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All mistakes are our own! So the chapter starts in Bella's POV and then switches to Dean's for a little bit then goes back to Bella's. Another longer chapter here, we hope you guys like it.
Chapter 37 Playlist:
If I Didn't Have You –Thompson Square
Fooled Around And Fell In Love – Elvin Bishop
Perfect Strangers –Jonas Blue ft. JP Cooper
Live To See Another Day –All Good Things
Blossom –Noah Gundersen
Previously on Warmness on the Soul:
I clenched my jaw, "Watch me," my tone came out deep and harsh. I gave him the best glare I could muster up as I stalked my way out of the room.
I'm never running from this fight
I would give my all to save you
Save you from what threatens us
But I know when I look in your eyes
That what we're doing here is right
Sam and I tried to contact Cas but we weren't having much luck. I would have been worried about him not showing up but at the moment I had more pressing matters, like Dean's health. When we didn't have any luck getting Cas to show up, Sam went off to try and contact every hunter he knew to find something to help Dean. He called Bobby to inform him on the situation and Bobby told him he'd make a few calls as well.
I hadn't gone back into the room since earlier. I wasn't going to apologize, because I knew I was right. How dare he even think that Sam or I would let him go down without a fight? We would do everything within our power to change this, just like they're doing for me. Three days had already passed and we still had no sliver of hope.
Sam went back to the hotel to try and do some research to find something that could help Dean, and to catch some shut eye. I waited at the hospital with Dean. I stood outside his door debating if I should go in or not.
After a few minutes I opened the door and walked in to find Dean pulling his shirt down to cover his chest, "What are you doing?" I asked confused at the fact that he was dressed in his street clothes and the gown thrown on the floor.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" he asked as he slowly shoved his feet into his shoes.
"You can't leave, Dean. You're not in any condition for it," I said as I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to help steady him.
He stopped his movements, leaning against the side of the bed, and looked down at me, "I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot," he smirked slightly at me.
I rolled my eyes at him with a small smile before it faded away and I looked at him seriously, "You're not going to die, Dean."
He too became serious as he brought his hand up and placed it gently against my cheek. I closed my eyes as the warmth radiated from my cheek and throughout my body; my heart beating back to a normal pace. I leaned into his hand relishing the feel of it before bringing my own hand up and placing it over his. I opened my now tear filled eyes and gazed up at him, "I'm not going to let you die, Dean," my voice came out watery when I had meant for it to come out strong.
His thumb stroked my cheek lightly, "There's nothing you can do to save me. Cas isn't coming. And this isn't something supernatural. It's just…life. It was meant to be."
I shook my head causing him to bring his hand down and away from my face, "I don't believe that. My fate may be sealed but yours isn't."
"We have a spell that will save you. It will be cast and you will live out the rest of your days growing old like you're supposed to," he smiled lightly at this.
I shook my head stronger, tears slowly sliding down my cheeks, "We're going to save you too." He gently wiped my tears away with the pads of his thumbs and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on my forehead.
I drove Dean back to the hotel, Sam having left the Impala here with me, and helped him walk to our room. I unlocked the door, Dean leaning against me slightly, and walked in as I placed my arm around his waist. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked surprised. He seemed a bit happy yet confused to see his brother standing here with me.
"He checked himself out," I told him as I helped Dean over to our bed. He sat down and looked over at Sam like he was waiting for something.
"What, are you crazy?" he asked. Seemed like that was what he was waiting for as he gave me a knowing look. I took a seat next to Dean on the bed and watched as he just shrugged at Sam, a small sigh of exasperation escaping his lips.
"You know this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it," Sam said seeming a bit angry.
Dean just brushed his comment off, "Yeah, whatever, dude. Have you even slept? You look worse than me." That wasn't true at all, sure Sam had seen better days but Dean looked like death himself. It was something that made my heart clench painfully in my chest.
"I've been scouring the internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in dad's journal," Sam told him as he went back to the chair he was sitting on at the table before.
"For what?" Dean asked as if he didn't know.
"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," he informed the both of us. This was new information to me, Sam had not told me the good news yet. We had already been in Nebraska twice since I tagged along with the Winchesters. Seemed to be a hotspot of some kind if you asked me.
"We're going to Nebraska right?" I said as I perked up and looked at Sam with a hopeful expression.
"Of course," Sam said with a smile.
"You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" Dean asked in a low gruff voice.
"We aren't going to let you die, period," Sam said in a stern steady voice.
(Dean's POV)
We were almost to Nebraska now, in hopes to find this miracle worker Sam had found. I was lying in the back seat of baby, catching some much needed shut eye, while Sam drove and Bella rode shotgun. I was just waking up from my nap, barely becoming aware of my surrounding, when I heard Bella say, "Sam."
