It's not faith if, if you use your eyes
We'll get it right this time
Let's leave this all behind
Oh, why
We'll get it right this time
It's not faith if you use your eyes
Oh, why
…..

I just want, no
I just need this pain to end
Right here

Paramore – Miracle

I stood next to Sam in the cool night air, watching Dean as he quickly opened the trunk, sifting through everything inside before pulling out two tasers, handing one to Sam and the other to me.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked, glancing over at Dean.

"A hundred thousand volts."

"Damn." I whispered, holding the object in my hand a little more carefully now as I stared down at it.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count."

We moved slowly down the steps, towards the basement as they creaked loudly underneath. I glanced around the dim room, trying to see any movement in the darkness that I possibly could. We reached the bottom of the stairs, hearing a small noise come from a wardrobe to our left. I glanced up at Dean with a shrug, slowly making my way over to it with the boys not too far behind.

"On three." Dean whispered with a nod. "One. Two. Three."

I jumped back a bit as Dean swung the door open. Inside, there was a small boy and girl crouched down, covering their ears.

"Is it still here?" Sam asked quietly. They both nodded, not even risking using their voices.

"Okay. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here." I whispered, helping the little boy up. He reached back inside, taking his sisters hand.

"Let's go, let's go." I said, leading them up the steps.

Sam was about to follow, when I heard a crash, looking back down, I saw something holding Sam's leg, pulling him down the stairs. I heard the kids scream, their loud footsteps shaking the stairs as they ran. I bent down, trying to help Sam up. I heard one of the tasers go off as Dean shot into the darkness.

"Get them outta here!" Sam yelled, nodding towards the frightened children.

I nodded, quickly moving the kids out of the doorway. I walked them outside, trying to comfort them as much as possible. The little boy hugged his crying sister tightly, shushing her. After a moment, I heard a lot of commotion coming from inside and then Sam yelling.

"Stay here, okay?" I said, looking at the little boy, who only nodded in response.

I ran back inside, pausing at the bottom of the steps as I saw Sam kneeling down next to an unconsious Dean on the ground.

"Oh my god." I muttered, running down the stairs. I fell to my knees beside him, holding him up along with Sam. Dean was taking in shallow breaths, his eyes closed. I glanced up to Sam, who had tears in his eyes as he stared over at me.

This was not happening.

HOSPITAL – DAY

I kept my arms firmly wrapped around myself as I stared blankly at the white floor beneath my feet. I was still in shock over what had happened. It felt like everything had just turned into one big nightmare. Sam glanced down at the short, brown-haired nurse standing behind the desk in front of him as I stood off to the side.

"Sir, I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file."

"Right. Uh, okay." Sam said, pulling out his wallet to hand her one of the many cards he'd had.

"Okay, Mr. Burkovitz." She nodded, taking the card.

One of the cops approached us, looking at us with sympathetic eyes. "Look, we can finish this up later."

"No, no, it's okay." Sam shook his head. "We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped...ran in."

"And you found the kids in the basement?"

"Yeah."

"Well, thank God you did." The officer muttered. I looked past the cop, seeing Dean's doctor approach.

"Excuse us." I mumbled, walking away from them. I heard the cop mutter his thanks to Sam as I stepped in front of the doctor.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I looked up at him. "Is he..."

"He's resting."

Sam came over, putting his hand on my shoulder. "And?"

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart...it's damaged."

Sam took a deep breath, letting it out quickly. "How damaged?"

"We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."

I felt my heart sink as he just blurted it out like it was no big deal. The secondary emotion I felt was...anger. This was not fair. This was not how it was supposed to be.

"There's gotta be something you can do." I demanded. "Some kind of treatment."

Th man shook his head apologetically. "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."

The fear welled up inside of me as Sam dragged me away from the doctor before I could say or do something stupid. He knew me all too well, I guess.

We stopped in front of Dean's room as I peaked in. The sun was shining through the windows, fanning out over the entire room. Sam moved inside as I stepped in slowly, hearing the low volume of the TV filling the silence. I saw Dean laying in the hospital bed, his skin pale, deep purple bruises under his eyes...and I froze. I couldn't make myself move anymore.

I knew this life – it was dangerous. I understood that. I just didn't see how it was fair for him to go so soon. I wasn't ready for it – I never would be.

"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." Dean muttered, his voice sounding weak and nothing like the strong and assertive tone I was very much used to.

"We talked to your doctor." Sam said, glancing over at me as he made his way to the foot of Dean's bed. I was still frozen in place, watching him from a distance like a wild animal.

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down." Dean grinned, completely ignoring his brother.

"Dean." Sam muttered, shaking his head. Dean looked up at Sam, throwing a quick glance my way before returning his gaze to his brother.

"Yeah. All right." He grumbled, turning off the small TV. "Well, looks like you two are gonna leave town without me."

I tried to stop the gust of air that blew out of me by wrapping my arms around myself again. I felt like I'd just been kicked in the gut.

"What are you talking about? We're not gonna leave you here." Sam said. Dean took a deep breath, looking up at me, his voice serious.

"You better take care of that car." He nodded, a small smile spreading across his lips. "Or, I swear, I'll haunt your sexy ass."

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to control my emotions as the tears slipped down my cheeks. I couldn't speak, out of fear that if I did, nothing but sobs would come out.

"That's not funny, Dean." Sam muttered.

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny." Dean said, a smile in his voice.

I could tell he was trying to be brave for us, but instead of his nothing bothers me, not even dying attitude making me feel better, it just made me even angrier.

None of us spoke for a long time as we stared at each other. I could see Sam struggling to hold back his own emotions.

Dean sighed. "Look, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

"Why are you acting like this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice under control.

"Like what?" Dean asked, looking over at me. He tried to pretend he was okay with it all, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

"We still have options." Sam said adamantly looking up at him.

"What options?" Dean asked, his eyebrows raised. "Oh, yeah, burial or cremation."

