Supernatural: Faith
A/N: Hello once again and you won't believe just how hard it is to type with bandaids on two of your fingers. Also I wish winter would end already.
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CHAPTER TWO: A LEAP OF FAITH
After a very long drive, Dean, Liz, and Sam pulled up outside of a large white tent, where a group of people, who looked very sick, were making their way inside. Grunting, both Dean and Liz got out and they saw a sign saying "The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle."
Getting out, Sam went around the car to them and helped them out of the car. "I got ya." And Dean and Liz both grunted in pain.
"I got it," Dean grumbled and Sam let him go while holding onto Liz. "Man, you are a lying bastard," he complained. "Thought you said we were going to see a doctor."
"I believe I said a specialist," Sam retorted as Liz gave him a reproachful look. "Look, Dean, Liz, this guy's supposed to be the real deal," he explained.
"I can't believe you brought us here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent," Dean complained, just as an elderly woman passed by and overheard.
"Reverend LeGrange is a great man."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's nice." And they walked past an angry man who was arguing to a sheriff.
"I have a right to protest," David informed him angrily. "This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money."
"Sir, this is a place of worship," the sheriff said calmly. "Let's go. Move it." And they walked away.
"I take it he's not part of the flock," Dean remarked lightly while Liz weakly chuckled.
"But when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy," Sam pointed out.
Dean still wasn't keen on the whole thing. "I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?" he asked, skeptically.
"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean, Liz," Sam suggested.
"Sam, I do have faith, but even this seems a bit out there," Liz commented. "I mean…faith healers are a dime-a-dozen and none are real."
Dean agreed with the 'faith healer' part. "You know what I've got faith in?" he asked. "Reality. Knowing what's really going on."
"How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?" Sam asked, surprised.
"Exactly. We see them; we know they're real," Dean stated.
"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" Sam asked, exchanging a bewildered look with Liz.
Dean sighed. "Because I've seen what evil does to good people."
Just then, a young blonde woman, Layla Rourke, walked by and overheard them. "Maybe God works in mysterious ways," she suggested.
Dean was instantly attracted to her. "Maybe he does," he agreed and Layla smiled. "I think you just turned me around on the subject," he added and she laughed.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Layla agreed and Dean extended his hand.
"I'm Dean," he said brightly. This is Liz and that's Sam," he added as she shook his hand.
"Layla," Layla responded politely. "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" she inquired.
"Well, apparently my brother here believes enough for all of us," Dean joked, earning two eye rolls from said brother and Liz.
Layla's mother walked over to them. "Come on, Layla," she said. "It's about to start."
So, they said goodbye and left.
"Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways," Dean remarked, making Liz weakly chuckled while Sam smiled and they went into the tent.
A large group of people were sitting down, waiting for the service to begin; entering, Dean gestured to a security camera on the wall. "Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over."
Sam noted the camera and then grabbed both Dean and Liz by their arms when they tried to sit down in the back. "Come on."
"What are you doing? Let's sit here," Dean requested.
"We're sitting up front," Sam stated, dragging them both forward.
"What? Why?" Dean and Liz both asked, suddenly nervous.
Sam sighed. "Come on."
"Oh, come on, Sam," Dean protested, upset as he and Liz struggled in their brother's grip.
Ignoring their protests, Sam helped them both to the front of the room. "You both alright?" he asked.
"No, I want to leave," Liz snapped, trying to pull her arm free.
"This is ridiculous," Dean complained. "We're good, dude, get off us." And he pushed Sam away, who pointed to three empty seats behind Layla and her mother.
"Perfect."
Dean stared at Layla, his protests dying on his lips. "Yeah, perfect."
"You're hopeless," Liz grumbled.
"You both take the aisle," Sam said, moving in first and they sat down.
Meanwhile, Roy LeGrange, who was blind and wearing sunglasses got on the stage to start the service with the help of his wife, Sue Ann.
"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" he asked, placing his hands on the podium in front of him while his wife sat down in a nearby chair on the stage, and the crowd agreed with him. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act," he added, and the crowd agreed again.
While listening, Sam noticed a table filled with crosses and other religious items, and particular old cross that had another smaller cross on top with a circle around it caught his attention. 'Where have I seen that one before?'
"But, I say to you, God is watching," Roy continued. "God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt." And the crowd answered with lots of nodding, cheering, and murmuring. "Who does the healing here, friends?" he asked. "The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts." And the crowd murmured, fully agreeing.
"Yeah, or into their wallets," Dean said quietly to Liz, who failed in stifling a giggle, and Sam.
"You think so, young man?" Roy asked suddenly, turning his face toward Dean's location.
The church went silent, and Dean was embarrassed, as was Liz, who was now flushing.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears," Roy suggested and the crowd laughed, the tension fading away. "What's your name, son?" he asked. "And the name of the young lady next to you?" he added.
Dean hesitated a moment, exchanging a uncertain look with Liz. "Dean."
"And I'm L…I'm Elizabeth," Liz stammered. "I'm his…sister."
"Dean, Elizabeth," Roy said, gesturing toward the Winchester twins. "I want…I want you both to come up here with me."
Sue Ann got up and moved to the edge of the stage to welcome both Dean and Liz, who weren't leaving their seats. The crowd clapped and cheered, and Layla turned in her seat to smile at them while her mother was clearly upset.
"No, that's ok," Dean said quickly and Liz nodded, her face going power ranger red.
"What are you doing?" Sam hissed.
Roy smiled at their reluctance. "Both you and your sister have come here to be healed, haven't you?" he asked.
