Thunder rolls after a lightning strike. Rain pelts the stain glass of the cathedral. Father Dean Winchester was working late. When he’s finally ready to leave, he gathers his things and leaves his office, locking up for the evening. He lets out a sigh as another flash of lighting illuminated the windows, thunder follows. This would be some storm to drive home in.

As he walks to the main doors, he notices a figure sitting in one of the pews. He recognizes them from his congregation.