I felt a wave of anger surge through me, moving quickly to the side of his bed as he stared up at me.

"Don't you fucking talk like that." I said, pointing a finger at him.

"Look, I know it's not easy..." Dean muttered, taking my hand in his. "But I'm gonna die-"

"Dean, don't." I whispered through gritted teeth.

"-and you can't stop it." He finished, staring up at me with that look in his green eyes that clearly told he was scared.

I slammed my fist down on the small table next to him, letting my anger and frustration get the best of me. "Don't say that!"

I pulled my hand out of his – a bit more roughly than I truly wanted to – and made my way outside of the room. I just stared straight a head as I made my way out of the hospital, trying to hold in my tears until I got outside. Once there, I took a deep breath, breathing in the cool fresh air as the tears slid down my cheeks.

I just wanted Dean to give a shit about his own life...was that so bad? Was it selfish of me? I didn't want him to go, I knew I wouldn't be able to live without him. I felt a whole new wave of tears run down my face as I thought of a life without him. I couldn't even fathom it.

I jumped as I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder, glancing behind me to see Sam standing there. Without a word, he opened his arms, pulling me in for a tight hug. I sobbed into his chest, feeling myself break down.

I felt as thought I was usually much stronger, but when it came to Dean...I lost it.

"I'm gonna figure something out, okay?" Sam said with a soft voice, pulling me back slightly.

"Do you really think you could find something?" I asked, sniffling.

"I will." Sam said, his voice strong. "I promise you, I will." I nodded, wiping the tears away as Sam let me go, looking down at me cautiously. "Are you gonna go back up there with him?"

"Of course. I'm not gonna leave him alone." I said.

Sam handed me the keys to the Impala, heading over to the cab that pulled up in front of the hospital. I watched as he left, staying outside for a few more moments. I readied myself, taking a deep breath before I headed back inside.

Dean had turned the TV back on, but was ignoring it completely, staring blankly across the room. I tapped on the door lightly, calling his attention over to me.

"Mind if I come in?" I asked timidly, feeling the regret wash over me for the way I acted before.

"Of course not." He shrugged, wincing a bit as he did so. I could see that he tried to hide it, but I noticed – as always. I slowly made my way over to the chair placed beside him, sitting down.

"Dean-"

"Tori-"

We both started at the same time, shooting small smiles at each other as we shook our heads.

"You go first." Dean nodded.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted before. I shouldn't have yelled like I did. I just- I got upset." I muttered, looking down at my lap.

"Yeah, I- me too. I shouldn't have been so harsh about...you know." Dean apologized. I looked up to see tears in his eyes. "I just don't want you to get your hopes up, Tor. If Sam can't figuring anything out-"

"I know. I know what would happen, Dean." I whispered, holding the tears back.

"I just don't want you to be sad."

"How could I not be sad?"

"I don't know." He sighed, shaking his head. A few beats of heavy silence passed us, when Dean scooted over a bit in the bed, holding his arm out. "Come here."

I glanced down at the empty space beside him, then back up to his face. "Dean, I don't think that's a very good idea."

"Why not? What are the nurses gonna yell at me? I'm dy-" He stopped mid-word as I bit my lip, feeling the tears well up again. "Injured- sick. That's what I was gonna say." Dean corrected with a small, apologetic smile.

I shook my head, a sad smile on my lips. "It's not that, Dean. I-"

"What?"

"I don't want to hurt you." I mumbled, playing with my fingers.

Dean raised an eyebrow, looking over at me. "Well, unless you just gained about a thousand pounds-"

"Hey!" I scoffed, shaking my head. He smirked up at me, a small bit of joy gleaming in his tired eyes.

"Come on." Dean repeated, waving me over. I slowly got up from my chair, cautiously sitting on the very edge of the bed next to him. I glanced back at him, a small smile on my face. "Really, Tori?"

"W-what?"

"Don't make me ask you again." Dean spoke up, his voice suddenly more assertive.

I took a deep breath, still moving slowly as I laid down in his arms. I lightly placed my head on his chest, feeling him take a deep breath.

"See? I'm fine." Dean let out a small sigh, kissing the top of my head. "Even better, actually."

I nodded slightly, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed beneath me. The only reason I regretted doing this was the fact that I could hear his heart beating below my ear.

It wasn't pumping in the strong rhythm I was used to hearing. Instead, it was slow and unsteady. I felt the sobs threatening to break through again, but held them back for his sake. He didn't need that extra stress.

So instead, I close my eyes, trying to focus more on the fact that at least for now...he was here. He was with me, and if I held onto that, everything would be okay.

I looked over at a peaceful looking Dean, he'd finally fallen asleep after complaining to me for hours about being holed up in a stupid hospital room. He'd only been here for four days and was already done with the place. I understood how he was feeling, I really did. I just wish he wouldn't put so much stress on himself.

I had barely left his side the whole time we'd been here and decided to run to the bathroom for a moment. I slowly got up, looking down to see that Dean was still sound asleep before I left the room.

Once in the bathroom, I looked in the small mirror, taking in my appearance. My eyes were red and puffy, along with my cheeks which also had tear stains flowing down them. I quickly took a handful of cold water, rubbing it on my face before drying it with a paper towel.

I tip toed back into Dean's room, just in case he was still asleep and just about got the shock of my life.

Dean was sitting at the foot of the bed, pulling a hoodie on as his nurse stood next to the window behind him, a wheelchair in front of her.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, walking into the room.

"I checked myself out." Dean muttered, glancing up at me before straightening out the hoodie.

"You did what!?" I yelled, my eyes going wide. Dean ignored me, staring down at his feet. I gently grabbed his chin, pulling his face up so he had to look at me.

"I checked myself out."

"I heard you the first time, Winchester. What I want to know is why."

"I'm not spending my last few days, or hours – or whatever, in a hospital." Dean muttered, standing up. He immediately started to wobble, so I quickly held his arms to help steady him.

"This is ridiculous." I said looking over at the nurse. "You're just gonna let him leave like this?"