"Yeah?" Sam replied back in response. There was a silence in the car as he waited for her to say something back. I heard her take in a shaky breath before letting it out; the sound echoing in my direction, giving away the fact that she was looking at me. I should have turned or at least announced my awareness but instead I waited for her to continue.
"You need to save him," she replied back in a soft voice.
Sam stayed quiet for a few seconds before replying back, "We are going to save him, Bella," he was clearly confused.
"If this doesn't work—."
"It's going to work," Sam cut her off in a harsh tone. "Don't start with this again."
"I'm not saying it isn't. I just need you to know that if for some reason things with this guy don't work, you have to keep trying."
"What do you mean I have to keep trying?" I could already see where this was sort of headed and it was pissing me off.
"My times almost up, Sam," she said.
"We're going to save you too, Bella. We'll get the last ingredient and save you both," Sam had this fierce determination in his voice that made me believe what he was saying.
"If it comes down it, having to save me or him, I want you to save him."
"Bella—."
"No, Sam. Look," she paused before I heard her move in her seat, "I love you. You know I do, but we have to face the fact that he's your brother. You can't and won't choose him over me. And I'm perfectly fine with that because I want you to save him. Promise you won't let him do anything stupid because you know his stubborn ass is going to try," she sighed shakily again, "You know how I feel about him. Hell, I'm pretty sure you figured it out before I did." A somber smile crept onto my face when I heard those words. "Just please," she begged, "please save him. He deserves to live a long happy life and if you chose me over him, just know that I wouldn't be able to go on without him. Please, promise."
My fist balled up and my jaw clenched not believing what I was hearing. I knew Sam's response before the words were uttered. Now I feel like I have to make it through this if only to get her through it.
I heard as Sam took in a slow long breath, "Alright, I promise." She let out a sigh of relief and silence fell throughout the car again. I unclenched my jaw and relaxed my hand. Sam broke the silence this time, "We should be getting there in the next 30 to 45 minutes, I think."
"Should we wake him up?" Bella's voice sounded quietly.
"Sure, I'm surprised he's not awake yet. He's been out practically this whole drive," Sam mentioned. It almost made me want to chuckle but I held it back for the sake of not giving myself away. A soft warm hand suddenly pressed against my forehead and caressed my hair that stuck out past my makeshift jacket blanket. I lay there, motionless for a few seconds, simply taking a few shallow breaths and enjoying the feel of her kindness.
"Dean," she whispered softly, in a strange way it reminded me of my mother. The sweetness she maintained even when the world was surrounded by evil.
"No, Bella, this is how you do it," Sam blurted out. I felt a hard thud as a sharp, loud, smack, caused by Sam's hand hitting my leather jacket, broadcasted in the Impala. I jolted up quickly in a huff and a sleepy snort.
"What the …," I exclaimed more annoyed than anything. I moaned from the pain at my side, grabbing at it as if it would help. "You almost gave me a damn hea—," I stopped myself, realizing what I almost said. At this point that joke just wasn't funny anymore.
"I'm sorry man, you okay?" Sam said genuinely apologetic but trying to disguise it with light humor. Bella smacked Sam's arm and crossed her arms over her chest seemingly upset.
"I'm awesome," I said sarcastically, "so where are we, bitch?" I emphasized, directing it towards Sam. I pretended to not know exactly what happened in the last 15 minutes.
"Just passed the Nebraska state line, jerk," Sam responded, giving me ease that he understood I forgave him. Bella still sat in an annoyed manor.
"You're both assholes," Bella added bluntly. I stared out the windshield at the amazing sight right above us. The sun was just peeking over the horizon lighting up the sky in oranges and purples. I glanced at Bella again, looking beautiful as the colors washed over her skin and the light brightened her eyes. I barely noticed the faint veiny lines creeping up her jaw.
Even now she was gorgeous, a small smile upon her face. I reached forward and caressed her head in the same manor she did, hoping she understood. She didn't react right away but soon enough she peeked over at me through her hair, in the way that I loved, and smiled shyly before returning her gaze to the horizon. I then reached up and jumbled Sam's hair with a light smack on the back of his head. I began laughing as I leaned back in my seat. Sam began laughing along with me and, even after all her disdain, so did Bella.
I ignored the pain and the weakness I felt, knowing that I was determined to fix myself. Bella's words echoing, you know how I feel about him.
(Bella's POV)
The gray, dreary clouds blanketed the sky as we drove down the gravel road towards our destination; our destination being a huge white circus tent in the middle of a field. I watched the tent feeling conflicted as the tires slushed against the muddy gravel and the rain pattered against the windshield lightly. I watched as most of the people that were heading inside were older or seemed to have some sort of visible disability.
I slowly got out of the car, lifting the hood of my brown jacket up, and looked over at the sign that read: The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle. I was broken away from my thoughts at the sound of Dean grunting as he opened the Impala door to get out. I turned around just as Sam was approaching Dean to try and help him. Dean grimaced as he stood up, holding onto the Impala for support.
