Author's Notes, Prestory: Hey guys, thank you for all your responses to my question. Based on your advice I have decided that I will not move the story but in order to make up for the amount of exposure this story is still lacking I am going to ask that you help me. I know many of you read a lot of stories and as such I would like you to pm communities that you're part of or read from often if you believe my story would fit with them. I would be extremely grateful if you would do that for me. This chapter will be where the story really starts crossing over with Dresden Files, some of you will see it some won't. Thanks again, Enjoy my friends.
The street was filled to the brim with an unnatural silence, as if all sound or thought had been stolen from it. In spite of this unnatural silence there was a large crowd of people standing outside of a singular brick building. Despite their casual and normal appearance there was something wrong with these people. Each one having a cut somewhere on their body and the wrongness seemed to emanate form their bodies. They stood completely still, barely breathing and not blinking at all as they stayed focus on the door ahead of them.
A muffled scream echoed out into the street and the crowd seemed to learn forward as one, baring their teeth and their hands curling into claw shapes. Suddenly the building exploded. Great gouts of fire burst through the windows and door before the bricks themselves gave way to the force of the explosion and were flung into the crowd with great force. Those that weren't hit by the bricks were thrown onto their backs by the force of the explosion with the less fortunate ones catching on fire and screaming horribly.
As the people were screaming and rolling on their backs a figure made its way out of building amongst the flames. The fire seemed to curve around him as he raised his arm and pointed at one of the people on the ground. The silver object in his hand came into focus as a large pistol. A loud crack echoed throughout the street as one of the people jerked back and then fell to the ground. Before the first was even on the ground five more shots rang out and five more people died.
The remaining people on the ground made it to their feet and, instead of running away, charged the figure. Three more dropped before the figure expertly ejected the clip and slid another home before dropping another nine before they even reached him. One last person was still standing as the gun clicked empty. It was a young man with blond hair and a crazed grin on his face. He leapt at the figure, his arms out straight and heading for his face in an obvious attempt to rip the figure's eyes from their skull. Just as the young man's fingers dragged across the figure's cheek the world seemed to regain focus.
The figure had his hand on the blonde's face and was holding it tight. A bright red light started to emit from beneath the figure's hand and the young blond started to scream in terror and pain. Around the figure's fingers the skin was started to black and crack before the light intensified and the boy fell to the ground, as dead as all those around him.
A booted foot slipped under the boy's chest and flicked him up making him roll onto his back. The figure stood still for a moment and green eyes gazed silently at the boy's charred face. With a sigh the green eyed man brought his hand up through his spikey blond hair then stepped over the boy and made his way further into town. As he walked away the building he had came from exploded, illuminating the hard lines of his face. Dean Winchester walked away from the slaughter he had caused and a bright unearthly light glowed from his eyes.
***********************************Hotel in Denver***********************************
Sam jerked awake with wide frightened eyes and quickly swung his eyes over to where his brother was sleeping peacefully on the other bed. He took several minutes to calm his breathing and regain control of his mind. He looked over Dean again. There were no bodies, no glowing eyes. It was just a dream. It was just a Dream. It was just a Dream. He chanted to himself in his mind as he leaned back against the wall in their cheap hotel room.
The shaken hunter let his eyes be dragged back to his brother, He wouldn't do that, would he?
Dean slept ignorantly as his brother contemplated him murdering almost two dozen people. Eventually Sam fell back asleep with his back against the wall and his head lolling forward bonelessly. The morning came quickly and the two brothers got up, each going through their morning routine. Both showered and brushed their teeth, threw on clean clothes but while Sam went about straightening his bed sheets Dean sat down at the coffee table and took apart his pistol with practiced hands. By the time Sam was done cleaning up the small hotel room Dean put down the rag he had been using to clean the barrel of his gun.
Without a word the two brothers went picked up their duffle bags and started towards the door. No discussion on leaving was had, they had been through this routine a thousand time and knew that once Sam was done cleaning and Dean's weapon was ready it was time to leave and go get breakfast before leaving town.
For the past few months there had been a noticeable difference in this well-practiced routine, they locked the room then turned in their keys before starting for the Impala. There leaned against a 1995 Aston Martin were Naruto and Sasuke. Dean shifted his shoulders and sighed as a loud pop emitted from his neck, "So where we goin' for breakfast blondie?"
Naruto shrugged and jerked his head towards Sasuke, "Ask him, he won the rights of choosing off me last night in a poker game."
Dean and Sam looked at Naruto disbelievingly, they had been the ones to teach the blond to play poker and they had never seen anyone with such luck before in their lives. That or he was so good at cheating even they couldn't pick up on it. Shrugging they turned their eyes to the usually stoic shinobi who seemed to be pondering something. "I say pancakes. There's a diner on 270 that looked pretty good."
Sam shrugged to show his agreement, "Sounds good to me."
As the shinobi brothers packed into their Aston Marton and the Winchesters into their beloved Impala Sam started to think about how shockingly easy it had been to accept the two shinobi into their group. After the shifter hunt they had all gone to a bar and both Naruto and Sasuke proved to be good listeners and could empathize with losing people. After a few hours of drinking the two had admitted to the brothers that Naruto was an orphan and Sasuke's entire family had been killed.
They might have guessed something terrible had happened to Sasuke, they had been around enough victims to know the signs, but Naruto had them completely fooled. His mask was just as good as Deans and unlike with his brother Sam couldn't see past Naruto's. The only time Sam had ever seen the blonde's mask of playfulness drop had been in Burkesville, Indiana.
Sam had gone away for a few days after fighting with Dean about tracking their dad down. Sasuke had gone with him to watch his back and convince him to come back. Sam still felt sorry for that girl, Meg he thought her name was, when she tried to convince Sam that he was doing the right thing in abandoning Dean, Sasuke had turned a glare on her and in no uncertain terms told her to leave.
When they got back to the Burkesville they found Dean tied to a tree with a girl. Sasuke had moved in that frustratingly fast way of his and got to them before Sam could. He was cutting them lose when the scarecrow had somehow appeared behind him and slashed him deeply in the back. Dean and Sam had managed to make it back off by each unloading a clip of silver rounds into the things chest but it didn't seem to be working when Naruto showed up.
