Supernatural: Faith

A/N: Happy Valentine's day! Wow, I never thought that I would ever write that in the author's note of one of my fanfics; just to update you guys, I'm now posting once a week instead of every two weeks, and if it doesn't work out, then I'll go back to every two weeks again.

Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.


CHAPTER ONE: A SHOCKING FIGHT

Driving up to a house that'd seen better days, the Winchesters parked the car and got out; moving quickly, they opened the trunk and Dean took out three tasers.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked as he and Liz were handed a taser each while grabbing a couple of flashlights.

"A hundred thousand volts," Dean answered.

Sam and Liz both winced. "Damn."

"Yeah, I want this Raw-head extra frickin' crispy," Dean declared, a determined expression on his face. "And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count."


Armed with the tasers and flashlights, the Winchesters entered the house and headed downstairs into the basement cautiously, looking everywhere that they could, when they heard a noise; reaching the floor, they turned and saw an old closed cupboard. Exchanging a look, they moved toward it.

"On three," Dean said quietly. "One. Two. Three."

They opened the cupboard and found two scared young children, one boy and one girl, covering their ears.

"Is it still here?" Sam asked and the children nodded.

"Ok. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here," Dean told the boy, relieved that the children were all right. "Let's go, let's go." Sam and Liz took both the children and they moved toward the stairs. "Alright, go!" They started to go upstairs, but a hand grabbed Sam's legs and knocked him back down, causing him to crash into Liz, sending her too the floor. "Sam! Liz!" he moved to the other side of the staircase and fired the taser but didn't hit the monster. "Sam, get 'em outta here!" he shouted as Liz struggled to her feet, gripping her own taser tightly.

"You take this!" Sam responded, throwing Dean his taser and went back upstairs with the children.

Working together, Dean and Liz both looked around the basement for the monster.

"Come on."

They pointed their flashlights in a corner of the room and spotted a creature resembling a werewolf; it charged and pushed them into a corner, sending the tasers flying, and they both fell in a puddle of water. They saw the creature coming toward them; Dean and Liz both quickly crawled over, grabbed the tasers, and fired them, electrocuting the monster, which was also standing in the puddle. The shock traveled through the puddle and electrocuted them both, causing them to cry out in pain. The creature fell to the ground, dead, while both Dean and Liz shook and twitched until they both fell unconscious.


After making sure that the kids were safe, Sam ran back down the stairs and saw both Dean and Liz in the corner.

"Dean! Liz!" He ran over to them and shook them. "Dean, Liz, hey. Hey." He tried to wake his twin siblings, but they both remained unconscious.


A few hours later, Sam was at the front desk of the local hospital, and was talking with a receptionist, who was typing information into the computer system.

"Sir, I'm so sorry to ask," she said politely. "There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file."

Sam started and nodded. "Right. Uh, ok." He took a card out of his wallet and handed it to her.

"Okay, Mr. Burkovitz," the receptionist said, having read the name on the card.

Nodding, Sam then walked over to two police officers, waiting nearby to finish taking his statement about what'd happen at the house.

"Look, we can finish this up later," the police officer told him.

"No, no, it's okay," Sam assured him, trying to focus on the present topic. "We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming. We drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in."

"And you found the kids in the basement?" the police officer asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, thank God you did," the police officer stated with obvious relief; this was one case he was glad to finally close.

Sam gave him a weak smile when he noticed a doctor walking toward them, realizing that he might finally know how Dean and Liz were doing. "Excuse me."

The police officers both nodded. "Sure. Thanks for your help."

Taking a deep breath, Sam walked over to the doctor. "Hey, Doc. Are they-?" he began.

"They're resting," the doctor said, interrupting.

"And?" Sam asked.

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack in them both," the doctor answered grimly. "Pretty massive, I'm afraid. Their hearts…they're damaged."

Sam was stunned. "How damaged?"

"We've done all we can," the doctor told him regretfully. "We can try and keep them comfortable at this point. But, I'd give them both a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."

"No, no," Sam protested, shaking his head. "There's…there's gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment."

The doctor sighed and shook his head, hating to be the bearer of bad news. "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."

Sam nodded and, with tears in his eyes, walked away. 'God, please don't let them die…I can't live without either of them.'