"He's allowed to check himself out." She mumbled with a shrug.

"That's idiotic. He can barely even stand on his own!" I said, appalled."Well, can I just- I'll just check him back in."

"You can't do that." She said, shaking her head.

"Why not." I hissed through gritted teeth. I was not in the mood to put up with her attitude.

"He's over eighteen and it's what he wants." She droned. "He'd have to be mentally unstable."

I raised an eyebrow. "He just had a massive heard attack and wants to leave the hospital. That strikes you as someone who's mentally sound?"

"Hey." Dean muttered, looking offended. The nurse pursed her lips, shaking her head again.

"Come on, babe. I just wanna go." Dean pleaded, looking down at me with his big green eyes as he gave me that little pout he knew I was a sucker for.

"Fine." I huffed. "You are insane, but fine."

Miss Attitude opened the wheel chair in front of the bed, holding onto it as I helped Dean sit. I moved behind him, shooing her out of the way as I rolled him out of the room.

With a sigh, I unlocked the doors of the Impala, all the while not saying a word to Dean as he stared at me. I wheeled him around to the passenger side of the car, opening the door. I tried to help him up, but he swatted my hand away.

"I got it." Dean huffed, visibly straining as he stood. I felt the fear wash over me, picturing the moment his heart gave out right in front of me. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think of anything else but that.

"Tori?" Dean called out, getting my attention. I opened my eyes, seeing him looking up at me from inside the car. I gave the wheelchair back to the nurse, slipping into the driver seat as I put the key in the ignition, starting the engine.

"Sam is gonna kill me for this." I muttered, pulling out of the parking lot.

"No he won't. There was nothing you could do."

"Yeah, I know that you little shit." I muttered, glancing over at him with a shake of my head. "Why would you pull a move like that, huh?"

"I told you why. I don't want to spend the rest of my time – however long that is – in a hospital." Dean said, placing a hand on my thigh.

I just nodded, not having anything to say. The rest of the drive to the motel was filled with slightly uncomfortable silence. The Winchesters were stubborn. Dean had already made up his mind, and I didn't know what to do. I felt as though there was nothing I could say to him.

A little bit later, I pulled into an empty spot in the parking lot of the motel, getting out of the car to head around to the passenger side. Dean insisted that I didn't need to help him, but as soon as he stood, his knees buckled. I didn't take no for an answer this time, wrapping an arm around his mid-section as we walked to the door. I could feel him trying not to lean on me, even though he needed to. I knocked on the door, hearing Sam's footsteps move inside the room.

"Tori you'll never believe what I f-" Sam stopped, looking over at Dean with wide eyes. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Geez, way to make a guy feel welcome." Dean grumbled.

"He checked himself out." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"What, are you crazy?" Sam asked his brother, helping me get him into the room.

"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Dean said, throwing a wink at me. I shook my head, helping him over to one of the chairs.

Sam huffed out a small laugh, shutting the door. "You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it."

"Yeah, whatever, dude." Dean mumbled, getting a good look at Sam. "Have you even slept? You look worse than me."

"I've been scouring the internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal." Sam said, looking down at Dean.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the many papers strewn around.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."

"You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" Dean huffed. I shot him a look, shaking my head.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period." Sam said adamantly. "We're going, right Tori?"

"Hell yeah." I nodded, staring over at Dean as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Pack your bags, Winchester."

NEBRASKA CHURCH GROUNDS – DAY

I sat behind the wheel again this time, driving over the small gravel road lining the edges of the grounds as rain poured down from the sky. I pulled up next to a few other cars, grabbing the keys out of the ignition as Dean sighed next to me in the passenger seat, glaring at the big white tent set up in the middle of the small clearing.

I had to admit, it looked a bit crazy, but I was willing to try anything to save Dean's life. I got out of the car, stepping onto the muddy ground caused by the rain, watching on as people made their way to the tent with umbrellas.

I walked around the front of the car, opening the door for Dean before he could. He rolled his eyes at me, just about to pull himself out of the car when Sam tried to help lift him out. "I got you."

"I got it." Dean muttered angrily, pushing Sam's hands away.

Sam sighed, glancing up at me with a small shake of his head. The three of us started walking towards the tent. I didn't give Dean the chance to object as I wrapped an arm around his middle, trying to support him as much as he'd allow me.

"Man, you are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor." Dean complained, still glaring at the tent.

"I believe I said a specialist." Sam said, a small smirk on his face. "Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal."

Dean shook his head. "I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."

An older looking woman with long gray hair passed by us, her umbrella almost smacking me in the face. "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."

"Yeah, that's nice." Dean muttered rudely. We walked a few more feet, passing a disgruntled sounding man, who was arguing with a Sheriff.

"I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money."

"Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it." The Sheriff said, leading the man away.

"I take it he's not part of the flock." I said, watching them leave.

"When people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam said, looking over at me.

"But come on, Sam, a faith healer?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean." I mumbled.

"You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on."

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

"Exactly. We see them, we know there real." Dean argued.

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

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

"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." A blonde woman said, walking up next to Sam.

I stared straight ahead, not needing to look at Dean to know he had a smirk on his face and was about to hit on her.

"Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject." Dean muttered, stopping dead in his tracks, causing me to jerk backwards as I held onto him.

She laughed lightly, looking up at Dean. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"I'm Dean." He said, shaking her hand. "This is Sam. That's Tori."

"I'm Layla." She smiled. "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"

"Well, apparently these two believe enough for all of us." Dean chuckled, shooting me a look. An older woman walked over to us, wrapping an arm around Layla's shoulders.

"Come on, Layla. It's about to start." She muttered, leading the girl away. I watched Dean stare after Layla out of the corner of my eye.

"Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways."

"Just know that I'm only letting that one slide because you're feeling the way you are. When you get better, I'm gonna smack the shit out of you." I said, looking up at Dean with narrowed eyes. He shot me a small apologetic smile as I pulled him into the tent, not feeling like spending another second wasting time.