Sasuke had made it to his feet but was obviously feeling the pain when Naruto appeared at his side, he glanced at Sasuke and all emotion fell from his face. Sam could honestly say Naruto quickly moved up his list of most terrifying people in existence. He walked up to the scarecrow, who merely looked at him curiously, then he pulled back his fist and launched what looked like a normal punch. When it landed the scarecrow rocked a little but stayed on his feet, Sam thinking that the blonde's attack was foolish until Naruto pulled back his hand and revealed a hole all the way through the creature's chest, the size of the blonde's fist. That didn't stop the scarecrow though as it started to raise its arms but Naruto was 10 times faster than it could ever hope to be.
He launched dozens of punches at a blistering pace, his arms becoming nothing more than blurs to Sam and Dean. With each punch another hole appeared until the old god literally disintegrated under his assault.
With that done he had merely turned away, put Sasuke's arm over his shoulders and helped his adopted brother out of the clearing. They had to scare off the towns people once or twice but ultimately found the tree that was linking the 'old god' who inhabited the scare crow to the physical world. Once they had drowned it in gasoline they lit it on fire and decided to hightail it out of town before any of the town people got brave.
Sam shook his head as he got into the Impala then gently laid it against the cool glass of the passenger window. They may be scary in their abilities but they've never done anything to harm us. Honestly, after getting to know them I don't think they ever would do anything to get us hurt.
After a short drive the two hunters pulled into a small diner and parked beside the familiar dull orange Aston Marton and got out of the car. Sam looked through a large pane window and saw Sasuke and Naruto seated in a booth waiting for them. Sasuke turned and gave the brothers a nod, while his head was turned Naruto ripped the paper off one end of his straw, brought the plastic to his lips and blew the paper cover straight off the end and into Sasuke's hair.
Sam let out an amused huff of air as Naruto started doing a little victory gig in his seat until Sasuke turned back around and swiped the straw out of his hand before tying it into a bow and handing it back to the blond shinobi who was sticking his tongue out at him.
Sam heard Dean chuckle as they opened the door and made their way into the diner. The dream he had last night all but forgotten Sam thought to himself, My brother and my friends and no lying. I could get used to this.
***************************************1 month later*****************************
The Impala crept across the dark road towards an old abandoned house then stops 50 feet away. Four men get out and go to the trunk, the trunk light activated illuminating their faces and shows Sam, Dean, Sasuke and Naruto. Dean reached in and grabbed four Tasers. He turned around and started handing them to his brother and his partners while keeping one for himself.
Sasuke accepted the Taser and raised an eyebrow at the eldest hunter.
"What?"
Sasuke merely rolled his eyes and pointed his pointer finger at Dean's free hand before making a very small amount of lightning chakra and pushing it towards Dean. A small static shock leapt from Sasuke to Dean and the hunter started to curse quietly as he snatched back his hand.
Naruto and Sam both smiled cheekily, having been on the receiving end of Sasuke's rather painful brand of humor many times since they joined forces. Sasuke had the ghost of a smile on his lips.
Dean growled in an annoyed fashion, "Why the hell did you do that?"
Sasuke shrugged, "I felt it illustrated my point nicely."
Sam took the Taser from Sasuke's hand and tucked it into his coat pocket, "Anyone ever tell you that the better your English gets the more of a jackass you become."
"Yes, but I try not to let the opinions of people who are stupid enough to get into a prank war with Naruto bother me."
Both Sam and Dean grumbled under their breath as flashbacks of what had been dubbed 'Hell Week' rolled through their heads. Naruto, oppositely, had the widest grin on his face as he remembered the time he managed to replace the sugar in sugar packets in every diner they stopped in for two states with salt. Sam was only barely starting to be able to drink coffee again without flinching.
Dean shook his head, dispelling his own private memories of pranks, "Okay guys, focus."
Sam nodded and looked at the Taser in his hand as the trunk closed. "What do you have these amped up to anyway?"
"100 thousand volts."
Sam let out an impressed whistle, "Wow."
Dean nodded as he thought of the corpses of children they had found on this hunt, "Yeah, I want this rawhead extra freakin' crispy. Remember you only have one shot. So make it count."
They snuck towards the house and when they got to the house flattened themselves against the rotting wood. "Naruto, you got anything?"
Everyone went still as Naruto focused chakra to his ears while looking away from the brothers, he always did this when he used certain spells but Sam and Dean were used to it. The blonde's eyes flashed red as he focused the kyuubi's chakra to his ears and enhanced his hearing beyond even that of regular shinobi. After several seconds he cut the chakra and looked back to the group, "Two children, one boy one girl. Basement in a closet. Couldn't hear anything else."
"Okay, Sam you're with me. Naruto, Sasuke stay out here make sure it doesn't catch us with our pants down if it comes back."
All three nodded and moved, Dean was the recognized leader when on a hunt and the truth was Sam was starting to mind less about it. When he first joined up with his brother it raked on him to follow Dean's lead but now that the two shinobi were listening to him too he didn't feel it was so bad. The two shinobi could do some amazing things and had obviously been in some tough places, that they saw Dean as a leader and agreed with his decisions went a long way towards forcing Sam to think about what Dean was saying when he gave an order.
Sam and Dean eased the door open and cleared the first floor before heading to the basement. It was dark and cluttered, water leaked freely from one of the concrete walls in a solid stream. Dean signaled Sam to check the closet and took up a position behind his brother. Sam nodded and quietly made his way towards the closet door, which he could now see was shaking ever so slightly. He raised his Taser and slowly eased the door open to reveal two children in dirty cloth, their faces tear stained.
He lowered his Taser and put a gentle smile on his face, before holding out his free hand. "Come on, we're here to help. Is it still here?"
The boy nodded with a terrified look on his face before Dean spoke up. "Okay, grab your sisters hand. We're getting you out of here."
Sam took the boy's other free hand and started walking them towards the stairs. Dean turned and started clearing the rest of the basement. The children start up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible with Sam right behind them. About halfway up the stairs a hand reached out and grabbed Sam's leg, gave it a mighty tug that sent Sam crashing into the stairs. The brunette hunter rolled quickly onto his back and shot out with his free leg, kicking the thing in the face.
It was a human shape but it's face was distorted with long teeth covered by flappy skin and the top of its head was a bright red color. It's head snapped back from the force of Sam's kick but it kept a firm grip on Sam's ankle and started trying to drag him down into the basement even as the children screamed and ran up the stairs.
