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I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU GO CHECK OUT THE STORY "TWO GUYS, A GIRL, AND A TICKET TO HELL" BY DEANSTHEMAN. IT IS AMAZING! IT IS MATURE FOR A REASON THO SO IF THATS NOT YOUR THING THEN DONT READ BUT ITS SOOOOOO GOOD.

I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL

I slowly looked out my window as all the sick and hopeless people hobbled up to the dingy white tent. Out here in the mud and the rain they were just the broken shells of their former selves, but inside that dirty tent was the hope that they would be restored.

…What a lost cause.

This place reminded me of the time my mom dragged me to some Baptist Tent Revival out on Highway Seventy-Nine. All she would tell me was she needed healing and her sins washed. That might not have been weird, except for the fact that my parents weren't particularly religious and we'd only been to church a few times. She admitted to me on the way home that the pastor pushed her down when she crumbled to the floor, but that she still felt better. My mother was entirely too strange for her own good.

I never thought Sam would be bringing us to a place like this when he said he found a specialist. Although I never really believed that these things worked. Sam knew more about this stuff than I did though so I had no choice but to go with it, but Dean was going to be pissed.

"Sam you're a lying bastard." Dean exclaimed as he slowly pulled himself from the car. Sam rushed over to help him, but Dean angrily brushed him off and once Dean stopped leaning on my door I followed.

"I thought you said we were going to see a doctor?"

I closed my door and slopped over to the boys who were already heading for the tent.

"I believe I said specialist. Look, Dean…."

I tuned them out and watched the sick people milling about. Most of them needed some kind of assistance whether it be crutches or a wheelchair as they moved slowly toward their pseudo redemption.

A little ways past the yelling protester I felt a weight on my shoulder and turned to see Dean with a pained look on his face. He seemed like the kind who would rather die than ask for help so without even asking if it was ok I stepped closer to him and put my arm around his waste to help support him. He draped his arm over my shoulders and we began our own hobbling toward the tent. It was funny that he refused Sam earlier, but he practically asked me to help him, but I didn't care as I all but felt him up as he and Sam continued to argue.

"But if you know evil is out there, how can you not believe good is out there too?" Sam was trying to understand Dean's lack of faith.

"Because I've seen what evil does to good people." Dean shot back, shaking his arms in frustration and causing me to stumble a little under his weight. Out of nowhere this woman, who I never even noticed before spun around and addressed Dean.

"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." She was blond like me but she looked clean. Much neater and more put together. What was she doing here? She didn't look sick or seem to have the whole hopeless mentality.

Dean stood up a little straighter and tried to shake me off of him, but I didn't let go.

"Maybe he does." Dean said cockily, "I think you just turned me around on the subject." I just rolled my eyes as his poor attempt to hit on her.

"I'm sure." Was all she said in a voice that clearly portrayed that she was onto him.

"I'm Dean," He said extending his hand, "This is my brother Sam and our little sister Lynn." He ruffled my hair with the arm slung around my shoulder as I mumbled a quick hello. Before anything else could be said an older woman came over and grabbed the blond's hand.

"Come on Layla. It's about to start." And with that she walked into the tent and we quickly followed.

Inside the tent was like a cornucopia of slow death and lost hope. Broken souls roamed around looking for seats as we made our way to an empty row in the back. I gave the security cameras a passing glance as Dean mentioned it, but I didn't focus too much because he was starting to get tired and was leaning on me more heavily.

"We're sitting up front."

Sam grabbed my arm to inadvertently drag Dean along with me, but Dean wasn't budging so neither was I.

"What why?"

"Come on!" Sam said as he began to tug on me again and this time Dean complied. I was squished in between them in those little chairs as the man of the hour took the stage.

Roy LeGrange was the epitome of what a faith healer should look like, humble and maybe even a little simple minded. And blind. You can't forget the blindness when you're talking about a faith healer. He wore sunglasses to either hide his eyes or add to the mysterious aura he'd made for himself and his cute little country wife helped him to the state. I wanted to gag and coo at the same time.

I didn't really listen to him as he began his sermon. I'd heard plenty of these same preachings before with my Grandpa. He used to bring me to these things all the time. He said that all the praying was why he was such a good fisherman. He died of prostate cancer when I was in eighth grade and I haven't gone fishing since.

Dean caught my attention when he leaned into me and whispered something about peoples wallets, but I didn't know what he meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, but Roy LeGrange's voice rang out over the crowd, stopping me.

