Air Date: 1 Feb 2007

Note: This is the first episode of the season that does not begin with a "then" preview.

SUBTITLE

Providence, Rhode Island

A young woman (Gloria) is sitting in a dark room, watching television (it appears to be "The Drew Carey Show") and smoking. She wears smudged hooker makeup and the table to her left holds several small angel statues and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.

DIALOGUE ON TV: Woman: How little?

Drew: How about "a little eyeshadow"?

(LAUGHTRACK)

You know, all this stuff, it's just very unprofessional.

Mimi: Don't touch the troll!

Drew: Is that what your mom used to say to your dates?

(LAUGHTRACK)

Mimi: Put the trolls down or I'll put a staple right between your-[/i]

Gloria sighs heavily and lifts the remote control. As we pan over to reveal the television, she flips to a televangelist station.

Televangelist: Now I know it's hard. It's hard to look up when you're down. It's hard to look up and see the light. But I'm here to tell you folks, the Lord is with you.

Gloria turns off the television; the lamp to her right begins sputtering and flickering. She looks around, frowning, and stamps out her cigarette. The television suddenly turns on again, and Gloria gasps in shock.

Televangelist: You don't have to suffer, you don't have to be lost. The lord is talking to you right now; he's saying, you are my child and you have a purpose! You think God forgot about you? I tell you no! All you got to do is listen! Can't you just hear those angels singing? Isn't it beautiful? It's time. It's time to receive the message he's sending. It's time to listen to the Word of God! Do you hear the glory? I said, can you hear it? I said, can you just hear the glory?

The lamp is still flickering and the entire room begins to shake. Gloria clutches at the couch, looking around in panic. Behind her, a blinding light glows, and she turns to face it in horror, then awe.

Gloria (no sound)

Oh my god.

END Teaser

INT. PSYCH WARD - DAY

Gloria is seated quietly on her bed in a psych 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 opens behind her and she turns.

Gloria: Good morning. You're not the usual guy.

Pan around to reveal who she's talking to; it's Sam, in white scrubs and holding a clipboard.

Sam: No, uh, just filling in. So how you feeling today, Gloria?

Gloria: I've never felt better.

Sam: So, no disturbances lately?

Gloria: You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for coco puffs?

Sam: I didn't' say that.

Gloria: It's all right. I know what people must think.

Sam: What do you think?

Gloria: I think what I saw was real.

EPISODE TITLE: HOUSES OF THE HOLY

Sam looks around, pulls up a chair and sets the clipboard down. He leans forward, elbows on knees, and gives her an intensely earnest look.

Sam: I'd like to know what you saw.

Gloria: It was all over the news. I s*ab a man in the heart.

Sam: Why would you do that?

Gloria: Because it was God's will.

Sam: Did God talk to you?

Gloria: No. I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he, he sent someone.

Sam: Someone?

Gloria: 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.

Sam: And this angel...

Gloria: Spoke God's Word.

Sam: And the Word was to k*ll someone?

Gloria: I know, it sounds strange. But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man. I was chosen. For redemption.

Sam: This man you s*ab, did the angel give you his name?

Gloria: No, he just told me to wait for the sign. And the very next day I saw it, right beside the man's doorway. And I knew.

Sam: Why him?

Gloria: I just know what the angel told me: that this man was guilty to his deepest foundations. And that was good enough for me.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Dean is lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. As Sam enters, Dean doesn't notice him.

Sam: Hey.

(smacking Dean on the boot)

Hey!

Dean: Hey. Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers.

Sam: Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable.

Dean: What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull.

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

Dean: Hmm.

Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shutters to stillness.

Dean: Aw, damnit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?

Dean pulls his headphones out and gets up, crossing the room and leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.

Sam: No.

Dean: So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?

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

Dean: But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?

Sam: Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace.

Dean: Oh yeah, you're right, that sounds completely sane. What about the dude she s*ab?

Sam: Uh, Carl Gully. She said she k*lled him because he was evil.

Dean: Was he?

Sam: 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 over at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer,

Dean: Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to k*ll in the name of religion, know what I mean?

Sam: No, but she's the second in town to m*rder because an angel told them to. Little odd, don't you think?

