came to me in this beautiful white light, and it filled me with this feeling. It's, it's hard to describe."
"And this angel...."
"Spoke God's Word."
"And the Word was to kill someone?"
"I know, it sound strange. But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man. I was chosen. For redemption."
~Later in the Motel Room~
Dean was laying on the motel bed, which was vibrating, as he listened to music on his phone. (M/n) laying on top of him, his eyes closed. Both looked blissful. Sam entered the room, the two men on the bed didn't notice.
"Hey." He smacked Dean on the boot. "Hey!" Dean opened his eyes, (M/n) was still "out".
"Hey. Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the "Magic Fingers"."
"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable."
"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got m and (M/n) on lockdown here, and we're not allowed to do what I wanna do, I'm bored out of my skull."
"Hey, you two were the bank robbers on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."
"Hmm." Sam waved a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shutters to stillness.
"Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" The Winchester pulled his headphones off and shimmied from underneath the demon. He crossed the room and leaned on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.
"No!"
"So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"
"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."
"But she seriously believes that she was...toughed by an angel?"
"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, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?"
"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil."
"He was?"
"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 at a campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer."
"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?"
"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?"
"Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"Cuz there's no such thing, Sam."
"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."
"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."
The youngest Winchester sat down, totally deadpanned. "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"
"That's' cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'."
"And you've got angel on the bullcrap list.""
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Because I've never seen one."
"So what?"
"So I believe in what I can see."
"Dean You and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about."
"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them?"
"Maybe. But (M/n) said himself that both angels and demons were after him."
Dean thought a minute. He looked at the boy on the bed. "So then that means we gotta watch him, make sure that if this is an angel, they don't get him. I'm going stir-crazy man.. Hey, lets go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"
"I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF..."
"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?"
Sam sighed. "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."
"Could be something at his house, it's worth checking out." The oldest said eagerly.
~Gully House~
Dean was driving as they pulled up in front of Carl Gully's house. It was a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door. To the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. The boys walk up the steps.
"Hey, Sam, I think I found your sign form above." The demon gestured to the angel.
"Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Tear's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God." Dean joked.
"I'm laughing on the inside." Sam wandered around the back, through a gate, the other two followed. They find a wooden storm cellar.
"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations."
"And you think she literally meant the foundation?" The demon looked at the Winchester.
~Stork Cellar, night~
Sam and Dean open the creaking door and go down the steps, all three had a flashlight. Sam noticed scratches on the wall near the floor, he leans over to get a closer look.
"Hey."
"You got something?" Sam dug at the wall and pulls something out.
"What is it?"
"It's a fingernail." The two look at each other. Dean pulled out two shovels from the wall and they begin to dig. Later, the two dug a big enough hole to show a pile of skeletons. The demon was looking down at the hole.
"So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian."
"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about. I'll give you that."