"Well, yeah, but-" Dean began as the crowd cheered some more. "No, maybe you should just pick someone else," he added lamely and the crowd clapped loudly.
"Oh, no, I didn't pick you and your sister, Dean, the Lord did," Roy informed them.
"That's right! Yeah! Come on!" the crowd shouted, clapping and cheering.
"Get up there!" Sam said excitedly.
Sighing in defeat, both Dean and Liz reluctantly went on the stage with the help of Sue Ann, both of them were looking very uncomfortable.
"You ready?" Roy asked, moving from the podium.
"Look, no disrespect, but we're not exactly believers," Dean whispered to him.
"You both will be, son," Roy said reassuringly. "You both will be. Pray with me, friends."
The crowd lifted their arms up and joined hands with each other, and Roy lifted up his hands for a moment and then placed them on Dean and Liz's shoulders; now the Winchesters were looking nervous. Roy then moved his hands to Dean and Liz's foreheads, and suddenly, their eyes started glazing over as a strange sensation spread over them.
"Alright, now," Roy said calmly. "Alright, now."
Now both Dean and Liz were looking very weak and dizzy; their eyes closed and they both slowly fell to their knees with Roy's hands still on their foreheads.
"Alright, now."
Moments later, the Winchester twins collapsed onto the floor, and the crowd cheered and clapped.
"Dean! Liz!" Sam shouted, worried as he rushed onto the stage and knelt down next to them; barely a second later, Dean and Liz both suddenly burst awake, gasping. "Say something," he pleaded.
Dazed and confused, both Liz and Dean looked around, tired, at the cheering crowd, and then up at Roy. Their eyes widened as they stared at an old, seemingly dead man standing on the stage next to Roy; he was dressed in a black suit and had white hair. He looked at Dean and Liz, and then vanished. The twins stared at the empty space, shocked. Who on Earth was that?!
One car trip later, Sam was now pacing a treatment room at a local doctor's office, and turned to look at both Dean and Liz, who were sitting on the examination table. "So, you both really feel okay?" he asked once again.
"We feel fine, Sam," Dean answered for what felt like the hundredth time; so far it looked like both he and Liz were fully healed, but the experience had left them both shaken and uncertain.
A few minutes later, a doctor came in the room, looking over some paperwork. "Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your hearts," she reported. "No sign there ever was." Both Dean and Liz were curious while Sam was very happy. "Not that a man, or even a woman, your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen," she added.
Dean and Liz exchanged a curious look. "What do you mean, strange?"
"Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you two, twenty-seven, athletic," the lady doctor answered. "Out of nowhere, heart attack." And this left both Dean and Liz very concerned.
"Thanks, Doc," Dean said.
The doctor nodded. "Oh, no problem." And she left.
"That's odd," Dean remarked.
Liz nodded. "Yeah, really odd."
"Maybe it's a coincidence," Sam suggested. "People's hearts give out all the time, man."
Dean shook his head, concerned. "No, they don't."
"Not suddenly," Liz added.
"Look, Dean, Liz, do we really have to look this one in the mouth?" Sam asked. "Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?"
"Because we can't shake this feeling, that's why," Dean answered.
"I'm with Dean," Liz agreed as they both stood up and pulled on their jackets. "There's something just off about all of this."
"What feeling?" Sam asked, confused.
"When we were healed, we just…felt wrong," Dean answered while Liz nodded. "We felt cold. And for a second, we saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit," he added.
"But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too," Sam pointed out. "I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately."
"Well, excuse me, psychic wonder," Dean retorted. "But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this."
"Same here," Liz agreed. "We saw a spirit of some kind, Sam, and I'm certain that when someone's being healed, they shouldn't go cold and weak, but warm and strong…and that didn't happen."
"Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?" Sam asked reluctantly.
"I want you to go check out the heart attack guy," Dean answered. "We're gonna visit the reverend."
It wasn't long before both Dean and Liz were seated across from both Roy and Sue Ann inside their home, which wasn't that far from the white tent.
"We feel great," Dean told them as Sue Ann brought in four cups of tea. "Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened."
"It's quite an overwhelming experience," Liz added.
"A miracle is what happened," Sue Ann told them, smiling. "Well, miracles come so often around Roy," she added, sitting down next to her husband on the couch once everyone had their tea.
"When did they start?" Dean asked Roy. "The miracles."
"Woke up one morning, stone blind," Roy answered. "Doctors figured out I had cancer. Told me I had maybe a month. So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. Now, I was weak, but I told Sue Ann, "You just keep right on praying." I went into a coma. Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did. And the cancer was gone," he added, taking off his sunglasses. "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it." And he chuckled, bemused.
Dean and Liz exchanged a look since it was obvious that Roy was indeed blind. "And suddenly you could heal people."
Roy nodded. "I discovered it afterward, yes," he confirmed. "God's blessed me in many ways."
"And his flock just swelled overnight," Sue Ann added, smiling still. "And this is just the beginning."
"Can I ask you one last question?" Dean requested.
Roy nodded again. "Of course you can."
"Why? Why us?" Dean asked. "Out of all the sick people, why save us?"
"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me," Roy answered as they all stood up. "I looked into your hearts, and you both just stood out from all the rest."
Dean and Liz exchanged a confused look. He saw into their hearts?
"What did you see in our hearts?" Liz asked.
"Two young people with an important purpose," Roy answered. "A job to do. And it isn't finished."
Now both Dean and Liz were very surprised and very confused. What job did they have to do beside hunting and looking after Sam?
A/N: Who was that strange old man? If you know, send me PM and I'll let you know if you're right. R&R everyone!