Dean: Well, odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so.

Sam: Why not?

Dean: (as if it's obvious)

Because there's no such thing, Sam.

Sam: Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.

Dean: 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 sh**t rainbows out of their ass.

Sam: (sitting down, total deadpan)

Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

Dean: That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under "bullcrap".

Sam: And you've got angels on the bullcrap list.

Dean: Yep.

Sam: Why?

Dean: Because I've never seen one.

Sam: So what?

Dean: So, I believe in what I can see.

Sam: Dean! You and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about.

Dean: 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? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit, you know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into k*lling these randoms.

Sam: Maybe.

Dean: (rolls his eyes)

Can we just — I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?

Sam: I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF,

Dean: You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?

Sam: But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway.

Dean: (eagerly)

Could be something at his house, worth checking out.

EXT. GULLY HOUSE - DAY

Dean is driving as they pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. Dean mounts the steps and sees it.

Dean: Oh hey, Sam. I think I found it. It's a sign from up above.

(he peers in the window)

Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha.

Sam: I'm laughing on the inside.

Sam wanders around back, through a gate, and Dean follows; they find a wooden storm cellar.

Sam: You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations.

Dean: You think she literally meant the foundation?

INT. STORM CELLAR - NIGHT

Sam and Dean open the creaking door and go down the steps, shining flashlights.

Dean: Hmm.

Sam notices scratches on a wall near the floor; he leans over to get a closer look.

Sam: Hey.

Dean: You got something?

Sam digs at the wall and pulls something out.

Dean: What is it?

Sam: It's a fingernail.

Dean pulls two shovels from the wall and they begin to dig.

LATER, a deep pit has been completed to reveal a pile of skeletons.

Sam: So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian.

Dean: Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that.

INT. Zach's APARTMENT - NIGHT

A young man (Zach)is lying on a single bed, staring at the ceiling. He drinks from a bottle of liquor; a comic book entitled "THESEUS" rests open on his chest. The room begins to shake violently, the lights flickering. More bottles tumble to the floor from the night stand, and the television topples with a crash. Zach scrambles out of bed frantically; a blinding light appears in front of him and he holds up a hand in terror; then awe washes over his features.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Zach walks down the sidewalk calmly, hands in his pockets; he sees the blinding light beside a house and stops, nodding and smiling. He approaches the house and knocks. A middle-aged man (Frank) opens the door.

Frank: Yes?

Zach: Hi. My name is Zach.

Frank: Can I help you?

Zach pulls out a Kn*fe and s*ab Frank through the heart. We pull back to reveal a stone angel to the left of the door - approximately where the blinding light had come from.

END ACT ONE

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY

Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed with a police radio in hand, listening. He looks painfully bored.

Woman's Voice (Police Radio): We've got a minor TA, involving a motorcycle and a, uh van, this is at the corner of 28th and Pine, 28th and Pine

As Sam enters, Dean sighs and looks back at the "Magic Fingers" controller.

Dean: Did you bring quarters?

Sam frowns at the controller.

Sam: Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit.

(tossing a sandwich at Dean)

You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.

Dean: What are you talking about? I eat. And I got news.

Sam: Me too.

Dean: All right, you go first.

Sam: Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library.

Dean: Where Carl Gully worked.

Sam: Yep.

Dean: Sick bastard.

Sam: So Gloria's angel —

Dean: Angel?

Sam: Okay. Whatever this thing is . . .

Dean: Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again.

Sam: What?

Dean: I was listening to the police radio before you got here; there was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, s*ab him in the heart.

Sam: And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?

Dean: Yep. Roma Downey made him do it.

(crossing the room to take a Post-it note off the mirror)

Now, I, uh . . . I got the victim's address.

EXT. VICTIM's HOUSE - DAY

Sam and Dean climb over the fence into the yard and sneak in through the window. Sam sits down at the computer as Dean searches the house.

Sam: Find anything?

Dean: Well, Frank liked his catalogue shopping, but that's about all I got.

Sam: Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't . . . . hold on.

(he presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph)

Not anymore. God.

Dean: What?

Sam: Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer.

(b*at)

This lady who's thirteen years old.

