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ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Dean is lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. He looks sort of blissful. Y/N is sat on the other bed, laying on her stomach, asleep. As Sam enters, Dean doesn't notice him.

"Hey," Sam smacks Dean on the boot. "Hey!" Y/N jolts awake.

"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 is he supposed to do? I mean, you've got us on lockdown here, we're bored out of our skulls," Y/N says.

"Hey, you two were the bank robbers on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you two just walking into a government facility."

"Hmm," Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shuts to stillness. "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" Dean pulls out his headphones and gets up, slapping Y/N on the head playfully, crossing the room and leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.

"No!" Dean goes to turn to Y/N, but as he turns, he sees her glaring at him.

"Don't even ask," she says.

"So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

"But she seriously believes that she was...touched by an angel?"

"Yeah. Blinding light, feeling of spiritual ecstasy," Y/N looks at Sam sharply, her eyes slightly widened, "the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."

"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."

"Was he?" Y/N asks.

"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 the campus library, has 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, a little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"'Cause there's no such thing, Sam," Dean says.

"How do you know?" Y/N asks.

"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," Sam sits down, total deadpan.

"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 angels on the bullcrap list," Y/N says.

"Yep."

"Why?" Dean looks up.

"Because I've never seen one."

"So what?"

"So, I believe in what I can see."