Dean and I hurry back into the room after we noticed that Sam didn't follow us. "Sam, come on, get the lead out." Dean calls out but Sam doesn't respond. "Sam?" I shout then we see Sam was passed out on the floor.

Then Dean and I rush over to him. "Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Dean and I said, panicked, and Sam jerks awake, groaning. "Y'okay?" I asked him, worried, as he stares at the stone angel. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay." Sam replied. "Come on." Dean said and we haul Sam to his feet and guide him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arms, and Dean shuts the door behind us.

"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?" Dean asked Sam. "Yeah. Yeah. Guys, I saw an angel." Sam said and Dean and I give a shocked look at him. "You..." Dean mumbles and Sam sits on a pew and I sit next to him. Dean pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him. "All right. Here." He said.

"I don't want a drink." Sam said then Dean holds his flask to me. I shake my head and Dean shrugs then takes a swig. "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" I asked Sam. "It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace." Sam replied.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?" Dean teased and Sam glares at Dean. "Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." He said. "It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." Dean said as he sits down on 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?" Dean asked. "Yeah, actually." Sam said. "Great." I muttered and Dean growls under his breath. "I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Dean asked him. "Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Sam replied then Dean stands up and starts pacing.

"Oh, this is, this is...I don't believe this." Dean mutters. "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." Dean said and Sam looks up at him.

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

"Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's — hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier." Dean said as he sits again. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that — Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me." Dean said and I frown towards him.

"You never told me that." Sam said, 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." Dean said then he looks down then back over to Sam. "You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" Dean asked Sam, who doesn't reply.

"Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit." Dean said.

Later, we approach Father Gregory's tombstone to sed it covered in creeping vines. "That looks like—" Sam said, shocked. "It's wormwood. Plant associated with the dead; specifically the ones that are not at rest." I said to him and Dean nods. "I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, Sam." Dean said and Sam shrugs, slightly.

"Maybe." Sam replied.

"Maybe?" Dean asked, confused.

"Dean, I don't know what to think." Sam said.

"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof." Dean said.
"How?" Sam asked. "We'll summon Gregory's spirit." Dean replied and I turn, quickly, to him. "What? Here? In the church?" I asked him, shocked. "Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, séance ritual in Dad's journal." Dean replied. "Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available." Sam said with sarcasm.

"That's funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest." Dean said, deadpan. "But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothin' 'll happen." Sam said. "Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam: we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure." Dean said and I look at Sam. "Don't you wanna know for sure?" I asked him and he looks down then nods.

That night, we leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling. "Guys. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?" Sam said, questioning. "We'll just put it Spongebob side down." I said and Sam laughs but stops and stares at something.

"Guys, that's it." Sam said. "What?" Dean and I asked. "That's the sign!" Sam said. "Where?" We asked. "Right there, right behind that guy!" Sam said as he points at a guy that was holding some flowers in his hands. "That's him, guys. And we have to stop him." Sam said and the young man crosses the street.

Sam starts to go after him but Dean and I stop him. "Wait a minute." I said, urgently, and Sam looks at us. "What are you doing? Let me go." He exclaims. "You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?" Dean shouts at him.

"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him." Sam said. "Define stop, huh? I mean, what are you going to do?" I asked Sam, worried. "Guys, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it." Sam said as he looks between us then Dean and I share a look.

"All right, come on." Dean said as the young man has gotten into a car and starts it up, pulling away. Dean gets in the driver side of his car and starts it while I get into the passenger side. Sam tries to get in the back seat but the door is locked. 

"Dean. Unlock the door." Sam said, firmly. "You're not killing anyone, Sam. We've got this guy, you go do the séance." Dean said and I look over at him then to Sam. "Guys!" Sam shouts before Dean pulls away, following the young man at a short distance.

The man stops at a corner and gets out with the bunch of flowers, handing them to a woman waiting on the corner. They both get in the car and drive off again and we follow them. 

After following him for a few minutes. The car turns down a dark alley and we temporarily lose sight of him. Dean slams the steering wheel in frustration. "Dammit!" Dean growls. "Okay, calm down. We'll find him." I said and Dean let's out a sigh and continues on.

Eventually, we find his car parked in an alleyway and Dean parks the car and we watch through the back window of the man's car. We get out of the car and slowly make our way to the car just as we hear the woman let out a scream then the man yelling at her.

Dean smashes the driver side window then reaches in, punches, and slams the man's face into the steering wheel as I go over to the passenger side. Dean unlocks the doors and I help the woman get out. "Are you okay? Are you okay?!" I asked her and she begins to cry. "Thank God!" She cries as Dean comes over to us.

Behind us, the car starts up and the man drives off. "Dammit!" Dean growls and I turn to the woman again. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you have a cell phone?" I asked her and she nods, still sobbing. "Call 9-1-1!" Dean and I shout at her and we run off and get in Impala to chase after the evil young man again. 

Dean grips the steering wheel tightly after many tense and frantic moments of this chase. We cut across lanes, over grass, and generally cause mayhem. At a cross-street, a small pickup truck, carrying long metal pipes, screeches to a halt in front of the man's car.

A pipe spins off the truck bed, bouncing once on the ground and plowing straight through the man's windshield. "(Y/n) hang on!" Dean shouts as he stops the car in shock and I hold the door handle.

Once we stopped the car, both of us get out and walk towards the car, where we saw that the pipe had gone through the windshield and impaled the man through the chest. "Holy..." Dean mutters in surprise as my jaw drops and my eyes widen in shock.

Later, we approach the motel room and enters to see Sam packing. "How was your day?" Dean asked him. "You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory." Sam said in a sad, dull and demoralized tone.

Dean pulls the flask from his inner pocket, takes a drink, then I hold my hand out towards him. He hands me the flask and I take a sip and hand it back to Dean. Then he offers it to Sam, who takes it. "I don't know, guys, I just, uh..." Sam said as he sits on the bed. "I wanted to believe...so badly, ah...It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? And...there's so much evil out there in the world, guys, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up..." Sam said and I go and sit next to him and place my hands on his shoulder.

"I know how you feel, Sam." I said to him, calmly, and Dean sits on the other side of Sam. "Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you." Dean said. "Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe..." Sam said.

"Maybe what?" I asked him. "Maybe I could be saved." Sam replied before he let's out a nervous laugh. "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgment, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes." Sam said, sadly.

"Yeah, well, it's funny you say that." I said, letting out a small chuckle, and Sam looks at me. "Why?" He asked and I look over at Dean. "Care to explain what we saw, Dean?" I said and Dean looks down. "Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. We barely got there in time." Dean said.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"He's dead." I replied and Sam's eyes widen and he looks between us. "Did...you?" Sam asked and we shake our heads. "No." Dean and I replied. "But I'll tell you one thing. If...The way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes and if (y/n) wasn't there to witness it and confirm it, I never would have believed it. I mean...I don't know what to call it." Dean said.

"What? Guys, what did you see?" Sam asked and Dean and I share a look. "God's will." Dean and I replied.