Dean: Oh, I don't want to hear this.

Sam: Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, Dean. Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet.

Dean: Great.

Sam: They were supposed to meet today.

Dean: Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna s*ab someone, good timing. I don't know, man, this is weird, you know? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like a,

Sam: Avenging angel?

(Dean turns away)

Well, how else do you explain it, Dean? Three guys, not connected to each other, all s*ab through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy —

Dean: (picking something up)

Hey.

Sam: What?

Dean: You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?

Sam: Yeah,

Dean: What was the name of his church?

Sam: Uh, Our Lady of the Angels?

Dean: Of course that'd be the name.

(he holds up a church flier)

Looks like Frank went to the Same church.

INT. OUR LADY OF THE ANGELS CHURCH - DAY

Dean and Sam walk through the sanctuary of the church, speaking to a friendly-looking priest (Father Reynolds).

Father Reynolds

So you're interested in joining the parish?

Dean: Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we h*t church every Sunday.

Fr. Reynolds: Where'd you say you lived before?

Sam: Uh,

Dean: Fremont, Texas.

Sam: Yeah.

Fr. Reynolds: Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there.

Dean: Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley.

Fr. Reynolds: Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy.

Dean: Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?

Sam: You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father.

Fr. Reynolds: And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here.

Dean: Hey, listen, I gotta ask — no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?

Fr. Reynolds: Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime you work your butt off.

Dean: Huh. Yeah, we heard about the m*rder.

Fr. Reynolds: Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years.

Sam: And the K*llers said that an angel made them do that?

Fr. Reynolds: Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to m*rder. It's tragic.

Dean: So you don't believe in those angel yarns?

Fr. Reynolds: Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description.

Sam: (nodding to a painting on the wall)

Father, that's Michael, right?

Fr. Reynolds: That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons, holy force against evil.

Sam: So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?

Fr. Reynolds: Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful; but yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors.

"An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified."

(Sam nods, Dean looks confused)

Luke. Two nine.

EXT. CHURCH - DAY

Sam: Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father.

Fr. Reynolds: Oh, it's my pleasure. Hope to see you again.

Dean: (seeing a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps)

Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?

Fr. Reynolds: Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here.

Dean: Was?

Fr. Reynolds: He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt.

Dean: When did this happen?

Fr. Reynolds: Two months ago. He was sh*t for his car keys.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Fr. Reynolds: Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out.

Sam: For what?

Fr. Reynolds: For deliverance, from the v*olence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose.

Dean: Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again.

Fr. Reynolds goes back inside; Dean and Sam investigate the shrine.

Dean: Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there.

(Sam shifts uncomfortably)

And he knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew.

Sam: Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?

Dean: Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?

Sam: What do you mean?

Dean: Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr. 700 Club? No, seriously. From the get-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?

Sam: I do.

Dean: What?

Sam: I do pray every day. I have for a long time.

Dean: (startled)

The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave.

INT. CHURCH CRYPT - EVENING

The crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. They wander through slowly, Dean a little ahead of Sam. As Dean goes into another room, Sam stops, looking back at one of the angels. He frowns as it, and then the entire room, begin to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confusion washing away to a look of awe.

END ACT TWO

INT. CHURCH - EVENING

Dean hurries back into the room.

Dean: Sam, come on, get the lead out.

He sees Sam in a d*ad faint on the floor, and rushes over.

Dean: Sammy? Sammy! Hey!

Sam jerks awake, groaning.

Dean: You okay?

Sam: (staring at the stone angel, stunned)

Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay.

Dean: Come on.

He hauls Sam to his feet and guides him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arm, and shuts the door behind them.

Dean: You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah. Dean, I saw an angel.

Dean: You...

(Sam sits as Dean pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him.)

All right. Here.

Sam: I don't want a drink.

Dean: (shrugs, takes a swig)

So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?

Sam: It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace.

Dean: Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glowsticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?

Sam: Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was.

Dean: It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds.

(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?

Sam: Yeah, actually.

Dean: Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?

Sam: Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will.

Dean: (stands and starts pacing)

Oh, this is, this is . . . I don't believe this.

Sam: Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!

Dean: You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now.