Dean came running from deeper in the basement at the sound of his brother fighting and fired his tazer at the rawhead but the creature saw him coming and leapt away with surprising speed and ran further into the basement. "Go, Sammy! Get'em out of here!"
Sam nodded and took out his spare tazer and tossed it to Dean. "Here, take this!"
After he saw Dean catch it he ram up the stairs after the children. Even while Dean was still catching the tazer his eyes started to widen, he knew it was right behind him. He spun around without thinking and back fisted the creature sending it crashing to the ground. The rawhead got up as Dean started to raise his tazer to finish it off. It jumped forward and wrapped its arms around Dean's waist while it tackled him to the ground into a puddle of water.
After several seconds of fighting Dean delivered a killer right hook and the creature rolled off him onto the ground, momentarily stunned. Dean brought up his tazer without thinking and pulled the trigger, sending the two metal darts into the creatures chest a split second before 100 thousand volts ran through the wires connecting the darts to the gun.
The rawhead arched and shuttered, the electricity ran through the creatures length and into the puddle of water it and Dean were sharing. The noticeably smaller amount of electricity managed to find its way through the water and into Dean's system causing the hunter to spasm and shake even as Sam and Sasuke managed to make it down the stairs, Naruto staying with the panicking children.
Sasuke shot forward and grabbed Dean, ignoring the sting of the electricity and converting it into chakra while he pulled Dean out of the puddle and away from the harmful energy.
"Dean!"
*************************************************Saint Luke's Hospital************************************
Sam ran a clammy hand through his sweat drenched hair as he listened to his heart pound in his ears. I should've stayed with him. Naruto and Sasuke could've handled coming to get the kids. Dean can't die. He can't. I can't lose him… He's going to die, just like Jess, just like Mom. He's going to…A firm hand on his shoulder dragged him back to reality.
"What?"
"Sam, she said she can't find any insurance on file. You have it right?"
The younger hunter merely stared back at Naruto in confusion for a moment until his brain gained traction. "O…O, yeah. I've got it right here."
The nurse accepted the card with sympathetic eyes, "Okay, Mr. Burkovitz."
After a quick talk with the cops Sam and Naruto hurried down the hall where they saw Dean's doctor walking towards them.
"Doc, is he…"
"He is resting."
"How is he?"
The doctor turned to answer the blond, "The electrocution triggered a heart attack…a pretty massive one. His hearts been damaged."
"So what are the treatment options, what can we do?" Sam dove back in urgently after taking a shocked breath.
"We can't work miracles. It's just too much damage. I'd give him a few weeks, maybe a month at most. I'm sorry."
Sam and Naruto pushed past the doctor and quickly made their way to Dean's room. Once they get there they found Dean flipping through channels on the TV while Sasuke sat silently in a chair beside him, trying to seem enraptured in the Dr. Phil that was currently playing. There are IVs sticking out of Dean's arms and the wires to a heart monitor disappears under the top of his hospital gown. The dark circles under his eyes and unnatural paleness to his skin betray his condition and there was a breathless quality to his voice when he speaks to everyone, never looking away from the TV.
"Have you ever actually watched daytime television? It's terrible."
Sam swallowed weakly, "I spoke to your doctor."
"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."
"Dean."
Dean sighed and turned the TV off, he never could refuse his brother's voice when it got like that.
"Well, looks like you're going to have to leave town without me. Hey, at least you won't be alone, right guys?"
Sasuke nodded solemnly, he knew the horrors of being alone after your family has died. He wouldn't put Sam through that. Naruto barely managed to force a sickly version of his usual grin. "Of course, Dean."
Dean smiled back weakly, "See, Sammy? It'll be alright."
"What are you talking about Dean?! We are not going to leave without you."
"Hey, you better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your asses."
"Do you think you're funny, Dean?"
"I think I'm hilarious." The cheeky grin he was giving his brother gave out as he started coughing harshly. Sam hurried forward and helped lean his brother back against the bed even while Sasuke put a reassuring hand on the dying hunter's shoulder.
"Look, Sammy. What can I say man? It's a dangerous gig, I drew the short straw. I don't regret it. I've done a lot of good." Dean's eyes slide past his brother and land on Naruto, reliving a conversation they had several weeks back where Naruto forced Dean to truly realize the magnitude of what he did for people. He let out a tired sigh and leaned back into his bed. "This is just as far as I go."
"No, Dean. It's not." Sam said adamantly. "We still have options."
Dean chuckled breathlessly, "Yeah, burial or cremation. I know it's not easy Sam."
"No, Dean. Our kind of options."
Dean locked eyes with his brother and there was a brief flash of hope before it was crushed by bone weary tiredness and despair. The next moment it was gone behind Dean's mask but Sam had seen it all. "I'm going to die, Sam. There's nothing you can do to stop it."
Sam stood up with a defiant look that said he would destroy heaven and hell if that's what it took to save his brother. "Watch me."
****************************************MoleSkin Lodge, room 213**************************
Sam sat on a bed covered with books, loose sheets of paper covered in archaic drawings and writings side by side with medical journals about heart care and surgery. Sasuke sat at a small wooden coffee table with bags under his eyes as he stared at an equally large stack of papers.
"Can you do anything for him? You or Naruto?"
Sasuke shook his head slowly, his exhaustion evident. "Neither of us ever studied medical techniques. It requires a level of chakra control we don't possess."
Sam's eyes took on a desperate glint, "But medical techniques exist. They could fix this if we had someone who could use them."
Sasuke tilted his head, he knew there was something wrong with this conversation but he was so tired he couldn't see it. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm sure Sakura could handle it by now."
Sam grabbed his laptop with swift but jerky movements and started typing quickly, occasionally rubbing his eyes as he tried to stare at the screen. The coffee he just drank was starting to take effect but not enough yet.
Sasuke got up with a tired sigh and walked over to Sam, looking over his shoulder at the website Sam was on and not recognizing it. "What are you doing?"
"Booking us a flight to Japan. Will Tokyo work? Where are the rest of your people?"
Just like that Sasuke was awake and realized what he had done. He had dangled hope in front of Sam that he only had because the shinobi had forgotten that they had told him they were from Japan.
"We can't go there Sam. They aren't there anymore."
Sam barely glanced up, "Fine, whatever. Where are they now then?"
"Sam. We can't get to them. They can't help, Dean."
"Why the Hell not?!"
