"Cas?" Dean said.
"You called," Castiel said, "You said it was important?"
Shayla stared at Castiel in disbelief, as Dean said, "You're alive."
"You sound surprised," Castiel said.
"We had a difference of opinion on your well being," Dean said.
"I don't understand," Castiel said.
"Shayla had a misconception that you were…dead," Dean said.
Castiel looked at Shayla and reassured, "I'm fine."
Shayla still stared at him. Dean guided Castiel towards her and said, "You heard him, he's fine."
Shayla reached out and touched his arm, as if unsure he was real.
"I don't understand why you…." Castiel started, cut off when Shayla threw her arms around him, catching him off guard.
Castiel shifted his eyes to Dean, question in his face. Dean motioned for Castiel to reciprocate the hug. Castiel was hesitant as he put his arms around her.
Shayla let go, Castiel taking the cue to do the same. "I'm sorry," Shayla said, "I thought you were dead."
"Why?" Castiel said.
"Because I saw…." Shayla trailed off, realizing she had been mistaken.
"She thought she saw someone kill you," Dean said.
"Let's be honest, she thought it was me," Sam said.
Shayla looked at Sam, who questioningly raised his eyebrows at her. "Well, there he stands," Sam said, "Safe and sound."
Looking at Shayla, Castiel said, "You're hurt." He raised two fingers to her forehead and sent a force of energy through her, a shock that caused her to stumble a few feet backward.
"Easy," Dean said, catching her arm. He could see her injuries had completely disappeared.
Shayla looked at her arms and felt her neck and face and knew she was healed. She looked at Castiel in amazement and said, "Did you do heal me?"
"Yes," Castiel said.
"You can do that?" Shayla said. She looked at Dean, "Did you know he could do that?"
"Yeah," Dean said.
Focusing back on Castiel she said, "Thank you."
"Of course," Castiel nodded.
Shayla looked at Sam and said, "Sam, I don't know what to say. I know what I saw, at least I thought I did."
"I think what you saw, may have been what someone else wanted you to see," Bobby said.
"Meaning?" Dean said.
"Shayla, you saw something alright," Bobby started, "Except something made you believe it was Sam and Cas."
"How is that possible?" Shayla said.
"A hope to control another's thoughts, is a very real threat," Castiel said.
"Mind control," Dean said.
"How would someone do that to me?" Shayla said.
"There could be a lot of ways," Sam said, "But I don't think it was a mind game, you had physical bruises."
Shayla looked at her brother and said, "Sam, I'm so sorry."
"At least you're not scared of me anymore," Sam said, walking past her.
"Dude, she apologized," Dean said.
"I know, I heard her," Sam said.
"I believe, it's customary to accept one's apology," Castiel said.
Sam stopped in his tracks and sighed, before he said, "You, were not here earlier." Sam opened the front door.
"Sam…" Shayla called.
Ignoring her, Sam walked outside, shutting the door hard behind him.
"You can't really blame him, we were pretty hard on him," Dean said.
"Give him some time he'll cool off," Bobby said.
"Right, in the meantime I say we check out that parking lot," Dean said.
"Wow, I'm never going to get used to that," Shayla said, as she and Dean arrived in the parking lot, courtesy of Castiel.
"Cas, we've talked about warning people before you do that," Dean said.
"I was trying to save time" Castiel said.
"Shayla, is this where it happened?" Dean said.
"Yes," Shayla said. Pointing to the back fence of the lot, she continued, "I heard raised voices and I saw Sam and Cas fighting . They were right there."
"More likely, someone wanted you to believe it was Sam and me," Castiel said.
"How would somebody do that?" Shayla said, "And why?"
Dean looked across the road, observing the row of stores as he said, "Did you got into any of those places over there?"
"I went into the clothing store, picked up a few grocery items and a prescription at the drug store," Shayla said.
"Why are you sick?" Dean said.
"No, it's just something I needed," Shayla said, "I'm fine."
"Did you take any of it?" Dean said
"Yes, I took one as soon as I got in my car," Shayla said.
"I thought you said you didn't get in the car before you saw the fight," Dean said.
"I didn't think I had, but now I remember," Shayla said.
"Where are they now?" Dean said.
"At Bobby's, in my car," Shayla said.
Castiel disappeared for a second and then reappeared, holding a prescription bottle, "Are these them?" he said.
"Taking them from him , Shayla said, "Did you just go into my car?"
"It wasn't locked," Castiel said.
"Dean was examining the ground along the fence where something caught his eye. Crouching he grabbed hold of a 5 inch high doll, made of cloth. Straightening up, Dean examined the beaded eyes and strands of dark yarn hair sewn into it. The doll had not other detailed features, just limp arms and legs attached the body.
"What is that?" Shayla said.
"I don't know,' Dean said, "But it's creepy.''
"Where did you say Sam and I fought?" Castiel said.
"Right there," Shayla said.
"Right where I found this?" Dean said, gesturing to the doll. He looked at Castiel and said, "What are you thinking?"
Taking the doll, Castiel said, "This resembles an object used in ancient rituals where the dolls contained magic and were used to inflict pain and suffering on people."