The three of us made our way inside as everyone mulled around, finding their seats.

"Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over." Dean muttered, looking up at the corner of the tent. Sam and I followed his gaze to a small security camera hooked up there.

"Come on." Sam said, gently pulling Dean to one of the front rows.

"Don't!" Dean whisper-yelled, pulling back. "What are you doing? Let's sit here."

Dean nodded to the empty chairs in the back of the tent, trying to drag me over there. I quickly pulled him back to my side, shaking my head.

"We're sitting up front."

"What? Why?" Dean asked, glancing down at me as Sam dragged him to the front again.

"Come on."

"Oh, come on, Sam." Dean said with a low growl as he looked around, seeming uncomfortable.

"You alright?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I'm fine. This is ridiculous." Dean muttered, slapping his brothers hands away again. "I'm good, dude, get off me."

Sam pointed to a few empty seats behind that Layla girl, and who I assumed was her mother. "Perfect."

"Yeah, perfect." Dean mumbled sarcastically. The three of us made our way to the seats, Sam moving in first, then me – leaving the isle seat for Dean, who seemed to be getting more and more annoyed with Sam and I as the minutes passed.

"You take the aisle." I said. Dean huffed, shaking his head at me.

I attempted to help him sit down, to which he quickly threw his hand up, all but shoving me away from him. I narrowed my eyes at him, pushing him down into the chair with a glare as he shook his head.

He has to learn to not let his pride get in the way all the time.

From the right side of the stage, an older looking man wearing sunglasses walked up with the help of a woman – who stayed next to him as he stood in front of the podium.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news." He said, nodding to the woman next to him. "Never seems good, does it?" He asked. The crown all murmured quiet agreements in response.

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

The crowd around us erupted with cheers and quiet murmurs, agreeing with the man. I glanced around the small stage, noticing a few religious items laying there. One cross in particular caught my eye...it seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"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."

"Yeah, and into their wallets." Dean muttered, leaning in to my side. I shot him a look, shaking my head.

"You think so, young man?" He asked. The crowd fell silent at the sound of the man's voice, all their eyes landing on Dean.

"Sorry." Dean apologized, glancing over at me.

"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." He joked. "What's your name, son?"

Dean glanced over at me nervously. I nodded encouragingly, watching as he cleared his throat. "Dean."

"Dean..." The man nodded, seeming to think something over. "I want- I want you to come up here with me."

I looked over at Dean as he shrunk back into his seat a bit. Sue Ann moved to the center of the stage, smiling over at us.

Dean shook his head with a small smile. "No, it's okay."

"What are you doing!?" I whispered, glaring over at him. Sam shook his head, glancing over at his brother with an annoyed look.

"You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" T asked.

"Well, yeah, but uh..." Dean hesitated again, as the crowd started clapping, calling out words of encouragement. "Maybe you should just pick someone else."

I glanced over at Sam, who was staring at his brother like he'd lost his mind. I wanted to just drag Dean up there myself.

"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did." Roy said, holding a hand out. The crowd suddenly got ten times louder, clapping excitedly.

"Get up there!" Sam exclaimed with a big smile.

"Go Dean." I murmured, looking into his eyes. "Please, for me?"

Dean nodded, standing, he slowly made he way towards the stage. Sue Ann walked down the few steps to help Dean the rest of the way, placing him in front of Roy.

"You ready?" Roy asked, turning to face Dean.

"Look, no disrespect, but ah, I'm not exactly a believer." Dean muttered. A small smile spread across Roy's face.

"You will be, son. You will be." He turned towards the crowd slightly. "Pray with me, friends."

Everyone lifted their arms up, holding hands with each other. I watched on as Roy lifted his hands in the air as well, slowly placing one on Dean's shoulder, then the other on the side of his head.

"Alright now. Alright now." Roy muttered to himself.

I started to get a bit worried, sitting up in my seat as Dean's legs wobbled, causing him to sink to his knees. Suddenly, Dean collapsed onto the stage floor.

"Dean!" I yelled out, quickly running over there. I bent down next to him, placing a hand on his chest as the crowd starting clapping furiously, cheering.

Sam bent down on Dean's other side, grabbing the front of his hoodie. Dean's eyes suddenly snapped open, they were slightly glazed over as he stared past us, behind Roy. I followed his gaze, but saw nothing there.

HOSPITAL - DAY

We were back at the hospital again, the three of us crammed into the small check up room as we waited for the doctor.

"So, you really feel okay?" I asked, looking into his eyes. They seemed a lot brighter than they did the past couple days, and I could only hope that was because whatever Roy had done, actually worked.

Dean looked away from me, an unhappy look on his face. "I feel fine, Tori."

The doctor entered the room, looking over the papers in her hands. "Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange – it does happen."

"What do you mean, strange?" Dean asked.

"Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack." She said.

Dean nodded. "Thanks, Doc."

"No problem." She muttered, leaving the room.

"That's odd." Dean said, looking up at me.

"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, Dean."

He shook his head. "No, they don't."

"Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth?" Sam asked. "Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?".

"Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why."

"What feeling?" I asked.

"When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold." Dean said, glancing up at me. "And for a second...I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, it was a spirit."

"But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately." Sam shrugged.

"Well, excuse me, psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one." Dean muttered, raising an eyebrow. "Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this."

Sam sighed, glancing over at me. "Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?"

"I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. I'm gonna visit the reverend." Dean said, hopping down from the table.

"I'm coming with you. You know, just in case." I shrugged, watching him closely.

"Of course you are." Dean smirked, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "Wouldn't want it any other way."

ROY LEGRANGE'S HOUSE – DAY

I sat next to Dean on the small couch in the center of Roy's living room. The sun filtered in through the windows, illuminating the small area around us as Sue Ann filled up the glasses in front of us with water.

"I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened." Dean said.

"A miracle is what happened. Well, miracles come so often around Roy." Sue Ann said, patting her husbands arm as she sat next to him.