"You think so young man?" Everyone went silent and looked our way. What was going on? What did I miss? Whatever Dean had said, Roy had heard and was now calling him out on it and Dean was as red as a tomato.

"Sorry."

And then the damnedest thing happened; Roy called Dean up on the stage! From what I read this guy only does one healing a service and the services were only about once a month and Dean was lucky enough to get picked the first time. I wanted to jump up and dance. I almost forgot that there was still a chance that the healing wouldn't work.

It took a little bit of badgering from Sam and me practically pushing Dean out of the row, but he finally went up there next to Roy and his wife. There were some words exchanged before Roy slowly placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. Nothing happened until Roy moved his hand up Dean's neck and onto his head.

Deans body started to lean away from Roy as if he was pushing and suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and he crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I was out of the chair and on the stage before the crowd could break out into their cheers and 'Amens!'

I grabbed his head and checked his neck for a pulse, which was there and just as strong as it should be as Sam stumbled up next to me.

"Dean say something!" Sam cried, reaching around and shaking him. I was about to listen to his heart but Dean jumped and sucked in a gasping breath before looking around in a daze. His skin was clammy and pale and his pupils dilated beyond normal measure, but he was awake and seemingly OK. He only glanced at me for a second before his vision looked at something just past Roy. I could see what looked like a man in a suit from the corner of my eye, but I was concerned with that as Dean tried to sit up more.

"Woah woah look at me." I ordered him and he stopped struggling. He was still too clammy and dazed to be standing. His color had drained from his face when he fell, but it was slowly returning as I made him focus on me.

"Take a slow, deep breath for me Dean."

I lowered my head down to his chest like I might hug him and put my ear to his heart. He tensed up like he thought I was in fact hugging him, but I was just listening. And right in his ribcage his heart was just beating away. The loud thu-thunk of a perfectly strong and healthy heart. No unusual palpitations or anything. This Roy LeGrange really did heal Dean's heart.

I pulled back and looked at him. The smile breaking on my face. "It sounds fine. Your heart sounds normal again." Sam gasped behind me and the crowd began cheering more loudly, but Dean still just stared at me dazed and probably spooked. Hell even I had this tingly feeling running over my skin from experiencing something so out of the ordinary. It was definitely going to be interesting with these two.

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It was confirmed. Dean's heart was A-OK just like I said. Nothing even the slightest bit unusual going on with it. No signs it was ever damaged in the first place the doctor had said. I got the feeling that this was strange even for them, but me and Sam were both thrilled at the news. I may not know Dean very well but I didn't want him to die.

While me and Sam shared the same happy smile, Dean on the other hand did not. He looked pensive and a little creeped out, even more so when the doctor mentioned the young man dieing the day before. The same day Dean was healed. The whole notion that this guy, Roy, had even healed Dean was crazy enough. I couldn't imagine that the guy dieing a the same time had anything to do with it, but the look on Dean's face gave me doubts. He looked like someone just told him his dog had to be put down and it made me want to give him a hug, but I definitely didn't.

"People's hearts give out all the time man."

"No they don't." Dean disagreed. I wanted to take Sam's side and argue that marathon runners' hearts gave out all the time, but the look Dean was giving his brother had me keeping my mouth shut while he got up and started to shove his stuff into his bag. He was saying how it didn't feel right and something was off when he also mentioned the man in the suit.

"I saw someone standing next to Roy. A man. Definitely a spirit."

"I was right there. If something was there wouldn't I have seen it too."

"A man in a suit?" They both looked at me like I'd grown another head. "Well I kinda saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was paying more attention to Dean though so I guess its irrelevant." Dean just turned to Sam and gave him an 'I told you so' look.

"Well what if it was just a man in the crowd who someone stepped in front of or something. Just because Lynn saw him doesn't mean much. She isn't trained to spot these things like we are."

"Excuse you! I know what I saw trained or not and-"

"And I am trained for this. I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this. Now two out of three of us saw it so we're gonna check it out."

Sam quickly backed off at Dean's tone. I don't blame him. It was a little scary when Dean started snapping like that. God I hope I'm not around when they really fight.

"You go check out the heart attack guy and I'm gonna go visit the reverend. Lynn comes with me"

I was going with him? To investigate a case? Awesome! I really really didn't want to be cooped up in that motel room. I almost bounded after them as we made our way to the car. I never thought of how this might affect me when all this was over and I was free of my demon stalker.

