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The tent gave him shivers. He didn't want to be here. He did make a somewhat promise to Callie to at least try though. There were so many people packed into the small tent that Dean felt a little awkward. He looked around and noticed security cameras in the corners. Peace and love my arse. He thought to himself. He went to sit down but a hand grabbed him and pulled him back up.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked his brother as Sam all but dragged him down the aisle.
"We are sitting up front. Callie already has found us a seat." Sam staged whispered. "You might want to apologies as well."
"For what?" Dean reeled back in confusion.
"For being a douche and flirting with a girl right in front of your girlfriend?" Sam raised an eyebrow in a 'duh' motion. Dean frowned.
"Callie isn't my girlfriend anymore, considering she has no idea who I am!"
"Somehow I don't think Callie sees it that way. She looked pretty pissed off." Before Dean could argue further, they had reached Callie. Sam was right. She looked pissed. Her arms were crossed and she had what Dean affectionately called the 'bitch pout'.
"You better sit there Sam. She looks like she'll attack me." Dean mumbled, pushing Sam to sit next to the angry woman. Callie rolled her eyes and huffed before looking straight ahead. Dean made a mental note to apologies as soon as possible…even if he wasn't 100% sure on what he did wrong.
As Roy went on and on about the good of God, Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was a waste of time. The amount of phonies pulling this crap that they have busted on the TV was insanely high. It was just a scam to get money.
"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."
"And their wallets." Dean couldn't help but whisper to Sam.
"You think so?" Roy suddenly turned to Dean who swallowed loudly and mumbled out a meek "Sorry."
"Don't be. Just be careful around blind men…we got real good ears. What's your name?"
"Dean." He barked feeling well and truly awkward. Roy nodded.
"Come on up here Dean."
"No I am good thanks." Dean cleared his throat. Sam turned and stared at him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Sam snapped.
"I don't want to go up there Sam!"
"You came to be healed no?" Roy asked as the crowd started to get louder.
"Um…I guess?" Dean felt himself turn red. "Maybe you should pick someone else though."
"I didn't pick you boy the Lord did now get up here." Roy laughed. The crowd cheered and clapped its approval. Sam all but pushed him out of his chair. He turned to Callie who smiled softly and nodded.
"What the hell right?" She said shrugging. Dean nodded and made his way slowly to the stage.
"I don't like this Sam." Callie whispered to Sam as Roy put his hands on Dean. "I have a really bad feeling about this whole thing." Sam patted her arm.
"It may work it may not. I am willing to try everything though." He nodded and turned back to the stage. The crowd around them began to chant and pray. It sent shivers down Callie's spine. She was a believer…to a point. But this just smelt crazy. She gasped as Dean fell to his knees.
"Dean!" She called in fear as she watched almost in slow motion as he fell back on the stage floor. Sam called out and tried to move to his brother but Callie beat him to it. The crowd cheered and clapped loudly but Callie could only see Dean. She pulled herself on stage and pulled Deans head on to her lap.
"Dean? Come on say something!" She all but yelled tapping his face. His eyes shot open and he gasped. Callie felt the band on her heart loosen.
"You ok?" She whispered. Dean didn't answer; he was too busy staring at Roy almost in horror. "Come on. I'm taking you to a hospital." It was time to see a real bloody doctor. No more spiritual crap.
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"Are you sure you feel okay?" Sam asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Yes Sam. I am fine!" Dean snapped.
"Then why aren't you happy about it all?" He was saved from answering when Callie entered holding the paperwork. She hadn't said a word since they left the tent but kept a hold of him in some way…holding his shoulder, hand before they got to the hospital where she demanded a series of tests STAT. He had chuckled at the word use and could have sworn he saw her smile to in remembrance of that conversation that started all this. Whatever this was.
"What's the verdict Doc?" Dean joked. Callie frowned and shook her head.
"I…I'm lost. There are no signs of any aneurysms. Your aorta and arteries are completely clear; your myocardium looks brand new." She looked up and shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you."
"How about all that in English?" Dean winked. Rolling her eyes Callie huffed and put the chart down.
"It means that your heart looks like it never was hurt. You are fine." She leant against the wall and threw up her hands. "100% brand new." Sam turned to him with a huge smile and clapped him on the back.
"See? And you doubted me!" he laughed but Dean ignored him. There was more to the story that was bugging Callie.
"What is it?" Dean asked, picking up on her mood. She was biting her lip and tapping her foot. Clear signs there were something big on her mind.
"I am overwhelmingly happy that you are okay Dean. Don't think I am not. It's just… I heard from one of the nurses that a twenty seven year old man had a heart attack yesterday out of the blue. Nothing wrong with him now or ever just…bam."
"You think it's fishy?" Dean asked. Callie looked at him then sighed again.
"Yeah I do."
"People's hearts give out all the time though." Sam argued. "Do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?"
"I can't shake this feeling ok? And either can Callie." Both brothers turned to the young nurse.
"I told you something didn't feel right in the tent. Then this? Come on Sam, it's a massive a coincidence."
"What feeling?" Sam turned to Dean.
"When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second...I saw someone. This old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit or something. Can you just trust me on this?" Sam nodded and took a deep breath. His older brother knew more about following gut feelings than he did.
"Okay. So what do we do?"