"When did they start?" I asked. "The miracles."

"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 explained.

I was a bit taken aback, glancing over Sue Ann as she smiled at her husband. That certainly was a miracle...

Roy had a small grin on his face as he pulled off the dark glasses he wore, revealing white eyes. "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it."

Dean glanced over at me, looking back at Roy. "And suddenly you could heal people."

"I discovered it afterward, yes. God's blessed me in many ways."

"And his flock just swelled overnight." Sue Ann nodded. "And this is just the beginning."

"Can I ask you one last question?" Dean asked, looking over me, a guilty look in his eyes.

"Of course you can." Roy muttered, slipping his glasses back in place.

"Why? Why me?" Dean asked, his voice breaking slightly. "Out of all the sick people, why save me?"

I looked towards the window, catching Sue Ann's eyes for a moment. She raised her eyebrow slightly at Dean, probably wondering why he'd even question something like this. She didn't know how terrible he felt though.

Roy sighed. "Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest."

"What did you see in my heart?"

"A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished." Roy said. I looked over at Dean, seeing the slight shock on his face.

A little bit later, Dean and I thanked Roy and Sue Ann once again for speaking to us on such short notice, following Sue Ann back to the front door. As Dean and I stepped outside, Layla walked up to the desk, smiling up at us.

"Hey."

"HI Layla." I smiled, watching as her mother glared at Dean with a sour look on her face.

"Hey," Dean muttered, looking uncomfortable.

"How you feeling?" She asked, looking at Dean with concerned eyes.

"I feel good. Cured, I guess." Dean nodded with a shrug. "What are you doing here?"

"You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend."

Sue Ann opened the front door, stepping out with an apologetic look on her face. "Layla?"

"Yes, I'm here again." Layla muttered softly.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now."

Layla's mother stepped in front of her daughter. "Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time, he's got to see us."

"Roy is well aware of Layla's situation. And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." Sue Ann muttered, turning to head back inside her home without another word.

Layla's mother narrowed her eyes, turning to Dean. "Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted."

"Mom. Stop." Layla said, shaking her head at her mother.

"No, Layla, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you. Strangers who don't even believe. I just can't pray any harder."

Dean glanced down at me before looking over at Layla. "Layla, what's wrong?"

She hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I have this thing..."

"It's a brain tumor." Her mother said, tears forming in her eyes. "It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say..." Layla's mother paused, looking down as Layla placed a hand on her mothers shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Dean muttered, looking down.

Layla looked up at us, a sweet smile on her face. "It's okay."

"No. It isn't." Her mother said, getting frustrated as she glared up at Dean. "Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?"

I narrowed my eyes at the woman, trying to hold myself back from lashing out at her. I felt bad for Layla, I truly did. But it wasn't Dean's fault that Roy hadn't done anything for her.

I watched on as Layla shot us an apologetic look before following her mother down the steps.

Dean just stood there, staring after them with the most guilt ridden expression I had ever seen. I'm sure the wheels were spinning in his mind, the only thing he was probably thinking of right now was that she was right.

But she wasn't. Dean deserved to live just as much as anyone else. He deserved his life. With a sigh, I took his arm, pulling him back to the car as he stared back at Roy's home.

IMPALA – DAY

"Stop it." I said, staring out the window as we sped past the trees. Dean had been rather quiet since we'd left Roy's house, and I knew exactly why.

"Stop what?" Dean asked, a confused look on his face.

"I know what you're thinking right now. So, stop it." I muttered, crossing my arms.

Dean shook his head. "You have no idea what I'm thinking about."

"Oh, I don't? So you're not thinking about what Layla's mother said?"

I saw his hands tighten on the steering wheel out of the corner of my eye, his lips pursed. "No."

I rolled my eyes, seeing right through his lie. "Dean, it's not true."

"Layla deserves to live."

"And so do you."

Dean just shook his head, not saying another word. I let it go, leaning back on the headrest.

How he was acting was really scaring me to be honest. I mean, I knew Dean wasn't a selfish person. He'd literally give his life for the people he truly cared about. But the fact that he thought another person's life was more valuable than his own, that he wasn't worth being saved...

It bothered me so much because he couldn't be more wrong.

MOTEL

Dean pulled in front of the motel, jumping out of the car quickly. I followed at a bit slower pace, pulling my jacket off as I entered the room. Dean thew his keys on the bed, looking over at Sam expectantly.

"What'd you find out?"

Sam glanced up from the laptop screen in font of him, his voice low. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what?" Dean asked, moving over to the small table. I stayed back, throwing myself down on the bed.

"Marshall Hall died at four-seventeen."

"The exact time I was healed." Dean muttered, stunned.

Great, as if he needed another reason to feel guilty.

"Yeah. So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time." Sam said, glancing over at me.

I couldn't believe it. What was the point of healing someone just to kill a random person from the same ailment?

Dean sat down next to Sam, shaking his head. "Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?"

"Somehow." Sam nodded. "LeGrange...he's trading a life for another."

"Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" Dean asked, getting upset. I got up from my spot on the bed, moving behind him.

"Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway...and someone else would've been healed." I said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You never should've brought me here." Dean muttered, shaking his head.

"Dean, I was just trying to save your life." Sam said, glancing up at me.

"But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me."

"I didn't know."

I sat next to Dean, taking a deep breath. "What need to figure out now is how Roy is doing this. How is he trading a life for a life?"

"Oh, he's not doing it." Dean said. "Something else is doing it for him."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"The old man I saw on stage. I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew."

"Knew what?" I asked, looking at him as he stood up. "What are you talking about?"

"There's only one thing that can give and take life like that."

Sam and I shared a confused glance, looking back up at Dean.

"We're dealing with a reaper." Dean said with a nod.

I raised an eyebrow. "You really think it's The Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul...the whole deal?"

"No, no, no, not the reaper, a reaper." Dean said. "There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by a hundred different names, it's possible that there's more than one of them."

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam said, glancing up at his brother disbelievingly.

