"Aw, don't be ridiculous, Sammy."

Dean scoffs for about the thirtieth time that day. The three of you had stopped for dinner at a diner in Rhode Island where you had tracked down an…interesting case. According to the police, the murderers were killing because an angel had told them to. Dean thought it was dumb. Angels weren't a thing. His dad had never mentioned anything like that to him, so what was there to believe in?

"I'm not being ridiculous."

Sam pouts, crossing his arms.

"I'm just saying it really could be an angel. We don't know."

Dean rolls his green eyes.

"It ain't no freakin' angel. Angels aren't real."

Dean glances at you, winking.

"Except the one in front of me."