"I want you to check out the heart attack guy. Callie…"
"I'll come with you. Two minds are better than one with someone who might be messing around with spirit crap." Callie pushed off the wall and crossed her arms, daring him to argue. He held back a grin. She was really into this whole hunt thing.
"Okay. We'll meet back at the hotel. Keep your phone on and get all you can." Dean nodded to Sam who nodded in response. "Come on Nurse. Let's get some answers out of this reverend."
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Callie was quiet on the drive back to the hotel. Dean didn't like it. They had played the perfect part back at the reverends. She was the meek grateful girlfriend of the man they had just saved. Sue Ann and Roy lapped her up like she was the best thing since Jesus. Even he was impressed with her acting skills. She should be happy but if anything she looked worried. He didn't mind the excuse to cuddle up and randomly touch her.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours sugar?" he asked, turning down the radio. She didn't answer him.
"Callie?" he nudged her hip with the back of his hand. "Can you hear me?"
"I can hear you fine." She replied. He frowned. She sounded pissed.
"What have I done now?" He asked. It took her a few minutes to response.
"Why do you hate yourself so much?" she asked finally turning to face him. "Why don't you think you deserve anything good?" he was shocked.
"Where did this come from?" he asked buying time. This wasn't the first time that they had had this conversation. Last time, it ended up with Dean storming out and not coming home for two months and Callie throwing her cake tins at his head when he finally came crawling back. It also opened a massive chick flick moment heart to heart thing where it was messy and tears and just…not a great memory although the makeup sex was pretty mind blowing.
"You didn't think you deserved to be saved and when Roy tried to make you see that you do, you just…shut down. Like what the hell Dean?" She turned in the seat to face him. "I don't know what kinda messed up childhood you had other than what you have told me but you matter. To Sammy, to your dad wherever the hell the bastard is…to me."
"Excuse me if I don't like people dying for me when it's my time." He snarked.
"Oh you are so full of shit! You don't believe that crap." She rolled her eyes and righted herself in the seat. Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Excuse me? What do you thin…"
"Seriously? You believe in 'it's my time so I am happy to die?' Really? So say if it was Sam's time to die, you'd be cool with that?" Callie snapped. This was going to end badly.
"I would probably…"
"Find ever known healing product, potion or witch doctor to make sure that he lives for longer! Just like he did for you!" she argued over him. "I just don't get you! You are willing to go every goddamn mile for people you love but when those who love you try and return the favour you just ignore them! It's stupid! Why don't you deserved to be saved?"
"You wouldn't understand." Dean muttered.
"Try me." Callie turned back to face him. Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned it off.
"I don't deserve it okay? No! You shut up and let me talk now." He snapped when she opened her mouth to interrupt. "I don't deserve saving. I am a hunter. I hunter things…things people can't even dream of. I have my brother and my father and that is it. Anyone else who gets close to me dies or winds up hurt! In this business, it hounded into us from a young age that we can die at any time. I have made peace with that. I made peace with dying and I was okay cause I knew that Dad was out there and Sam had you. You both would have been fine without me. I am not a good guy. I am not smart like you or Sam. I am a grunt. A soldier. I fight things and with that there is the risk of dying. I am not afraid to die Callie. Death would be welcomed most times. Now, I have the blood of some random guy on my hands cause he died when I was supposed to. How the hell do I live with that?!" his face was flushed and his heart was racing. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath on his cheek.
"You save more lives than you think. You hunt things that go after people. Every monster you put down, you save lives. You are not a bad person Dean Winchester. You are a brave selfish unsung hero." She put her hand on his cheek. "I know you don't feel like you deserve it but you deserve life more than anyone. The things you and your family does is incredible. You are not a monster. You are a hero." She placed her other hand on his other cheek and cupped his face. Dean longed to close to two inches between them. "It's not your fault. It's. Not. Your. Fault."
She was in a hospital bed connected to tubes with a large white bandages covering her arms.
"Please, this isn't your fault! It's mine. The blame is with me. Please. Just…stay. Don't leave me. Please. It's not your fault."
Callie gasped and pulled away from Dean with a jump.
"What is it?" Dean asked. Callie had gone blank after her pep speech and now she was as white as a sheet.
"I…I don't know. I…I was in…" she shook her head. "Not important. This is." She took a deep breath and pushed the memory…vision…thing away. Dean frowned and wanted to push what just happened.
"You are important Dean. Not just to your brother and Dad but to me and those who meet you and get to know you. You are an incredible guy and you need to realise that even though you may be okay with dying, we're not ready to let you go." She smiled and shrugged. Dean felt warmed by her admission and smiled back.
"Thanks sugar." He nodded. Callie lent over and wrapped her arms around him awkwardly.
"Just be thankful. We'll solve this scooby mystery and move on to the next big bad hunt. It'll be okay." She whispered in his ear as he held her tightly. It was a chick flick moment and Dean was glad Sam wasn't here. He wasn't convinced by what Callie had said and still felt uneasy with the whole thing but she was close and comforting and had said 'we'. Maybe he could keep this. Maybe he did deserve a second chance after all.
AN: so here is the next bit. Sorry it's a little messy and a filler but I liked Callie calling him out on his shit.
Yes I almost had them kiss…but I liked the way it came about.
I will try and get the next chapter which rolls up this episode either tomorrow or by the weekend. As always please leave a review and let me know what you think.
Wicked.