"What, you think he should've been working the whole black robe thing?" Dean asked, throwing his arms to the side "You said it yourself that the clock stopped right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they're coming at you which is why I could see it and you couldn't."

"Maybe." Sam shrugged.

"There's nothing else it could be. The question is how is Roy controlling the damn thing?"

"That cross." I muttered, rushing over to my bag. I pulled out the small pack of cards with a slight laugh as I realized where I remembered it from.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over at me as I skimmed through the deck.

"There was this cross, I noticed it in the church and I knew I had seen it before...but I didn't remember where." I said, holding up the one card. "Here."

Dean walked over to me, plucking the thin card from my fingers. "A Tarot?"

"It makes sense." I nodded. "Tarot dates back to the early christian era, right? When some priests were still using magic and a few of them veered into the dark stuff, necromancy and how to push death away...how to cause it."

"So Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?"

"If he is, he's riding a whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white." I muttered.

"Okay, then we stop Roy." Dean said, leaning against the dresser.

"How?" Sam asked incredulously.

"You know how."

"Wait, Dean, we can't kill Roy." I said, shuffling the deck of cards nervously in my hands.

"The guys playing God. He's deciding who lives and who dies, that's a monster in my book." Dean shrugged.

"No. We're not going to kill a human being, Dean. We do that, we're no better than he is." Sam argued.

"Okay, we cant kill Roy, we can't kill death." Dean rolled his eyes slightly, sighing. "Any bright ideas college boy?"

"Okay." Sam nodded, ignoring Dean's jab. "Uh, if Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta...figure out what it is. And how to break it."

CHURCH GROUNDS

I bounced in the backseat of the Impala as Dean drove over the uneven gravel road leading up to the tent. He parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition as Sam looked over at him.

"If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book."

"See if you can find it." Dean said, looking down at his watch. "Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I'll try to stall Roy."

We got out of the car, passing the same protestor from the other day, who was now holding a small stack of papers in his hand.

"Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's no healer." He said, handing a leaflet to Dean.

"Amen Brother." Dean nodded, taking the paper.

"You keep up the good work." I muttered, passing by him.

"Thank you." He said, grinning down at me.

Dean headed into the tent as Sam and I veered off to Roy and Sue Ann's house. We crept up the steps quietly, trying not to make any noise. I stood behind Sam as he picked the lock, peaking into the house. A few moments passed before he started to move inside, motioning for me to follow as I led the way to the bookshelves in the living room.

I looked around at all the books covered in dust, noticing there was one that was perfectly clean and quickly picked it up.

Encyclopedia of British History.

I flipped through it, finding nothing of importance. As I went to put it back, I noticed there was a smaller book hidden behind the one I'd picked up. I grab it, opening it to see a picture of a skeleton reaper and another of the wooden cross I'd seen on the stage the other day.

"Hey, look." Sam said, calling me over to him. I brought the small book over, looking at what he had in his hands. There were a few newspaper clippings about the people who'd died over the past few days.

The first was of the man that died at the same time Dean was healed, who was apparently an openly gay teacher. The other was of a woman, who was an abortion rights advocate and the third one he handed me was of the man who was protesting outside.

I shared a look with Sam, quickly pulling out my phone to call Dean. Thankfully, he answered on the first ring.

"What have you got?"

"Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral." I explained. "I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protestor?"

"What, the guy in the parking lot?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?"

"Okay." Dean muttered, hanging up the phone. Sam and I quickly put everything back in it's place, heading outside to find the protestor.

CHURCH TENT
DPOV

I stood towards the back of the tent, waiting for the moment that I had to jump in. I hated having to do this more than anything, but it's the right thing to do...I think.

"Layla. Layla Rourke. Come up here child." Roy muttered.

Oh, come on. No.

The crowd started applauding, cheering Layla on as she stood with a big smile on her face. She turned to hug her mother, who looked even happier.

I can't do this.

"I love you child." Layla's mother whispered into her daughters ear.

"Oh man." I mumbled, hating myself for what I was about to do. With a huff, I grabbed Layla's arm as she walked past me. "Layla, listen to me. You can't go up there."

She furrowed her brow, looking up at me. "Why not? We've waited for months!"

"You can't let Roy heal you."

"I don't understand, Roy healed you didn't he? Why can't you let him try?" She asked, confusion in her eyes.

"'Cause if you do something bad is going to happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me."

She looked up into my eyes for a moment, thinking over what I was saying.

Sue Ann held her hand out with a smile. "Layla."

"Please." I muttered. Layla glanced over at Sue Ann's outstretched hand before turning to her mother, who nodded at her, a small smile on her face.

Layla glanced back up at me, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."

"Layla." I called out as she walked away. "Layla!"

Sue Ann flashed a big smile at her, wrapping an arm around Layla's shoulders as she led her to the center of the stage. "Dear child!"

The crowed clapped as Roy made his way over to Layla, placing a hand on her face. "I knew the Lord was planning. I knew it was just a matter of time."

I sighed, standing beside Layla's mother, who was crying with tears of joy that her daughter was finally going to be saved.

CAR PARK
TPOV

Sam and I searched in between the cars parked around the grounds, looking for the man. I moved in between a few more cars, not finding any luck. Sam popped his head up from behind one of the trucks, a questioning look in his eyes. I shrugged, shaking my head to tell him I hadn't found the man.

"Help!"

My eyes went wide as I followed the direction the voice came from, Sam not too far behind me. The two of us quickly searched in between the cars, finally finding the man running away from something we couldn't see.

"Help! Help me please!"

"Where is he!?" I asked, watching as the man looked around frantically.

"Right there!" He pointed, grabbing onto Sam's shoulder.

"Fine, come on." Sam said, pulling him in the other direction.

CHURCH TENT
DPOV

I watched on as Roy was about to lay his hands on Layla's face. She looked so grateful. I shook my head at myself, getting even angrier for what I was about to do.

Man, this is a whole new level of shitty.