Knocking on the door stole their attention that had been on the argument, they didn't have the energy to focus on more than one thing at a time. Both Sasuke and Sam looked towards the door but before they could move to open it the key slid in and turned. Dean walked in with an arm over Naruto's shoulder, being heavily supported by the blond.
Sam stood up and hurried to his brother's side, anxiously putting his free arm over his way too tall brother's shoulder, causing Dean to be unnaturally tilted. Dean tiredly pulled his arm away from Sam, allowing him to be supported by someone closer to his own height. "Easy there, Gigantor."
Sam stepped back but stayed close, in a perfect imitation of a hovering mother, "What are you doing here?"
Dean shrugged and gave a playful smirk. "I checked myself out."
"What, are you crazy?"
"Well I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot. I was starting to feel bad for you guys too. If one of you is constantly going to be with me I should at least give you some eye candy so you don't stare at me awkwardly so often. So quickly Sammy," Dean coughed harshly, ruining the roll he had been on. "check me into a strip club."
Naruto rolled his eyes and helped Dean over to the spare bed that originally belonged to Dean anyway. Gently, he laid Dean down on it with Sam helping.
Dean let out a sigh that revealed how tired he really was from the trip. "Besides, they were starting to question the insurance. Kept asking Naruto where you could be reached for questions and if I had alternate forms of I.D."
"Dean this whole I laugh in the face of death thing needs to stop. It's stupid and I can see right through it."
"Yeah, whatever dude. When was the last time any of you slept? You look worse than I do."
"We've been scouring the internet, medical magazines and dad's journal for days."
Dean let his head hit the pillow and let out a content sigh, "What for?"
"Looking for a way to save you, Jerk."
"Bitch."
Both brothers gave small smirks before Sam continued talking. "We've been looking for a way to help you."
Sam's phone rang and he took it out with slightly fumbling hands. He put it to his ear and walked over towards the hotel room's small bathroom while he talked. After several minutes he came back with an excited smile. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, told me about a guy in Nebraska, said he's a specialist."
Dean rolled his eyes exasperatedly, "You're not going to let me die in peace, are you?"
Sam smiled back fondly at Dean's snark, "I'm not going to let you die, period. We're going."
**********************************************Nebraska**************************************
The Impala slowly crunched gravel as it drove towards a large white tent with a sign outside it. The sign read, The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.
Dean rolled his eyes even from his place in the passenger seat with his head leaning listlessly against the glass. "Oh boy."
Sam parked the car in a long line of other vehicles and quickly got out, he pulls the driver's seat forward so Sasuke and Naruto can get out then hurried over to the other side of the car as Dean opened his door. Sam offered his hand as Dean got ready to stand up. Dean looked at it with contempt, "I can get out of a car on my own Sam, I'm not dead yet."
He then starts to get out of the car and promptly collapses towards the muddy ground but Sam caught him and pulls him to his feet with an 'You were saying?' smirk.
Dean pushed him away even as he heard the Impala driver's side door close. "Dude, you're a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor."
Naruto and Sasuke huddled up with the brothers, shrugging their coats tighter around their bodies to ward off the cold. "I believe he said specialist."
Sam nodded towards Sasuke, "Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal."
"He's a fake, Sam."
Dean continued to sulk but started walking towards the tent, if just to get out of the cold.
"I can't believe you brought me to here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."
An elder woman in a tan overcoat carrying an umbrella walked past them, "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."
Dean merely scoffed as he continued on his way, "Yeah, that's nice."
They continue past a loan picketer who is arguing with a police officer. "I mean, come on, Sam. A faith healer? You know how many of these guys are frauds right? All of them."
"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean."
Naruto decided to add his two cents. "Better then laying around the hotel room dying."
Dean decided to ignore the obvious jab at how productive he'd been in their efforts to save him and continued on with Sam.
"You know what I've got faith in, Sam? Reality. Knowing what's really going on."
Sam turned to Dean with honest surprise in his eyes, he'd never thought Dean for a cynic. "How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see every day, what we see Naruto and Sasuke do?"
"Exactly, we've seen them. We know they're real. What Naruto and Sasuke do are spells, we've all done spells Sam. They're upfront about it and don't claim it's coming from a higher power."
"If you know evil is out there, how can you not believe good is too?"
Dean rounded on his brother with suddenly vicious eyes, "Because good never steps in. Because 'good' stands back and lets evil do what it wants."
A young woman walked up with a kind smile and pale complexion, "Maybe God works in mysterious ways."
Dean turned to her and quickly looks her up and down, his anger at his brother and her interruption quickly wearing away as he likes what he sees. He gave her his most charming smile, "Maybe he does. You might just turn me around on that subject."
She smiled in a way that was a lot less modest, "I wouldn't mind if I did. Quite a lovely little backside back there after all."
Sam started to sputter incoherently as Naruto let out a laugh and Sasuke had fan-girl flashbacks.
"I'm Dean, this is Sam, Sasuke and Naruto." Dean said as he held out his hand to the young very attractive blond.
She took his hand with her own and gave it a weak shake. "Layla. So if you're not a believer why are you here?"
Dean hooked a thumb over his shoulder at his brother, "Apparently my brother's got enough faith for all of us."
Layla smiled back until an older woman came up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Her smile grew more timid and shy and she nodded to something the older woman said and let her lead her to the tent. Dean momentarily looked puzzled by the young woman's behavior but plastered a cocky looking smirk on his face and made a show of looking up and down Layla's body as she walked away.
"I bet she can move in some mysterious ways."
They made it into the tent and sat down on the cheap plastic folding chairs a couple rows back, behind Layla and the older woman with her. After a few minutes an older blind man is helped onto the stage.
"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it? Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act."
While he's talking Sam looked over one of the tables on stage and saw it was filled with various religious items, including several crosses. One of the crosses was extremely old and had a wooden cross with a circle in it topping the cross. Sam shook his head, as the more religious of the four, and focuses back on the reverend.
"But, I say to you, God IS watching."
The crowd murmured their agreement even as Dean thought they were all such good trained chattel.
"God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt."
"It is the Lord who does the healing here friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts."
The more the reverend talked the more Dean began to get angry. Sam was too young to remember but Dean had used to sneak out to go to church in whatever town they ended up in. He remembered his mom used to say Angels were watching over them. It wasn't until he watched a Black dog rip out a 6 year old kid's throat and then get away before his dad could kill it that he decided he hated god. Hated God and more than that hated these religious types who try to push their fake shit onto those who were desperate enough to believe that a higher power was going to protect them.
