~*****~

With my hands pressed firmly against Dean's chest, I gave him a sinful smirk as I settled to a stop atop his lap, my hair sweaty and hot as I stretched upwards. "Come on, Baby, I'm almost there," Dean basically begged as his hips tried pushing upwards. "Just a little more."

I giggled and leaned towards him, pressing my breasts against his chest and started running my fingers along the contours of his face. "Now, Dean- being a glutton never helped anyone~" I teased.

He gripped my hips tightly and rolled my over with a grin. "You asked for it, gorgeous!" Dean growled out huskily before thrusting frantically. My lips separated with a series of groans.

Dean and I blew out a satisfied breathe as we collapsed back onto the vibrating bed, dreamy smirks slipping onto our faces as music blared from his phone. "Is it always this amazing?" I gasp softly as I stretch out happily.

"Damn straight, baby," Dean hummed as he quickly looped his arm around my waist. "We should use the vibration setting more often."

My phone pinged softly and I gazed at the screen. "As much as I want another round, Sam's on the way back. Come on, pants-" I chuckle lightly as I slip off the bed with that delicious sore feeling throbbing at my thighs.

"Let a man catch his breathe," He chuckled as I tossed his jeans at him. He redresses and plugs in his ear phones when I pull out my laptop and start pulling up the research Sam had found and began reading. With the bed going full blast, I smiled to myself at the relaxed expression on Dean's face.

After another few minutes, Sam stepped in. "Hey," He breathed softly. He gazes at Dean after I wave and furrows his eyebrows. Approaching his brother, Sam smacks his foot. "Hey!"

"Hey, man," Dean chuckled without getting up. "You gotta try this. I mean, there really is magic in the magic fingers."

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much." Sam mentioned. "It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"What am I supposed to do? You got me on lock down here, and you come back way to quick for Lottie and I to have sex all day!" Dean complained.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the 11:00 news, not us," I retorted. "We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Sam shrugged him off before going into the bathroom. The bed finally stopped. "Ah, Dammit. That was my last quarter! Hey! Either of you got any quarters?"

"No!" The two of us droned.

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

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnik." Sam stated loud enough for me to hear. "And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

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

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, 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." Dean hummed as I approached the duo.

I swatted him on the ass and gave him a scolding glare. "What about the guy she stabbed?" I asked softly.

"Carl Gulley. Said she killed him 'cause he was evil." Sam explained.

"Was he?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. I couldn't find any dirt on him. He didn't have any criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends, was a church goer." Sam continued.

Dean hummed. "So Gloria's just your standard issue wacko?" Dean asks. "I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Dean smirks.

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to." Sam retorted. "Little bit odd, don't you think?"

"Odd, yeah-- Supernatural, maybe. But angels-- I don't think so." Dean mentioned.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Sam, there's no such thing." I chuckle.

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

"There's a ton of lore on unicorns, too." Dean defended me. "In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass."

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Sam asks in mock disappointment.

I snort softly. "That's cute," Dean shot back. "We're just saying, man, there's some legends that you just file under Bull Crap."

"And you two got angels on the Bull Crap list?" Sam asks.

I hummed in response.

"Why?"

"Because we've never seen one," Dean hummed.

"So what?" Sam scoffs.

"We believe in what we can see." Dean explained.

"Dean- you, Lottie, and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about." Sam defended himself.

"Exactly. With our own eyes-- that's hard proof, okay?" Dean snapped. "But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that we would have crossed paths with them or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a demon or a spirit. They find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms."

Sam nodded after Dean's rant. "Maybe."

"Can we just-- I'm going stir-crazy, man." Dean breathed out. "Let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

Sam scoffed out a sigh. "I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF."

"You didn't see any fluffy, white wing feathers?" I inquire impishly.

Sam breathed through his nose in agitation. "Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign right beside Carl Gulley's doorway."

"Could be something at his house. It's worth checking out." Dean said hopefully.

"I'll start to car," I huff as I start towards the door. "I call front seat."

"No, Lottie--" Sam protested as he raced after me.

~*****~

Pulling outside of Gulley's house, I could feel the relief washing over Dean as he was allowed to stretch his legs. "Hey, Sam," Dean hummed softly as he strode around the Impala. "Think I found it." He gestured to the angel on the porch. "It's a sign from up above." He hovered over the porch slowly and turned back to us. "I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Years, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God."

"I'm laughing on the inside," Sam mentioned.

I tapped on his arm and started towards the gates. "Lookie, lookie-" I hummed as I gazed down at a set of locked cellar doors. "The guy was guilty to his deepest foundations. You think she literally meant the foundation?" I inquire cutely.

Sam shrugged before picking the lock, and swinging the doors open. Dean lead us into the cellar. Food lined the shelves, and a sick feeling started swelling within my belly. "Hey," We hear Sam say.

"You got something?" Dean asks as we crowd around him. He started messing with the wall. "What's that?"

"Oh my god," I gasped and pressed my hand against my mouth. "It's a fingernail!"

Dean sighed out in disappointment before he turned and grabbed the shovels and handed one to Sam. The two started digging while I held the flashlight over the ground. After a a large pile of dirt taken out, a corpse lay within. "So much for the innocent Church-going Librarian." Sam mentioned.

"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about-- I'll give you that." Dean mentioned as I stooped down to the corpse, and gently brushed my fingers against the skull. Images flooded through my head as I tap into this poor woman's memories. The last feeling she ever felt was satisfaction-- Satisfaction that the sick bastard would never hurt her again.

"Can we bury her somewhere nicer?" I ask softly as I turn my gaze up to the brothers.

Dean gave me a gentle smile before nodding slowly, and stooping down to help me. Sam went out to the Impala for the burlap wrap.

~*****~

After burying the poor woman, we went back to the motel room to listen to the police scanner. Just coming out of the bathroom, I hear the scanner crackling to life. "We got a minor T-A involving a motorcycle, and a van just at the corner of 28 and thyme. 28 and Thyme."

"Nothing yet?" I ask as I take a seat besides Dean.

He nods his head, and just as he tries to speak, Sam steps into the motel room. "Did you bring quarters?" Dean asks his brother instead of answering me.

Sam narrows his eyes, gazes at the vibration machine, and scoffs. "Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies."

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

"Me too." Sam hums.

"All right, you go first," Dean says quickly while prying open his food.

"Three students have disappeared off the collage campus this year. All of them were last seen at the library." Sam explained.

"Where Carl Gulley worked," I mention through a mouthful of food. "Sick bastard." I murmur after Sam agrees.

"So, Gloria's angel--"

Dean cuts off Sam. "Angel?"

"Okay, whatever this thing is--"

"Okay, well, whatever it is, it struck again." Dean quips.

"What?"

"I was listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, Zach Smith, some local drunk. He went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart." Dean explains.

"Guessing he went and confessed to the police?" I asked.

"Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Dean states. "Now, I, uh-- Got the victim's address." Dean teases as he holds up the sticky note I had just noticed on the mirror.

"Since when--"

"When you were taking your bath, sweetheart," Dean hums and kisses my temple before going for his keys. I turn my gaze on Sam and shrug.