"Fire! Hurry, tent's on fire!" I yelled, moving towards the back of the tent. Sue Ann scanned the crowd suspiciously, moving over to her husbands side.

"No! No, please. Please don't stop. Reverend, please, please!" Layla's mother cried, making her way to the stage. "Please don't stop, please!"

"Friends, if you'd all just leave the tent in an orderly fashion...and we'll, uh, and we'll figure out what's going on out there and we'll come back." Roy said, addressing the crowd.

I pulled out my phone, dialing Tori's number. She answer quickly, her breathing sounding labored.

"I did it, I stopped Roy." I muttered into the phone.

CAR PARK
TPOV

I held the phone to my ear, leaning over on one of the cars as I tried to catch my breath.

"Okay." I muttered into the phone, looking back at Sam. "Dean stopped it."

"David, I think it's okay." Sam said, looking over at him.

David nodded, looking around when suddenly, he pointed right in front of us, fear taking over his expression. "No!"

My eyes went wide. "Dean it didn't work. The reaper's still coming!"

CHURCH TENT
DPOV

"I'm telling you, Dean, it didn't work! Roy must not be the one controlling this thing" Tori said, her breathing coming out quickly.

"Then who the hell is?" I asked, looking around the now cleared out tent. I spotted Sue Ann kneeling down in one of the back corners. "Sue Ann."

I quickly hung up without another word, running over to her. I grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around as she gasped, holding the cross on her necklace that was the same as the one Tori had seen earlier, between her fingers.

Sue Ann quickly tucked it away in her shirt, opening her eyes wide before she started shouting. "Help! Help me!"

I backed away, shaking my head at her as two sheriffs rushed in, dragging me outside.

CAR PARK
TPOV

Sam and I watched completely and totally helpless as David sank to his knees, gasping for breath as he turned blue, when suddenly he fell to his side on the ground. Sam and I exchanged a look, quickly bending down to help him up.

"Thank God." David muttered, looking up at us.

CHURCH TENT ENTRANCE
DPOV

The cops roughly pushed me outside, with Sue Ann following close behind. I shook their hands off, turning to face her.

"I just don't understand. After everything we've done for you. After Roy healed you. I'm just very, very disappointed Dean."

I just shook my head, staring at her. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of me saying anything.

"You can let him go." She nodded. "I'm not gonna press charges. The Lord will deal with him as he sees fit."

Sue Ann turned, heading back in the tent as one of the cops took a step closer to me. "We catch you round here again son, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand?"

"Yes sir, fear of god." I muttered with a nod. "Got it."

I turned around, about to head over to the car when I saw Layla standing a few feet away.

I slowly walked up to her. "Layla?"

"Why would you do that Dean?" She asked, looking up at me with sad eyes. "It could have been my only chance."

"He's not a healer."

"He healed you."

"I know it doesn't seem fair, and I wish I could explain. But Roy is not the answer, I'm sorry."

Layla shook her head, walking away from me. "Good Bye Dean."

This just wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair.

Layla turned around, looking over at me. "I wish you luck. I really do."

"Same to you." I muttered, my voice cracking bit. Layla nodded, turning to walk away. "You deserve it a lot more than me."

I walked past Roy and Sue Ann as they were speaking to Layla and her mother, making my way over to Tori and Sam. I knew right away that Tori could tell there was something wrong, just by the way she looked at me. I wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly to my side.

"Private session tonight, no interruptions. I give you my word, I'll heal your daughter." Roy said, holding Layla's hand.

"Thank you reverend." Layla's mother said. "God bless you."

MOTEL ROOM
TPOV

I sat cross legged in the middle of one of the beds, watching as Dean paced back and forth in front of it. Sam was sitting on the other bed, shaking his head.

"So, Roy really believes."

"I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing." Dean muttered.

"Well, I found this." I said, handing the small book to Dean. "Hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper."

"Must be a hell of a spell."

"Yeah." I nodded.

"You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preachers wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil." Sam said.

"She was desperate." I muttered, letting my eyes drift over Dean as I looked to Sam. "Her husband was dying, she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy."

"Cheating death, literally."

"Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why is she still using the spell?" Dean asked, looking over at me.

"To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral." I shrugged.

"May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work."

"We gotta break that binding spell, Dean." Sam said, looking over at his brother.

"You know Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this." Dean said, pointing to the small picture in the book. "When she dropped it the reaper backed off."

"So you think we gotta find the cross or destroy the alter?" Sam asked.

"Maybe both. Whatever we do we better do it soon, or he's healing Layla tonight." Dean muttered, closing the book shut with a snap.

CHURCH GROUNDS, CAR PARK – NIGHT

"That's Layla's car." Sam pointed out. "She's already here."

"Yeah." Dean muttered sadly, staring out the window.

Sam took a breath, looking over at his brother. "Dean-"

"You know if Roy would've picked Layla instead of me, she'd be here right now." Dean said, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. "And if she's not healed tonight she's gonna die in a couple of months."

"What's happening to her is horrible." I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself Dean, you can't play God."

Dean waited for a few moments before getting out of the car in silence. I glanced over at Sam, exchanging a worried look before following him out. The three of us peeked inside the tent, watching as Roy spoke to a small group of people.

"Gather round, please everyone, gather round. Come in closer, come on up."

"Where's Sue Ann?" Dean asked.

"House?" I muttered with a shrug as the three of us quietly made our way to the house. Just before we got to the deck, two sheriff's stepped around one of the cars, speaking to each other. Thankfully, they didn't see us.

"Go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up." Dean said, pushing Sam and I away.

Sam glanced back at his brother, a confused look on his face. "What are you gonna-"

"Hey!" Dean yelled suddenly, getting the attention of the two cops. Sam and I quickly realized what he was doing, making our way over to the house.

"You gonna put that fear of God in me?" Dean called out, quickly running in the other direction.