I traded places with Sam when we dropped him off at the gym and made our way to Roy's. I don't see how these two can just roll into a town and automatically know where everything is.

"What are we gonna ask Roy? 'How does it feel to heal the sick?', ' How do you make money?', 'Are you really blind?'" My anger at Sam from earlier was gone as I joked around about the questions. I was excited that they were including me.

"You're not asking anything." I looked over at him in confusion. I was alright with just sitting there and keeping my mouth shut, but something in his tone suggested something else. "I'm dropping you off at the motel."

"What? Why? I thought you were gonna let me go with you?" I whined sounded just like a child, but I didn't care. This was not even fair. Maybe it was kind of my fault for jumping to conclusions, but I really was fed up with them acting like I wasn't there. Or treating me like I was a pet they couldn't take certain places so they just dropped me off to entertain myself until they felt like being around me again.

"Yeah you're going with me so I can drop you off."

"You sneaky bastard! I'm gonna go crazy if I have to hang out in that room for three days like last time."

"Look, Lynn, this life isn't for you. Its scary and dangerous and you already know more than you should." We'd pulled up to the motel, but I wasn't getting out.

"I'm a grown woman and you're not my father so I'm pretty sure I know what kind of life I want to live. I'm not a child, Dean. I'll be fine knowing this stuff. I won't be fine if you two keep locking me up in a room and leaving me by myself all the time."

"That room is the only safe place for you Lynn. This demon is serious business, even for us."

"Yeah and my apartment was supposedly safe too and you saw how that panned out. What if you guys hadn't gotten there when you did?"

"We did and that's what matters." Was all he said like that somehow made it better and explained everything.

"What about that thing the demon sent after me last time? It got into Bobby's house to get me and-"

"That was your fault for leaving the window open!" He all but yelled, interrupting me. I remember thinking about how scared I would be if he ever talked to me like he did when him and Sam got into fights, but I just didn't feel it. I was still mad that I was being excluded.

"What if it sends something like a shapeshifter that can't be held off by salt and all that hoodoo stuff?"

He paused for a second going over what I'd said and I knew I just blew my own spot. I still have no idea how Bobby never noticed that I'd been sneaking some of his books into my room at night to read them.

"How do you know that? Did Bobby tell you that?" He demanded. I wasn't going to tell him, he was trying to change the subject.

"That's not the point Dean! I need to know more and be more involved so I don't have to be in the room all the time."

The engine was still growling as Dean turned in his seat and completely succeeded at trying to look intimidating. I could feel myself move back away from him a little as he started pointing at me menacingly.

"We took you along with us to protect you not teach you how to be a hunter. The stuff we know will follow you to your grave and beyond. If keeping you safe means locking you in that room then by God I'll do it."

"I don't feel safe in there. Not only am I bored, but the constant fear that something evil is gonna come bursting in is going to drive me crazy. The only time I truly feel safe is when I'm with you."

The look on his face just reinforced how weird that sounded, "and Sam." I added quickly. He still didn't say anything so I kept going to try and clear the tension that filled his car.

"You guys can't be around all the time and how can you be so sure that I will ever be free of this thing? What if we never get rid of the demon? Am I to ride around with you forever?"

"Lynn I can't do that to you. You don't think so now, but you're better off not knowing." He calmed down considerably and I almost felt bad for pressing the issue, because he looked beat, but I felt like he would give in any minute.

"I'm not safer in that room than I am out on the street if I don't know how to defend myself against this kind of stuff. I won't make a life out of it, I promise. You don't have to worry about that at all, but knowledge is power and right now I'm drowning. Don't think about it as revealing this world to me. Think of it as teaching me an invaluable skill."

He was looking at me skeptically, but at least he seemed to be entertaining the idea so I decided to drive the last nail into this coffin of an argument. I scooted closer to him and grabbed his hand that rested on the back of the seat and clutched it in both of mine. I tried my hardest to imitate the puppy dog eyes that Sam used so well and practically begged.

"Please Dean. I need you to do this for me."

I got lost in his green eyes for a minute before I heard him sigh deeply and I felt his warm breath on my face. Had I scooted that close?

"Ok fine, but your like the intern or something. You do all the-"

I cut him off as I leapt across the small space between us and practically jumped on him. The relief was just so overwhelming that I just had to do something and jumped around and screaming was probably out of the question in his car so I hugged him. It was the most bone crushing hug I could muster up which probably wasn't very crushing at all, but still.