Having heard enough of the reverend's bullshit he couldn't hold it in any longer, quietly he turned to Naruto. "Yeah, and into their wallets."
The reverend, Roy's, voice took on an amused tone.
"You think so, young man?"
Dean looked surprised as the crowd grew silent but decided, on the off chance that any of these people were true believers he'd take the high road, he decided apologizing and letting this farce continue was his best course of action.
"Sorry."
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears."
The crowd laughed and even Dean gave a small smile, hustler or not at least he had a sense of humor.
"What's your name, son?"
Dean was used to being focused on, usually while in disguise, but he didn't like how everyone was staring at him now. He almost gave out a fake name, merely out of habit before he remembered himself and that he wasn't undercover and answered honestly. "Dean."
"Dean. I want-I want you to come up here with me." Roy said, stuttering for a moment before continuing on.
Dean shook his head and kept himself firmly seated, "No, it's ok."
Sam, who had been smiling whipped his head disbelievingly towards his brother and hissed, "What are you doing?!"
"You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?" Roy said, sounding sure of himself.
Dean hesitated, well aware that this could be his saving grace if by some chance it was real, but could just as easily be bad juju and put not only his life at an end but also his brother's and his friends'. "Well, yeah, but ahh...maybe you should just pick someone else."
Sam continued to look at Dean like he was crazy until Sasuke grabbed his arm firmly to get his attention. "Just let us watch this first, if he's legit and we can't find anything wrong with it we'll go through with it."
"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did."
Dean started to stand up, unaware of Sasuke and Sam's conversation but was stopped by Naruto's hand on his leg that pushed him back down as blond himself stood up.
"Padre, as you say. The lord chose Dean. The gift was given to him. As the tool used to give the gift do you really have the right to tell him he cannot give this gift to another?"
The reverend stopped in his tracks and the entire tent was as silent as a grave. The woman who had helped Roy to the stage started to talk but Naruto quickly over-rode her as he started talking again.
"I believe Dean merely wishes to truly prove himself worthy of this gift by proving his selflessness. Perhaps not believing himself worthy as he is. If he truly is worthy of the lord's gift, perhaps the lord can forgive this trespass and offer again once Dean has seen his own worth."
Sam and Dean stared slack jawed at Naruto as Sasuke merely raised an eyebrow at his brother. Reverend Roy took a few seconds but ultimately, unknowing that this type of speech was extremely unusual for Naruto, accepted the given meaning and nodded along. "There is no trespass son. Dean, is what he said true? Do you wish to give this gift to another?"
Dean was still trying to reboot his brain and barely heard the reverend's question until Naruto subtly stomped on his foot while sitting down. The older Winchester barely fought down the yelp that threatened to run screaming past his lips but managed a slightly high pitched affirmative, "Yes sir. I want to."
As Naruto shifted into his seat, getting as comfortable as is possible on cheap plastic he stuck out his tongue as if he tasted something foul. "Eh, I don't know how Neji does that everyday."
"Alright, Dean. Who do you want to give it to son?"
Dean looked down at the back of Layla's head, no doubt purposefully not turning to look at him to appear desperate but right as he was about to say her name a loud wet wracking cough filled the tent. Dean turned and saw an older bald man slouched over coughing harshly into a handkerchief. After several seconds the man pulled it away and started taking quick shallow breaths as the handkerchief was revealed covered in blood and mucus.
Dean locked eyes with the man, "What do you have?"
The older man appeared shocked but nodded weakly in a questioning way. Dean nodded to him reassuringly.
"Lung Cancer."
Dean nodded again and said out loud for everyone to hear, "Him."
Those around the man helped him stand up and he walked towards the stage, all the while thanking Dean profusely. Once the man was helped onto the stage then kneeled while Roy turned to everyone.
"Pray with me, friends."
Sasuke leaned back and glanced at Naruto, who was sitting on the other side of the brothers, the blond nodded. Sasuke slipped on a pair of very dark sunglasses and activated his Sharingan to watch the reverend and the man with cancer. LeGrange reached out towards the kneeling man and gently laid his hand on the desperate man's head with a small smile.
Sasuke's eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair as a source of energy appeared beside the reverend. It was both bright and dark and it hurt Sasuke's eyes to look at hit but he persevered. He pushed more and more chakra to his eyes trying to make the wispy mirage of energy show him what it really looked like but it wasn't possible. The energy man reached out his own hand and put it on the dying man's head right beside the reverends. The man arched his back dramatically then took a deep clean breath as the reverend removed his hand and the shadow man disappeared.
*********************************************outside the tent, 30 minutes later*************************
"And you really feel okay?"
The no-longer cancer victim smiled happily as he took a deep clean breath, "I feel amazing, son. Thank you so much for doing this for me."
He reached out and clapped Dean on the shoulder, sending the younger man swaying dangerously until Naruto grabbed on and steadied him.
"You know how you can thank him? Come with us to a doctor in town, get yourself checked out. Just to make sure."
The man looked uncertain for a moment, as if questioning it for a moment would bring back his illness, but ultimately nodded his agreement and let the group of four drive him to the hospital.
A few hours later Sam, Sasuke, Naruto and Dean walked out of a small office, leaving the miraculously healed man, his wife who driven their car, and a doctor. The doctor hadn't been able to tell them anything other than that somehow a 79 year old cancer patient who had 3 months to live had perfectly healthy lungs and absolutely no sign of cancer what-so-ever.
"So, he's legit?" Naruto asked as they made their way towards the exit.
"Yeah, he's legit and Dean possibly just got himself killed because he couldn't believe in it when it was offered to him!"
"Sam, Dean was in the right on this one. You asked Dean to let some guy he didn't know at all cast juju on him that could do anything at all. Was it so wrong of Dean to want to see it for himself first?" Sasuke responded rationally.
"Yeah but it did exactly what Roy said it would do. It healed with seemingly no side-affects."
Naruto was about to speak up when suddenly the loud sounds of an ambulance became deafening and the door they were heading towards slid open and the area was filled with the sounds of shouts and orders.
"What do we have?"
"Cardiac arrest, his heart is stopping again."
The two hunters and two shinobi watched as a young man in a track suit was wheeled through the hallway on a gurney. The paramedics cut his shirt away and were handled the shock paddles by a nurse. After a minute they managed to get his heart going as a doctor rushed into the room, clad in green scrubs.