Sam: You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility —

Dean: What, that this is an angel?

Sam: Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!

Dean: 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.

(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.

Sam: You never told me that.

Dean: 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 v*olence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?

(b*at)

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

INT. CRYPT - EVENING

Father Gregory's tombstone is covered in creeping vines; Dean and Sam crouch before it.

Sam: That looks like—

Dean: It's wormwood. Plant associated with the d*ad; specifically the ones that are not at rest. I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the m*rder priest's marker. It's him, Sam.

Sam: Maybe.

Dean: Maybe?

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

Dean: Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof.

Sam: How?

Dean: We'll summon Gregory's spirit.

Sam: What? Here? In the church?

Dean: Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that séance ritual in Dad's journal.

Sam: Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available.

Dean: (deadpan)

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.

Sam: But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothing will happen.

Dean: Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam: we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you want to know for sure?

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Dean and Sam leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling.

Sam: Dude. 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?

Dean: We'll just put it Spongebob side down.

Sam laughs, then stops in shock, staring at something across the street: a young man holding a bunch of flowers; a bright white light glows behind him.

Sam: Dean, that's it.

Dean: What?

Sam: That's the sign!

Dean: Where?

Sam: Right there, right behind that guy! That's him, Dean. We have to stop him.

END ACT THREE

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The young man crosses the street; Sam starts to go after him but Dean stops him.

Dean: Wait a minute.

Sam: What are you doing? Let me go.

Dean: You're not going to go k*ll somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?

Sam: Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to k*ll him. I'm going to stop him.

Dean: Define "stop", huh? I mean, what are you going to do?

Sam: Dean, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it.

Dean: All right, come on.

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; Sam tries to get in the other side but the door is locked.

Sam: Dean. Unlock my door.

Dean: You're not k*lling anyone, Sam. I got this guy, you go do the séance.

Sam: Dean!

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 get in the car and drive off again.

INT. CHURCH CRYPT - NIGHT

Kneeling before Gregory's grave, Sam has the spell materials spread out: a circle of small white candles, a large black candle, the placemat (Spongebob side down), and the Journal. He lights the candles, picks up the Journal, and reads.

(transcriber's note: I have no confidence in the Latin here, any assistance is appreciated.)

Sam: Amate spiritus obscure

te quaerimus, te oramus

nobiscum colloquere

aput nos circita

(loose translation: the inquisiton, 10/31/08)

Beloved hidden spirit

We seek you, we beg you

Come speak with us

Join our circle

He sprinkles some herb on the black candle and it flares once, brightly.

Fr. Reynolds: (entering)

What are you doing? What is this?

Sam: Uh, Father, please. I can explain. Um . . . actually, maybe i can't. Um. This is a, a séance.

Fr. Reynolds: A séance? Young man, you are in the House of God.

Sam: It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any.

Fr. Reynolds: Enough. You're coming with me.

Sam: Father, please, you, just wait a second!

As Fr. Reynolds pulls Sam to the exit, a familiar bright glow builds behind them. They turn, Fr. Reynolds in awe, Sam in disappointment.

Fr. Reynolds: Oh my god! Is that, is that an angel?

Sam: No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory.

The bright glow dims and coalesces to reveal a young, handsome priest (Fr. Gregory).

Fr. Reynolds: Thomas?!

Fr. Gregory: I've come in answer to your prayers.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Dean continues to follow the supposedly evil young man.

INT. CHURCH CRYPT - NIGHT

Sam approaches the Gregory-spirit cautiously.

Fr. Gregory: Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry.

Sam: Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel.

Fr. Gregory: Of course I am.

Sam: No. You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest.

Fr. Gregory: I was a man. But now I'm an angel. I was on the steps of the church. And I felt that b*llet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And suddenly I could see . . .everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you.

Fr. Reynolds: Help me how?

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The supposedly evil young man turns down a dark alley and Dean temporarily loses sight of him. He slams the steering wheel in frustration.

Dean: Damn it!

INT. CHURCH CRYPT - NIGHT

Fr. Reynolds: Those m*rder — that was because of you?

Fr. Gregory: I received the Word of God. He spoke to me, told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will.

