She had no idea what had given her the idea to walk to the church. None at all, perhaps it was partly the fact that traps and salt didn't bind her. Perhaps it was that she wasn't the same anymore. She wasn't the monster that had helped destroy the lives of the people she now called friends. Or perhaps it had been Lucifer. Talking to him, realising how very wrong she had been in her faith. So she supposed she wondered what would happen if she looked to his father. His, Castiels. She wondered how pissed Cas would be if he knew she'd come to a church. But she wasn't being blasphemous unless her presence was enough. She just wanted to talk to him about Sam, about Sam getting through this, about her friends getting to live through this and about her making amends.
She had stayed in the entrance for a little while. Looking up at the place, her eyes black in spite of herself. She forced them back and stepped inside finding herself suprised to hear the end of a prayer and unable to feel anything other than intrusive. More so when she realised who it was that was doing the praying. If this was some god sent coincidance then he was a jerk. She had no right to be overhearing this.
"How do you know if he hears you?" she asked curiously, stepping through the church, trying not to think about the last time she'd been in one. She'd been trying to emulate Azazel. Make him proud, and so many had died. Just because she'd been bored that day. Did God know about that. The Angels? Did Cas? "I shouldn't even be here, but I was passing and I remembered this is where you were when... it was familiar y'know, so I just went ahead and thought maybe. If I can walk through a trap maybe I wouldn't get smited by coming in here, I mean I'll go if it bothers you."
Always the rambling. But then she hadn't expected to see Jo.