"He can't breathe. Check his airway."
Nurses quickly replaced the paramedics and one tilted his head back and looked down his mouth. "Airway is clear."
"Then why can't he breath? Traquiadime now!"
A nurse handed the doctor a scalpel and he quickly cut open the man's throat before pushing a small tube inside it. The sound that came out of the tube stopped everyone in their tracks. It sounded as if the lungs were weighed down, they labored and were able to gather small gasps of breath before they stopped all together.
"Lung cancer? Why didn't his chart say anything about that?! Get him into surgery now!"
The nurses and doctor hurriedly pushed the man through some double doors further down the hall as the four supernatural hunters stood and watched.
Knowing that they were all thinking it, even if they were hoping it wasn't true, Naruto decided to be the first to say it out loud. "That looked like a side-affect."
*************************************1 day later*******************************
Sam and Sasuke walked out of the coroner's office, each dressed in very plain suits. Sam's blue and Sasuke's black, both carried handguns and fake F.B.I badges. Sam looked overly frustrated and ran his fingers through his long brown hair while Sasuke kept a firm hold on the emotionless facade that he almost always wore.
"Recap. A world class athlete who never smoked a day in his life just dropped dead of lung cancer at around the same time as an old man with a severe case of lung cancer was cured by Reverend LeGrange. Still think he's legit?"
Sam glared at Sasuke as they stopped at the Aston Marton. After twenty seconds of silent glaring he broke off and got into the car mumbling about stone faced assholes, missing the small smirk that twitched the former-avenger's lips.
**********************************LeGrange House*****************************
"Okay, Dean. You go talk to them we'll search the rest of the house." Sam whispered as they started their way towards the house.
"Hell, no. You do it."
"Dean you're sick. Take the easy duty."
"Easy my ass, Sammy. I'm not talking with the religious League of Doom."
"What if you get a coughing fit Dean? If you're searching the first or second floor they'll hear you and the gig'll be up."
"Fine, I'll take the basement. Naruto, you go talk to the specters of evil in there, they seemed to like that bullshit speech you gave before."
"Oh, come on! My tongue almost crawled out of my mouth and divorced me for talking like Neji. I can't do it again until I've at least had some ramen to make up for it!"
Everyone rolled their eyes at Naruto's excuse not to, that was even worse than Dean's intolerance of religious people. They were almost to the door when Dean broke off and went to the back of the house, no doubt looking for a cellar entrance, and Sasuke started climbing the wall, his use of chakra long since stopped being shocking to the brothers.
Naruto sighed morosely and knocked on the door, knowing as soon as was polite Sam was going to make an excuse to abandon the blond to the religious and possibly murderous couple. After a few seconds the door was pulled open and both Sam and Naruto plastered fake smiles on their faces.
************************************Second floor bedroom*************************
Sasuke slipped a kunai through the crack in the window and pried it open before opening it fully and slipping inside silently. He walked towards a small desk beside the bed without creating a sound or leaving a single track.
*********************************First floor, living room*******************************
"So, when did they start? The miracles."
Roy put down his cup of tea on the table sitting between he, his wife and Naruto. Sam had already asked for directions to the bathroom and left Naruto to fend for himself.
"Woke up one morning, stone blind. Doctors figured out I had cancer. Told me I had maybe a month. So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. 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."
Roy took off his glasses to reveal completely white eyes that reminded Naruto strongly of the Hyuga but unlike the famous clan from Konoha he doubted Roy could see through walls now.
"If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it."
Naruto nodded and then coughed suddenly, covering for Sam who had just stubbed his toe and was whispering curse words. "And suddenly you could heal people."
"Are you alright, son?" Roy asked worriedly
"Yes Sir, I'm fine. You were saying?"
"I discovered it afterward, yes. God's blessed me in many ways."
**********************************************With Sam in the study******************************
Sam was still clenching his teeth, sure that he had torn free a toenail on that thrice damned reading table. He looks on the bookshelves and saw only one book that didn't have dust on the shelf in front of it. "Encyclopedia of British History." He mutters to himself before flipping through it, finding nothing. He went to put the book back when he catches a glimpse of another smaller book, hidden on the bookshelf behind where the one he was holding used to be. Inside was a picture of a skeleton reaper, and on another page the wooden cross he saw earlier in the tent. Sam's eyes go wide as he starts reading through the book. It was chalked full of powerful spells, all relating to death and reapers.
"The Grim Reaper?" He whispered to himself in a shocked tone.
*************************************************Cellar with Dean******************************
Dean stumbled down the last few steps as his eyes adjusted to the dark in the cellar. There were barrels, spider webs, a table and canvas sacks, some of which seemed to be bleeding. He shuddered slightly as his normal constitution for dealing with such things fluctuated as his body weakened.
He made his way to a table at the end of the cellar and let practiced eyes wonder over it. There were human bones, some older looking but some still had flesh sticking to them, more of those canvas sacks that seemed to bleed and numerous mason jars filled with blood. Off to the side were several pictures of people, they each had been crossed out with what looked like dried blood. The picture with the freshest looking blood was of the jogger who had died from cancer. At the center of it all sat a small velvet coin holder, sitting in it was a silver coin about the size of a silver dollar, it looked extremely old but in almost perfect condition. The symbol on it wasn't one he recognized but he figured it was key to preforming these rituals.
As he gazed at it he started feeling an interest in the coin, It really is an amazing piece. How old it must be, looking at it I can understand those nerds who collect coins. I have to get it away from here right? It can't be left here for a second longer or they might kill again. I'll just put it in a bag and get it out of here.
Just as he was reaching for his pocket, where he kept a handkerchief, he started coughing harshly and fell to the floor, his blood dribbling form his lips onto the dirt floor. He clutched at his chest as his heart started beating out of rhythm, sending incredible spikes of pain through his body.
No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not now! Dean screamed in his head as his lips refused to cooperate. His body started to curl in on itself, instinctively trying to protect itself from the pain. His heart began to slow as it's beats came in stutters when a clear thought came through his head.
The coin. Whether a spell was being used to kill him or not he could still rob them of their precious fucking coin and stop them. One last act, as a Hunter.
Using all of the strength he had left he pushed himself up, even though his legs had stopped working and smacked blindly at the table. Luck guided his hand as his fingers clenched tightly around the coin and its case as the rest of his strength gave out and he dragged it to the ground with him as he lost consciousness. I did good, didn't I, Sammy?