Sam and I made our way inside the house as quietly as possible, moving along the wall in the darkness. Sam poked my arm to get my attention as he nodded to the light flickering from underneath the basement door. I quietly opened the door, tip toeing down the steps as Sam followed.

At the bottom, I saw an alter covered with various black magic items. Dead animals, jars of blood, horns. In the middle sat a picture of Dean taken on the first day we came, before he was healed, his face crossed out with blood.

"I gave him life and I can take it away." Sue Ann muttered from the top of the stairs, starling us. Sam quickly pushed over the alter as I ran for Sue Ann. She quickly shut the door in my face, locking it.

"Can't you see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And Dean is wicked and he deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live." Sue Ann shouted through the door. "It is God's will."

"Screw you, bitch!" I yelled.

"Goodbye." Sue Ann muttered, her footsteps getting further and further away.

Sam looked around the basement as I leaned on the railing, kicking at the doorknob. A few minutes had passed when I heard glass breaking. I rushed back down the steps, seeing Sam smashing the small window with a block of wood.

"Good job, Sam." I smiled at him.

Sam grinned back at me before hitting it once more, clearing the opening of all the glass. Sam lifted me up, helping me out of the window. Once I was on my feet, I reached back in, pulling him out and the two of us ran towards the tent, splitting up to try and find Sue Ann faster.

I stepped around one of the cars, hearing chanting in the distance. I moved a few more feet, seeing Sue Ann kneeling on the ground, holding the cross to her lips. I quickly ran over, grabbing it from her hands before she could stop me. Sue Ann gasped, looking up at me with wide eyes as I threw the cross to the ground, breaking the small vial of blood that was sitting inside it.

"My God, what have you done!" She shrieked, staring down at the blood absorbing into the ground.

"He's not your God." I muttered, staring down at her as she glanced up at me.

I watched on as her eyes drifted behind me, suddenly going wide with fear. She quickly stood, trying to run away, but something knocked her down to her knees. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her skin turned blue and she started gasping for air before falling over, convulsing on the ground.

I saw Sam appear in the distance, watching the whole thing. I moved around Sue Ann's body and made my way over to him.

"Is she-"

"She's dead." I nodded, walking away to find Dean. Sam and I approached the Impala, finding Dean standing by the driver side already. I quickly ran up to him, throwing my arms around him. He immediately held onto me tightly.

"You okay?" I asked, pulling back.

"Hell of a week."Dean shook his head, looking down at me with sad eyes. I nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Come on. We should get going." Sam said, getting into the car.

MOTEL ROOM
DPOV

Sam had gone out for something, so it was just Tori and I in the room at the moment. I just sat on the bed, staring out into nothing. I felt like absolute shit right now. Layla should've been saved tonight.

I felt the bed dip down beside me as Tori sat next to me, running a her fingers through my hair.

"What is it?" She asked, looking down at me.

I didn't want her to worry anymore than she already had this past week, so I just shook my head. "Nothing."

Tori sighed, gently placing hand on my cheek, turning me to face her. "What is it?"

"We did the right thing here didn't we?" I asked, looking up into her soft hazel eyes.

"Of course we did."

"Then why doesn't it feel that way?"

Tori looked down at the bed, not saying anything when there was a small knock at the door, calling our attention.

Tori leaned down, placing a kiss on my lips before standing up. "I got it."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she opened the door. Sam was standing there, with Layla next to him.

"Hey..." Tori muttered, a bit shocked. "Layla, come on in."

"Hey." Layla smiled, passing Tori. Sam lingered in the hallway whispering something to Tori, who shook her head at whatever it was that he said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, standing as Layla walked over to me.

"Sam, he said you...wanted to say goodbye?" She said, smiling up at me. I glanced past her at Sam, who was trying to drag Tori out of the room with a sheepish look on his face.

"We're gonna...grab some soda." Sam muttered, pulling an upset looking Tori out of the room.

HALLWAY
TPOV

I pulled my arm out of Sam's grasp with a huff as he closed the door.

"Sam, this is only going to make him feel worse."

"Maybe it'll make him feel better..."

I folded my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know your brother at all?"

MOTEL ROOM
DPOV

"So, uh. Where are you going?" Layla asked, looking up at me.

"Don't know yet." I shrugged. "Our work kinda takes us all over."

"You know...I went back to see Roy."

"What happened?"

Layla gently sat down on the edge of the bed, shaking her head. "Nothing. He laid his hands on my forehead but nothing happened."

"I'm sorry." I apologized, sitting next to her. "I'm sorry it didn't work."

"And Sue Ann. She's dead you know? Stroke." Layla said.

"Yeah, I heard. You know Roy's a good man. He doesn't deserve what's happened." I mumbled, looking over at Layla. "Must be rough. To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you."

"You wanna hear something weird?" She asked, smiling over at me. I nodded. "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."

"So what now?"

"God works in mysterious ways." She said, gently laying a hand on the side of my face. "Goodbye, Dean."

I sat there as she got up, slowly moving towards the door. I took a deep breath, standing up. "Well, I'm not much of the praying type...but, I'm gonna pray for you."

Layla turned, tears in her eyes. "Well, there's a miracle right there."

I watched as she left, closing the door behind her. A few moments later, Tori and Sam came back into the room, but I didn't move from the spot I was in. I still felt guilty, but I didn't want to show it in front of Tori, even though I knew she could tell. She placed a hand on my chest, looking up into my eyes. I leaned down, placing a kiss on her forehead as Sam watched on in silence.

A little while later, I was laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, listening to the soft breaths Tori took as she slept on my chest. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

I don't really know what I'm doing here, so, go easy on me. Listen, Layla's a good person. She waited so long for something she believed in, just to have it taken from her. If anyone deserves life, it's her. Just, please – save her.

...amen.

As per-usual, I'm gonna go back and check later for any mistakes and stuff. Next chapter is Route 666. I know someone was excited for that one, but there are still some things I have to figure out (and I'm honestly putting it off, because it's like my least favorite episode of the first season lol) but hopefully it'll be up by this weekend, if not before!

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