Welcome back for chapter twenty-nine. We're still in Cara's point of view. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
PS: I own nothing but my idea and OCs. Also, the idea of a 'demon cursed with a soul' was kind of spin-off of the 'vampire cursed with a soul' thing. That is the only idea that isn't mine and is rightfully Joss Whedon's.
PPS: This will contain spoilers for S1 E12: Faith. You have been warned so if you haven't seen it, get to it.
Rocky Road
I heard my passenger side door open up and watched as Dean sat down. "Hey, you alright? You seemed pretty upset back there."
"I don't appreciate it when people believe that they deserve more help than someone else. That and she was being a total bitch about the whole thing." Dean half-laughed and sighed.
"I question why Roy healed me, too."
"Stop it. Roy told you why so just accept it and let's move on."
"Let's see how Sam is doing." I sighed, started my car and headed to the motel Sam was at. I parked in the lot, shut my car off and the two of us headed into the motel room. Dean walked in first and I shut the door behind him. There was an air of despair in the room and it was evident to everyone. Dean threw his jacket on the bed and I sat down on the other bed, getting a look at Sam. Something was bothering him. "What'd you find out?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"Marshal Hall died at 4:17."
"The exact time I was healed."
"Yeah. So I put together a list, everyone Roy has healed. Six people over the last year and I cross-checked them with the local obits." Sam handed Dean a stack of papers, probably the obits he was talking about. "Every time someone was healed, someone else died. Each time the victim died of the same symptom what La Grange is healing at the time."
"Someone is healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?"
"Somehow, La Grange, is trading a life for another."
"That's impossible, Sam." The Winchesters looked at me, confused. "There is some thing that can do that, though."
"Meaning?"
"There is something that roams this world from time to time, taking life and giving it at the same time."
"Wait, wait, wait, so Marshall Hall died to save me?"
"Dean. The guy probably would've died anyway. Someone else would've been healed."
"You never should have brought me here."
"Dean, I was just trying to save your life."
"He's right, Dean. Don't get mad at him for someone else stealing the life of another."
"No! Some guy is dead now because of me."
"Dean, calm down, he didn't know." Dean took a deep breath and appeared to calm down. "Alright, now the next thing is to figure out how Roy is controlling the reaper. They don't usually work like this."
"How do you mean?"
"They don't work with a purpose like this, like they're on a leash." Sam had a look on his face and it was obvious that he was thinking hard.
"That cross."
"What?"
"There was this cross. I noticed it in the church and I knew I'd seen it before." Sam grabbed a box of cards and started to flip through them. I got up from the bed and walked over to the table the boys were sitting at. Sam found the card he was looking for and handed it to Dean.
"A tarot?"
"It makes sense. Tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right? When some priests were still using magic. And a few of them veered to the dark stuff. Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it."
"So Roy is using black magic to bind the reaper?"
"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a Great White." I shook my head, not convinced that Roy was using the black magic.
"I don't know, guys. Roy is blind and he may be in tune with the Lord but there is no way that he is dabbling in black magic." Dean got up from the table and put his glass in the sink. He was upset about learning that his healing took the life of another.
"Ok then we stop Roy."
"How?"
"You know how."
"Wait, what the hell are you talking about Dean? We can't kill Roy."
"Sam, the guy's playing God. He decides who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book." Dean didn't realize that not everything is that black and white, especially when it comes to black magic and reapers.
"No. We're not going to kill a human being, Dean. We do that, we're no better than he is."
"Okay, so we can't kill Roy. We can't kill death. Any bright ideas, college boy?" Sam went quiet and Dean turned to me. "How about you? You seem to know a lot about this sort of thing."
"Whoever is controlling the reaper using black magic, we have to figure out what kind of spell it is and figure out a way to break it."
-FIN-
That's it for this chapter, folks. Reviews are appreciated. : )