"Oh my goodness thank you so much." I mumbled into his neck as I squeezed his chest. I know this seems awfully forward of me, but I really was going to go crazy. The thought of leaving and trying to out run this thing had crossed my mind and just thinking about it was scaring me.

Dean was tensed up like a brick wall and I quickly pulled back, but for some reason I left my hands on his sides. His face was thoughtful.

"That was-"

"Weird. I know. I'm sorry." I pulled my hands away from him as my whole body blushed from my embarrassment. "I'm just excited. I'll let you get to Roy." I took one more look at him, but he hadn't moved and inch except to smile since I hugged him so I just grabbed my bag and ran from the car. How embarrassing! What the hell is wrong with me?

DEAN POV

The things I said just didn't register with this chick. She hadn't dropped this whole wanting to know stuff thing since we took her along with us. What do I have to do to make her realize that I was just watching out for her? Maybe Sam could convince her. No that won't work. They didn't really talk to each other since their fight at Bobby's and the tension of their past was unbearable.

Unfortunately I was losing this argument, because Lynn was making too much sense for me to keep going without looking childish. Part of me wanted to say 'Screw her! I'm here to protect her, not coddle her cause she is bored!' But another part, the one that liked looking into those amazing multi-colored eyes, understood exactly what she meant.

I was never really an eye man. There are so many other attributes to appreciate on a woman and I've never really paid enough attention to a girl long enough to notice something like how nice her eyes were. Lynn's eyes were not only unique enough that anybody would want to look at them, but they practically told me what she was thinking. Even though we were just yelling at each other I could tell she was never really mad, which made it hard for me to be the ruthless, do what I have to do, hunter. I could see the desperation in her eyes as she begged me to include her more. Teach her an 'invaluable skill' as she put it. If I knew her any better I would make a dirty joke out of that, but I don't think she'd appreciate it at the moment.

I opened my mouth to tell her how dumb this idea was and to try and convince her one last time, but she interrupted me train of thought by taking a big scoot closer to me and grabbing my hand in both her small ones. Her hands were cold, but they felt nice in the ever increasing temperature of the car.

"Please Dean. I need you to do this for me."

Her breath tickled my face as she pleaded with me and I almost forgot how to breathe. She puckered out her lower lip like as child asking for a cookie before supper. It vaguely reminded me of Sam's pouty face, but on a hot chick. What a dangerous combination.

I sighed in resignation knowing I wasn't going to win this. She made too much sense about...well all of it. I couldn't have her attached to mine or Sam's hip all the time and this demon was going to extreme measures to get to her. Leaving her in that room was just putting her in danger of being found and making her a danger to herself. She won't take our crap for long before we come back one day and she's gone and probably dead before she got to the next town.

"Ok, but you're like the intern or something. You do all the-"

I couldn't finish as she literally jumped me. She was hugging me! What is wrong with this girl? Is she bipolar or something? I didn't know what to do so I kept on hand on the steering wheel and left the other out in the air.

"Oh my goodness thank you so much!" She squealed as she snuggled into me and squeezed all the air from my lungs. It was actually kind of nice, but I don't know why I was being so weird. I would normally take full advantage of this kind of situation. Maybe it was because Lynn's been with my brother before? No that didn't bother me at all. I dunno, lets chalk it up to the fact that I didn't want things to be awkward between me and her. Yeah that sounds like a good excuse. That and the fact that this embrace could be called somewhat intimate and I just really didn't expect it at all.

She must have come to her senses, because she suddenly pulled back, but her hands stayed on my sides. She was surprised at herself I guess, because she was blushing all the way to her hairline and her face was practically screaming embarrassment.

"That was-" I was going to try to make her feel better by saying that it was nice and I was perfectly ok with a hot blonde chick feeling me up, but she interrupted me.

"Weird. I know. I'm sorry." She yanked her hands away like I'd burned her and I hate to admit that I was disappointed. "I'm just excited. I'll let you get to Roy."

I was still in the same position as the only thing I'd moved was my lips as I smiled at he. Getting amusement at how flustered she was. She quickly grabbed her bag off the floorboard and rushed out of the car and to the motel room. What had I just gotten myself into?


A/N: Its kinda slow and I feel like Dean was a little ooc but I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be more interesting and it won't take near as long to get out. Please review.