Lying in twin beds and wired up, both Dean, who was armed with the remote and flipping through the channels, and Liz were watching TV, and both of them were looking very sick; they were pale and had dark circles under their eyes.

"Just choose a channel please, Dean," Liz grumbled when Sam came in and stood by their beds. "Hey, Sam."

"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV?" Dean asked weakly, ignoring Liz's request. "It's terrible."

Sam sighed, realizing that Dean was doing his best to brighten the mood, and failing horribly. "I talked to your doctor." And Liz sighed.

"We know, Sam, he told us, too."

"That fabric softener teddy bear," Dean grumbled, ignoring the topic. "Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."

Sam and Liz both gave him an exasperated look. "Dean."

Dean glanced at Liz, noted her look, and then looked up at Sam. "Yeah," he sighed and turned the TV off. "Alright, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without us," he stated wearily.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, hurt by how final Dean was sounding. "I'm not gonna leave either of you here," he declared.

"Hey, you better take care of that car," Dean said, ignoring what Sam was saying. "Or, I swear, we'll haunt your ass," he added and Liz rolled her eyes.

"I can't believe this, we're stuck in the hospital and you're still cracking lame jokes," she grumbled.

"I don't think that's funny," Sam protested, nearly crying.

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny," Dean said, even though his tone said otherwise, and they all were silent for a few seconds. "Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig," he admitted. "We drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

"Don't talk like that, alright?" Sam pleaded. "We still have options."

"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation," Dean said sarcastically, and then winced when Liz managed to hit his arm. "And I know it's not easy. But we're gonna die. And you can't stop it."

Sam was thinking otherwise, and the expression on his face made it clear that he wasn't giving up. "Watch me." And he then left the room, resulting in Dean and Liz exchanging a worried look.

"Why don't I like the sound of that?" Liz wondered, frowning.

"Yeah, and that look screams trouble, too," Dean agreed, sighing. 'Sammy, we love you, but don't do anything stupid…please.'


Three days later…

Sam was sitting on the bed of the motel room that he'd checked into after the incident, surrounded by research about heart care, and was now trying to call his father.

`"This is John Winchester,"` said their father's voice. `"I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-32353, or my daughter Elizabeth at 866-407-3425. They can help."` And the beep sounded.

"Hey, Dad. It's Sam," he said, doing his best to hold back the tears. "Uh…you probably won't even get this, but, uh…It's Dean and Liz. They're sick, and uh…the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um…but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause, uh…I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get them better. Alright…just wanted you to know."

He then hung up and tossed his phone on the bed, sighing; feeling defeated, he began to tear up when there was a knock on the door. Surprised, he got up and opened it to find both Dean and Liz standing there, looking even worse in their t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, and boots, and both were looking like they were going to collapse any second.

"What the hell are you both doing here?" Sam asked, surprised.

"We checked ourselves out," Dean answered wearily.

"Dean checked us out," Liz cut in, glaring at her twin. "I told him no but he dragged me out by the scruff of my neck."

Sam could easily believe that. "What, are you crazy?" he asked Dean, shocked at the level of stupidity.

"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot," Dean declared, "and I'm not letting you die in there either, Liz," he added, shoving her inside before following after her, limping.

Shaking his head with disbelief, Sam laughed and shut the door as Liz managed to shove Dean back, making him almost fall over.

"You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it," he remarked, bemused and worried.

"Yeah, whatever, dude," Dean grumbled, eying Sam. "Have you even slept? You look worse than us," he added and Liz couldn't help but agree once she also took a closer look at their little brother.

Sighing, Sam helped them both over to a pair of chairs. "I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days," he explained. "Calling every contact in Dad's journal."

"For what?" Dean asked as both he and Liz sat down on the chairs, relieved with the solid contact.

"For a way to help you both," Sam answered, sitting across from them on a bed. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."

Both Dean and Liz stared at him with sheer disbelief. "You're not gonna let us die in peace, are you?"

"I'm not gonna let you die, period," Sam stated, his mind made up. "We're going."


A/N: I admit it, I had a hard time writing the beginning of this chapter since I was a touch reluctant to hurt Liz, but my muses insisted and I wrote it anyways. "groans" Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. R&R everyone!