Fr. Reynolds: You're driving innocent people to k*ll.

Fr. Gregory: Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?

Fr. Reynolds: How can you call this redemption?

Fr. Gregory: You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things.

Sam: Those people. They're locked up.

Fr. Gregory: No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to heaven.

Fr. Reynolds: No. No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believe. You're lost, misguided.

Fr. Gregory: Father. No, I'm not misguided.

Fr. Reynolds: You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels.

Fr. Gregory: But . . . but I don't understand. You prayed for me to come.

Fr. Reynolds: I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will. "Thou shalt not k*ll". That's the word of God.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

The supposedly evil young man stops the car; the young woman holding the flowers looks confused, smiles nervously.

Young Woman: How come we stopped?

The supposedly evil young man smiles back more nervously, his eye twitching. He leans over suddenly and kisses her. She fends him off with a laugh.

Young Woman: Um, weren't we going to go to the movies? We should go, or we're going to be late.

Suddenly the supposedly evil young man hits her, hard, across the face. She yelps in shock.

 EVIL Young Man

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's just, I've never done this before.

She tries to get out of the car, but he's locked the door and she scrabbles uselessly at the handle.

EVIL Young Man

I said I was sorry!

Young Woman: Please!

(he pulls out a Kn*fe)

What?

He lunges at her with the Kn*fe; she tries to fight him off. They struggle for a few seconds.

EVIL Young Man

No. Stop it!

The window shatters behind his head; Dean reaches in, punches in, and slams his

face into the steering wheel. Dean unlocks the doors and the woman gets out; he tumbles over the hood to reach her, grabbing her shoulders frantically.

Dean: Are you okay? Are you okay?!

Young Woman: (crying)

Thank god!

Behind them, the evil young man has come to and started the car; he drives off.

Dean: Damn it! Are you sure you're okay? Do you have a cell phone?

(she nods, still sobbing)

Call 9-1-1!

Dean runs off and gets in his car to chase after the evil young man again.

INT. CHURCH CRYPT - NIGHT

Fr. Gregory is staring, bewildered, at his own headstone. He turns to face Reynolds and Sam.

Sam: Let us help you.

Fr. Gregory: No.

Fr. Reynolds: It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites.

Fr. Gregory nods in resignation; Fr. Reynolds lifts his hands in prayer.

Fr. Reynolds: Oh Holy Host, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God.

Reynolds gasps as Gregory flickers like a distorted image.

Fr. Gregory: Father Reynolds?

Fr. Reynolds: Rest.

Gregory kneels; Reynolds holds a hand over Gregory's forehead

Fr. Reynolds: I call upon the archangel Gabriel, Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the f*re of the Holy Spirit now descend; that this being might be awakened to the world beyond.

Fr. Gregory does the bright holy glow again, then vanishes. Reynolds lowers his hand in awe.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Chasing the evil young man at a more frantic rate now, Dean grips the steering wheel tightly. They 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 his windshield. It impales him straight through the chest. Dean stops the car in shock and gets out.

Dean: Holy . . .

END ACT FOUR

INT. Hotel ROOM - DAY

Dean: How was your day?

Sam: You were right. It wasn't an angel, it was Gregory.

Dean pulls the flask from his inner pocket, takes a drink, then, considering, offers it to Sam. Sam takes it.

Note: Over the following conversation, Bob Dylan's "Knocking on Heaven's Door" plays.

Sam: I don't know, Dean, I just . . .

(he sits on the bed)

I wanted to believe, so badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. All alone, you know? There's so much evil out there in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up,

Dean: (sitting on the bed beside him)

Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you.

Sam: 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 . . .

Dean: Maybe what?

Sam: Maybe I could be saved.

(nervous laugh)

But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgement, 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.

Dean: Yeah, well, it's funny you say that.

Sam: Why?

Dean: Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time.

Sam: What happened?

Dean: He's d*ad.

Sam: Did . . . you?

Dean: No. But I'll tell you one, thing. If . . .the way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I never would have believed it. I mean, I don't know what to call it.

Sam: What? Dean, what did you see?

Dean: Maybe . . . God's will.

END EPISODE

transcript by gelasius 04 February 2007
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