"Voodoo dolls?" Dean said.
"That's one term for them," Castiel said.
"Come on," Dean said, "You don't really think…" Dean and Castiel looked at the doll and then at Shayla.
"What?" Shayla said, "Is that thing supposed to be me?"
"I don't know," Dean sighed, "I think we need to visit that pharmacy."
The automatic door revealed the entrance way of the drug store, as Dean stepped inside followed by Shayla and Castiel. "Where's the pharmacy counter?" Dean said.
"At the back," Shayla said.
Leading the way, Shayla was spotted by a clerk stocking shelves. Smiling he said, "You came back."
"Oh no," Shayla sighed.
"Did you reconsider?' The clerk said.
"No," Shayla said, "Excuse me."
Stepping in front of her, the clerk said, "Come on, I can be a fun guy."
"I think she said, excuse me," Dean said, walking Shayla past him.
Castiel stood in the aisle looking around the store. The clerk watched him for a few seconds before he said, "Can I help you?"
"I need dolls," Castiel said.
"I'm sorry?" the clerk said.
"Are the any in the store?" Castiel said.
"This is a pharmacy," the clerk said.
"I'm aware of that," Castiel said, "I'm looking for dolls."
"This is for your daughter?" the clerk guessed.
"I don't have any children," Castiel said.
"Well, we have some stuffed animals a few aisles over," the clerk said, pointing in that direction.
Castiel walked towards the other aisle, as the clerk shook his head in confusion.
"Excuse me?" Dean said, gaining the attention of a brunette girl behind the pharmacy counter, "I need to see the pharmacist."
The girl looked at him with tired eyes, "What about?" she said.
"It's about this," Dean said, showing her the prescription bottle.
"Iggy," she called out, "These people need to see you."
"Dean mouthed 'Iggy' to Shayla in amusement and they shared a smile.
A man approached them, Shayla remembering him as the pharmacist, that had served her before. He was neat in appearance, his hair short & shaggy a look that appealed to Shayla.
"Can I help you?" he said.
Reading off the prescription bottle Dean said, "Are you I. Mayfield?"
"That's me," the pharmacist said.
Gesturing to his nametag Dean said, "It's nice to know what the 'I' stands for."
The pharmacist smiled and said, "I can only blame my parents. I've had to go through life saying, 'I'm Iggy'. You should have heard what they called me in school."
"Kids can be so kind," Dean said, with a tone of sarcasm, "The reason we're here is this prescription." Dean placed it on the counter.
"Is there a problem with it?" Iggy said, picking it up.
"I was worried about side effects," Shayla said.
"They should be mild, maybe some stomach upset," Iggy said.
"You see a buddy of mine had these once," Dean said, "And he started to hallucinate."
"Is that right?" Iggy said.
"Oh yeah he thought swarms of bees were after him, only there was nothing there," Dean said, "Is that common with this drug?"
"I can't say I've heard of that before," Iggy said, "There could be other reasons for the hallucinations."
"Like what?" Dean said.
"I don't know," Iggy laughed, "Maybe the medicine interacted with another."
"Or maybe someone tampered with the medication," Dean said, staring right at the pharmacist.
"Sir, do you have something to say?" Iggy said.
Dean didn't answer, so Shayla said, "It's just that I took this medication and I got a little dizziness. I felt really strange."
"It's possible," Iggy said, "Some people can have reactions different from others. I can't explain what happened to your friend, but please be assured, my pharmacy would not be subjected to tampering."
"Of course, I didn't mean to accuse," Dean said, "I just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to start seeing people that weren't there."
Iggy nodded. "I hope I put your fears to rest."
"Yes, thank you," Shayla nodded.
Iggy turned to leave when Dean called him back. "Oh by the way," he said, "Do you have any dolls?"
"Dolls?" Iggy questioned.
"Yeah, little cloth dolls a few inches high?" Dean said, "My niece had one, just loved the thing and she lost it. I was hoping to find another one."
Iggy shook his head, "Sorry, we don't have anything like that. You might want to try the toy shop across town."
"Sure, thanks," Dean said.
Walking away from the counter, Shayla said, "Did you see what I saw in the corner of the pharmacy?"
"You mean the doll?" Dean said, "Like I found in the parking lot?"
"What do you think it means?" Shayla said.
"I think our friend Iggy, may be a target," Dean said.
They suddenly heard wild laughter from a few aisles over. Approaching the sound, they saw Castiel holding a stuffed cat that was making the noise.
"Cas?" Dean said.
The sound stopped as Castiel looked it over. "I find this disturbing," he said.
"So, did the rest of the store," Shayla said, taking it from him and placing it back on the shelf.
"What are you doing?" Dean said.
"I asked about the dolls," Castiel said, "The clerk suggested I check this section."
"Did he say they had any of those dolls?" Dean said.
"No," Castiel said, "It was an increasingly uncomfortable conversation."
"I'm sure," Dean said, "Listen, take the doll and the prescription, tell Sam and Bobby what we know and see if they can come up with anything. We are going to stay and see if we can figure out how that pharmacy is involved."