"That's him."
Dean looked at the kind photo of Father Peters on the tablet, but there wasn't a trace of warmth in his eyes.
Naturally, they couldn't tell the priest the truth—that they were going to fight an angel.
That would be no different from a fairy tale. Father Peters would likely think they were insane, or would rather be martyred than take part in such a "blasphemous" undertaking.
The next morning, Sam and Dean, dressed somewhat formally, visited the small church where Father Peters served under the identities of "special agents of the FBI."
Both wore grave expressions and spoke in solemn tones.
"Father Peters, we need your help." Sam looked earnest, his voice carrying just the right amount of urgency. "We're investigating an extremely evil cult. They recently carried out a bloody sacrifice at Kaiser Cliff."
He showed several altered crime scene photographs that had been made to look even more horrifying.
The moment Father Peters saw the pictures, he made the sign of the cross over his chest. Grief and sorrow filled his face. "Heavenly Father, have mercy. These poor lambs... these demons!"
Dean picked up the thread, his tone heavy. "Father, we believe they're trying to summon some more powerful dark entity. One of our experts was unfortunately trapped in another dimension by their evil ritual while tracking them."
"To get him out, we need to conduct a powerful prayer ritual at the original ritual site on Kaiser Cliff at a specific time, using the power of pure faith to break through evil's restraints."
Sam added, his gaze sincere, "We've tried, but our faith isn't strong enough."
"We need someone like you—someone truly favored by the Lord, someone with unwavering faith—to lead this prayer. Not only will it save our man, it's also the key to