*****************************************Living Room with Naruto******************************
"Can I ask you one last question?"
"Of course you can."
Sue Anne started to glance around, as if she had forgotten something important and was trying to see something that would remind her.
"Why Dean? Out of all the sick people, why save him?"
"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your friend's heart, and he just stood out from all the rest."
Naruto had seen a lot of people with a lot of abilities so he was willing to take a little on faith, plus as far as Naruto could read him it Roy seemed to believe everything he was saying.
"What did you see in his heart?"
"A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished."
***********************************Cellar**********************************
Green eyes opened quickly, the green surrounded by orange roiling flames, as Dean rolled onto his back and scrambled across the floor until he hit the wall where he finally calmed and leaned against it taking deep ragged but clean breathes. After several seconds he sagged against the wall and the orange flames disappear with Dean none the wiser.
He glanced down at his fist and slowly opened it to reveal the silver coin from the alter. He shook his head and wrapped it back in the velvet cloth and tucked it into his pocket without thinking. Standing up, he found, was shockingly easy.
The constant pain he had felt in his muscles, his lungs and his heart was gone. He felt better than he had in years. With a confident smirk he walked over to the alter that had house the coin and quickly pushed all the bones, bloodied sacks and books into a pile in the center then pulled out his trusty lighter and set it all ablaze before heading back to the steps that lead out of the cellar, taking them two at a time.
*****************************************Living Room with Naruto, Roy and Sue Anne***********************
"Do you know what that important job is?"
The way in which Roy had said it sparked an interest in the blond. He had always felt there was something important about Dean but didn't know what it was.
Sam walked back into the room with a serious look on his face but when Sue Anne looked he quickly wiped it off and put on a sheepish smile instead. "Sorry for taking so long."
"It's not a problem, dear."
"I'm not sure but when I look at him I…"
Roy was cut off at the sound of Sue Anne gasping in fear and staring at the closed front door as the color drained from her face.
"Sue Anne, sweetie? What is it?"
"My God, What have you done?!" She cried out as she sank further into the couch, trying to shy away from the empty doorway. Sasuke came running down the stairs with his Sharingan eyes blaring but jerked to a stop at the base of the stares as he saw the same energy from before standing over the reverend's wife.
Dean kicked in the door at the same time and stood there watching the terrified housewife turned murderer, looking far healthier than he had several minutes ago. A light seemed to go off in Sue Anne's eyes and she fumbled quickly for a moment at her throat before pulling out the cross from the table, in the tent, that Sam had noticed before. She held it out towards the empty air and started whispering several words under her breath before she seemed to relax and an arrogant self-righteous smirk planted itself on her face as Sasuke saw the energy stop moving towards her.
She held out the cross haughtily and smiled at the four hunter's with crazed eyes.
"Don't you see?! I was chosen for this, The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And you all are wicked and deserve to die just as others deserve to live."
She looked straight into Dean's eyes as the hunter took a step towards her, "Just like Layla. She deserves to live. Are you going to take that from her?"
Dean stopped in his tracks at her words and glared at her angrily. "No. I don't have the right to take that from her, just like you don't have the right to give it. She wouldn't want to be healed like this, at the cost of innocent people's lives."
Sam took a step back to be beside his brother, "It's the reaper, Dean. She's swinging some serious binding magic to get a reaper to obey her. We need to destroy the alter."
"Already did that, what else?"
Sasuke strained his eyes, pushing more chakra to them than he had in a long time and felt pain blossom behind his eyes as they changed into the Mangekyo Sharingan but the figure slowly started to become less fuzzy around the edges and he caught a glimpse of a beam of light connecting the cross to the reaper. He cried out as he shunted the chakra away from his eyes and covered the two organs with his arms. "The cross! She's controlling it with the cross!"
Roy continued to sit there floundering as he asked everyone what was going on but was widely ignored by the room at large. Sue Anne looked surprised but merely glared more at Sasuke after his outburst, "Kill them. Kill them all! They are wicked!"
Naruto decided to take a chance, not knowing where this reaper was it a gamble but he didn't have time to try anything else. Pumping chakra to his legs he leapt across the coffee table before the preacher's wife could blink he tackled her to the ground. Sam and Dean ran forward as they watched the pair roll on the ground for a second until Naruto bounced away. Tightly gripped in his hand the cross she had been praying with. She lay stunned on the floor even as he stood up and showed his prize to the two other hunters and his momentarily blinded partner.
They stood in guarded stances as they waited to see if the reaper would attack.
"Naruto." Sam called out as he futilely kept scanning the room.
"Yeah?"
"You hold the cross, tell the reaper to stop."
Suddenly, Sasuke collapsed to his knees. The arm he had been using to scrub at his eyelids fell limply to his side and his black eyes started to be colored a misty Grey.
"Stop!" Naruto shouted out desperately while holding out the cross.
Sasuke took a deep gasping breath then collapsed on the floor as if he had just run a marathon but breathing none the less. The sound seemed to revive the reverend's wife who was now held in her husband's hands as they both lay on the floor. She looked at them with a mixture of shock, pleading, terror and desperation.
"Don't you see? They were all sinners, gays and protesters and murderers of unborn children! They deserved to die. I'm making a better world. God wants me to get rid of the bad people and help good people live."
Naruto glared down at the woman and held the cross in his hand. "You're right about one thing, Kami wants to get rid of the bad people."
With his piece said he threw the cross to the ground shattering it and spilling the blood all held within over the carpet. Sue Anne flinched in her husband's grip as the cross snaps and the reaper appears before her eyes. He is extremely pale with old looking skin and a black suit. He very slowly rolled his head as if stretching but his eyes never left hers as she became more and more terrified. Then he reached out and gently caressed her cheek, much like a lover would, while maintaining a too wide smile. She paled rapidly and started to twitch in her husband's hands as her eyes cloud over then close as the reaper let go and disappeared like he had never been there.
Sasuke made it to his feet and joined the other three, standing above Roy and his dead wife.
After several seconds Dean muttered beneath his breath, "Good riddance." He then turned and walked out the front door while Sam stared aghast at his brother's retreating back.
Sam snapped himself out of his shock, resolving to talk to his brother about that later and turned back to Roy. "I'm sorry Roy. But you heard what she was doing. She was going to keep on killing people unless someone stopped her."
