When you believe

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I was getting out of the car, it was cold outside. We had went to that morning session, well, once again it hadn't been me.

The Sixth time. I keep saying in my head. Some people would go there for one day and get chosen… I started to wonder if the problem was me, If I really diverse this. Disserved to be cured.

People were arriving, going in, crying on the corner, and that man was still there, on the middle of the parking lot, yelling, spreading the word that that Roy was a bust a fake healer. I liked to believe he wasn't.

My mum went to look up Mrs. LeGrange. I stood there, waiting for her, I didn't say anything, but I was scared of going inside and not getting chosen again… So I waited. Has I was looking around, a black car came into the parking lot, looked away, looking for my mum. I saw her coming from the corner, I prayed I little to myself.

My mum made me a sign to walk in, I started to walk, her tow deep voices talking, from the tow man in front of me.

"You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on. " One of the man said.

"How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?"

What kind of things?

"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real."

"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?"

"Because I've seen what evil does to good people."

I stepped in the front, standing there, I smiled.

Two good looking men. One was taller and more tanned than the other, had darker green eyes and his hair was also darker and longer. The other man, was the last that had spoken, light brown hair, naturally undone, light green eyes and a slight golden tanne, his lips were attractive and he looked sick, he looked fragil. They were both tall and handsome, also musculated.

"Maybe God works on mitirious ways." I said, looking at them.

"Maybe he does." Said the one with light hair. He smirked.

I smiled.

"Yeah, I am sure." I kind of laughed.

He extended his hand.

"I'm Dean. This is Sam."

"Layla."

"So, if you are not a believer, then why are you here?" I asked, maybe I shouldn't have.

"Well, apparently my brother here believes enough for both of us." Said Dean.

Dean, seemed like he didn't want be there. I wondered why would someone even if they were not a believer do not want to be saved.

"Come on, Layla. It's about to start." My mum. She rested her hand I my shoulder pushing me into the tent.

I soot. People were entiring, I heard Dean and Sam voices behind me, they soot, right there.

The reverend started to talk.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?"

The people agree with him. He keeps going.

"Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act. But, I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt."

The people answer, some nodding, cheering, and murmuring.

"Who does the healing here, friends? The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts."

I, and probably most of the people in there herd:

"Yeah, or into our wallets!" It seemed like Dean's voice.

That made me a little sad.

"You think so, young man?" Said Roy.

"Sorry." He seemed embarrassed.

"No, No. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears.

The people laughed and I kind of smiled, I looked at my mum, she didn't.

"What's your name son?"

"Dean."

"Dean, I want-I want you to come up here up here with me."

"It's okay…"

"What are you doing?" Sam.

"Well, you came here, to be healed. Didn't you?" Roy asked.

I wanted him to get healed, at the same time, I was getting tired of believing, tired of hopping it would be me. For so many times, we had talked to Roy, to Sue Ann. They will always say, The Lord is the ones who picks, try to pay more. Layla's turn will come. And now he didn't even wanted to go up there…

"Well yeah, but…"

"Oh no, I didn't pick you. The Lord did."

The people cheered yelling things like That's right!, Come on!, Yeah!.

I was close enough to them to hear Sam saying:

"Get up there!"

Dean walks to the stage, he seemed hurt, and like I said fragile. He also looked uncomfortable.

"You ready?" Said Roy, probably when he listened Dean's steps.

"Look, no disrespect. But I am not exactly a believer."

"You will be, son. You will be. Pray with me, friends"

Everybody lifted their hand, my mom was obviously reluctant. Roy places is hand in Dean's shoulder, slowly Roy moves his hand to Dean's forehead, for some reason I was nervous, I always were when it got to this part but now I was more. Suddenly Dean's eyes glaze over.

"Alright, now. Alright, now."

I was watching Dean's face. He was starting to look dizzy and very weak. He closed his eyes and fell on his knees.

"Alright, now. Alright, now." Roy kept going.

Dean falls down. The people cheered, raised their hands, like they were thanking.

"Dean!" Sam screams for his brother, running towards the stage, going up and shaking Dean's head. "Say something!"

Dean opened his eyes. He was gasping for air.

Dean rested his hand on Sam shoulders and got up on his feet. He didn't look so weak anymore, he was better, I could see it.

"Hey." Said Sam.

"I'm-I'm fine." Answer Dean, still kind of disorientated.

Dean glanced at me, I wanted to smile but for some reason I didn't. Then he looked at his brother, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. I got a weird feeling from the expression he was making while he looked at his brother. I noticed his clothe, Dean was wearing a black jacket, under a hoody, dark one, and underneath that a black sweater, where the hoody leaned forward, dark jeans and dark boots.

My mom holds my harm, and I followed her. When we got outside she looked around, she wanted to talk to Sue, I knew that. And I also knew that after the second setion from the day, Roy doesn't talk to anyone, and so did she… We had to part, today, or my mom would have to talk with aunt Mary to solve some stuff. She didn't want to but did, at the same time, and so did I.

Of course, Sue had disappeared and I looked around watching the people, sick looking, sad and depressed walking home, into their cars to ride trough another lonely road, until they got to a bed where they could lay down.

"Mom, let's go."

"Wait I saw her… I-I.."

"Come on mom."

I took her with me.

"I'll drive." I said, my mom got into the car very quickly. I walk more slowly, looking around, and I cached Dean and Sam getting into a black old vintage car, parked in the other side of the park.