ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɢᴏᴅ? ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴇ, ʏ/ɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Bobby is sat at his desk with a pile of books in front of him. Sam is sat in a chair in the opposite corner talking to Dean, who is standing, and Y/N, who is sitting on the counter.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be" Y/N says, looking at Dean.

"Look, all I know is that you were not groped by an angel"

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think Castiel would lie to Y/N about"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon" Dean says "Demon's lie" Bobby looks up from his books at the three.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's trap...and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Y/N says as Dean comes over besides her and leans against the counter.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?" Dean says.

"Yeah. I just did, Dean" Y/N says, Dean glares at her.

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me"

"Dean, we have a theory" Sam says.

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please" Dean walks forward.

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-" Sam is cut off by Dean.

"Okay, okay. That's the point" Dean says "We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

"You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Sam, Dean and Y/N walk over to Bobby's desk.

"I got stacks of lore -- Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform" Bobby says, gesturing to the books. Y/N looks at the book with the picture of an Angel rescuing a soul from hell. She reaches over to hold her shoulder that the hand print was "It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit"

"What else?" Y/N asks.

"What else, what?" Bobby asks, looking up at her.

"What else could do it?" She says, lowering her hand to her side.

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing" Bobby says, leaning back in his chair. Y/N looks at Dean with a raised eyebrow.

"This is good news" Sam says.

"How?" Dean asks.

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap" Sam looks to Y/N "I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"Awesome" Y/N says.

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" Dean asks.

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah"

"I don't know, guys"

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof" Sam says.

"Proof?" Dean repeats.

"Yes"

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally" Y/N says, frowning "Why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"

"Y/N-" Dean goes to say but Y/N continues.

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing, the ditching men. But why do I deserve to get saved?" Y/N asks "I'm just a regular woman"