Roy nodded uneasily, looking every inch the man who had lost everything.
"Just go." He whispered brokenly.
Sam, Naruto and Sasuke nodded and made their way out of the house.
******************************************Sam and Dean's hotel room********************************
Sam and Dean were sitting quietly in their hotel room, Dean on his bed and Sam on the lone chair over by a small wooden table. Sam closed the book he was reading and sighed loudly. Dean brought his eyes lazily over to his brother, knowing this conversation was coming and both wanting it and wanting to avoid it.
Sam looked over at his brother, "We did the right thing, didn't we?"
Dean sighed heavily, "Yes, Sammy. If we hadn't stopped her, she would've went right on killing."
"But she was also saving people, Dean." Sam ran a hand through his hair. "I just thought, for once, it could be legit and I could save you. Dean I don't know what to do."
Sam was looking down so didn't notice Dean's momentary look of indecisiveness or how he brought his hand up to his coat pocket that contained the old coin that had healed him.
"Well you don't have to worry about that one."
"What are you talking about, Dean?! Of course, I have to worry about it. You're Dying!" He progressively got louder until he was yelling out his frustrations at his brother.
Dean hopped off the bed and quickly walked over to his brother and crouched down beside him. He put a firm hand on his brother's shoulder and made sure he had eye contact before speaking.
"No, Sammy. I mean you don't have to worry about it because I'm fine."
Sam opened his mouth to refute Dean's usual mask of indifference to death or injury before he noticed how long it had been since Dean had coughed or needed his help. "What?"
Dean stood back up and walked a few feet away before turning back and shrugging. "Beats me. After the hag bought it I went outside and the reaper appeared before me. Before I had a chance to move he grabbed me and I suddenly felt better. Guess he was paying us back for freeing him from her spell or somethin'."
Sam was so relieved he didn't even bother wondering about his brother's story and instead just sagged in his chair in relief. "Thank God."
Knocking at the door dragged the two out of their moment and Dean started to make his way towards the door. "Dry those tears Sammy, you're embarrassing me."
Sam, with no obvious tears on his face, laughed and smiled at his brother. "Jerk."
Dean tossed a smirk over his shoulder as he got to the door, "Bitch."
Opening the door Dean found Layla on the other side. Taken by surprise it took him a few seconds to squeeze out a greeting. "Hi."
"Hi."
"How did you find us?"
"Naruto called me, said you wanted to say goodbye to me before you left town."
Dean put his face in his hand, "Did he?"
Dean turned and looked Sam in the eye, "Go hang out with Naruto and Sasuke. When he goes to the bathroom put pink food coloring in his detergent."
Sam smiled bashfully but nodded and made his way out of the room and down the hall. All the while thanking God that Dean didn't know it was his idea that Naruto call Layla.
Layla smiled beautifully at the hilarity that would no doubt ensue when all Naruto's clothes turned pink the next time he did laundry.
"Roy tried to heal me this morning."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he seemed pretty broken up but he tried anyway. His wife Sue Anne died last night. A stroke."
Dean nodded, feeling the guilt that had always come when a human lost someone on a hunt, even if she was the hunt. Suddenly the guilt left him as he remembered she had been killing people and wasn't any better than the monsters they hunted. "Roy is a good man. He doesn't deserve this."
Layla merely nodded in agreement but otherwise kept her peace.
"It must suck. To believe in something so much then have it let you down."
That actually brought a smile out of her as she turned to Dean. "You wanna hear something weird?"
Dean turned to her with a confused look and waited for her to continue.
"I'm Okay. Really, I guess if you're gonna have faith…you can't just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don't."
Dean felt a lump form in his throat. "What do you have?"
Layla's eyes open wide in surprise that he had asked and for a moment anger burned in those eyes as she thought of the life that was going to be taken from her in a few short months but then her smile returned and her eyes cleared. "Brain tumor."
Dean felt the lump in his throat turn into concrete. If she didn't find something supernatural then she was dead. Dean knew if it were operable they wouldn't have bothered with a healing tent. There was no chance a civilian was going to be lucky twice and find something else real.
"So what now?"
"God works in mysterious ways." With her piece said she lays her hand softly on the side of Dean's face, staring at him then leans in and places a gently kiss on his lips before pulling back.
"Good Bye, Dean."
She turned and started for the door as Dean stayed still, inside warring with indecision.
"Wait." It sounded more like a croak then a word but he forced it out louder when she didn't stop. This went against everything he had ever learned as a Hunter. Everything except one, Saving people.
She stopped and turned back to him, a sad smile adorning her face as she thought he merely had a few more words for her.
"There is something I can do. I'm not sure it will work and it might be dangerous. Even I'm not sure what all it does but it healed me. It could do terrible things to you but if you want. I'll try."
She gaped at him in shock for several seconds before she stepped back to him and stared into his eyes with determination. "I trust God to protect me, Dean. You are a good man and I think he sent you to me. Yes, Dean. Do it."
Her voice quivered at the end but she merely closed her eyes and waited for him to do whatever he would do.
Fighting down the last bit of indecision Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the coin. The metal felt both cool and hot against his skin and there was an intoxicating rush of power along his veins that he hadn't noticed when it healed him. He gently took her hand with his and then pressed the coin down into her palm.
Immediately, she arched her back and let out a silent scream of exhilaration towards the ceiling as her eyes flashed open and her entire body seemed to buzz with energy. It took about a minute before her body relaxed and she stretched her arms and neck out as if feeling her body after a deep tissue massage. By the time she finally looked back at him, the ring of fire had left but a different type of fire had taken its place.
He took the coin back from her outstretched hand and stuffed it back into his pocket before he felt a firm grip grab the back of his neck and he was pulled forward into a hungry kiss.
Author's Notes:
Hey guys, longest chapter I have EVER written for a fanfiction story. Feedback as always is welcome cause I'll admit I'm worried that with the chapter being so long I'm worried about the pacing being affected. If you think it is or isn't please tell me. The coin that I have added in this chapter is the true beginning of the Dresden Files crossover. It is a Blackened Denarius. Look it up. Well guys, I'm tired and I am all written out for the moment so these notes will be short. Based open your opinions and ideas I will not be moving the story but instead I ask this of you my friends. Please consider this story and if you know of any communities that you think it could belong in then please message the runners of those communities and ask if they would be willing to add it.
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