"I got you," Sam said as he tried to help him stand.
I pressed my lips into a line as Dean lightly pushed Sam off of him, "I got it!" He looked over at the sign, "Man, you are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor." Dean closed the Impala door behind him, still angry and started making his way towards the tent.
I bit my lip and walked beside him, "You know, in Sam's defense, he said it was a specialist. It didn't exactly mean it was a doctor."
"Either way, this guy's supposed to be the real deal," Sam said as he came up to his other side and walked beside him as well.
"I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent," Dean grumbled out as we walked by the makeshift parking lot, older people passing us by as they headed for the tent. Dean had a point though; I was thinking the exact same thing when we had arrived.
An older lady with a hunched back, gray hair put up in a bun, oval glasses, and umbrella in hand looked at us as she passed, "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."
Dean gave her an annoyed look before saying, "Yeah, that's nice," the sarcasm and annoyance was dripping in his voice. The lady just continued walking by us without a second glance at his comment. There was an old looking white house not too far from the tent area, which seemed a little odd to me but I suppose this reverend probably lives there.
I watched ahead as a cop was talking to an upset man that was holding a book of some sort. "I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money," the man told the police officer as we started to slowly pass by.
The man started walking away, the officer escorting him, "Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it."
"I take it he's not part of the flock," Dean stated as he tucked his hands into his jeans and tried to walk at a faster pace.
"When people see something they can't explain, there's controversy," I commented as I looked back at the man and the officer. I adjusted my scarf, thankful the weather warranted the use of something else I can use to cover the lines creeping up the side of my neck.
"Come on, Sam, a faith healer?" Dean questioned making me look back at him and Sam.
"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean," Sam replied back. Faith. It was the only thing we had left at this point, short from making a deal. The problem was it seemed like Dean had little of that when it came to himself; when it comes to me, Sam or even Bobby, well, that's a different story.
"You know what I've got faith in?" Dean glanced at me through the corner of his eye, "Reality. Knowing what's really going on."
"How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see every day?" Sam asked baffled. I sighed, looking away from Dean, it seemed like I was the only one that ever caught those glances he gave out. Part of me wondered if I was just imagining it all, wouldn't be the first time I hallucinated something.
"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real," Dean commented back. I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket and looked down, trying to keep my thoughts to myself. I didn't want to upset Dean any further; it wasn't good for his health.
"You know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" Sam questioned making me look up to catch him looking at me. Dean glanced over at me when he noticed Sam looking; a blush immediately crept up my cheeks making me look away. We had stopped in front of the tent now to continue this discussion.
"I've seen what evil does to good people," Dean whispered out.
I bit my bottom lip at his comment and looked in the opposite direction of Dean to see a pretty blonde woman with an umbrella in hand, turn around to look at us. "Maybe God works in mysterious ways," she told us. Everyone stayed silent for a moment. I gave a small smile attempting to not be awkward; I looked at Dean to see an indifferent look on his face as if he wasn't really impressed by her words. Sam on the other hand did look awkward, almost gawking in awe at the sight of the cute girl.
I sighed, "Maybe he does," I told her. "I'm Bella," I introduced as I extended my hand out to her with a smile. She shook it, her lips curving up in a smile "This is Dean and Sam," I told her after I realized the boys weren't going to speak up. Dean followed up with shallow crooked smirk, while Sam stood kind of stupidly sporting a goofball grin.
"Layla," she told us letting go of my hand, "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" she asked directing her question towards Dean.
"Well, apparently my brother and Bella here believe enough for the three of us," Dean retorted.
An older woman with copper and silvery hair that looked a lot like Layla approached her from behind, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave us a polite smile, "Come on, Layla. It's about to start." We all smiled at each other as Layla walked into the tent with who I assumed was her mother. It made me reminisce a bit, thinking back to my mother and the way she spoke to me when I was sick or not feeling well. I looked up at the sign above the tent that read: Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival. The boys made their way inside ahead of me making me sigh as I continued staring at the sign. I hope this works.
I walked into the tent and looked around, taking the place in. A small stage was at the front with a lectern that had candles on it, there were a few security cameras as well; people were trying to find seats in the foldout-chair, makeshift rows. I watched as Sam placed an arm around Dean as he tried to guide him towards the front. Dean looked at him slightly embarrassed and brushed him off before following Sam down a row with three available chairs. I quickly walked further into the tent to catch up with them.
I knew Sam was worried about him but the fact that he was kind of babying him wasn't going to help Dean. Dean was too proud to admit when he wanted help and to have Sam doing this in front of people wasn't going to bode well with him. My point was proven when Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and Dean slapped his hand away with an irritated look on his face.
I glanced at the stage as a man with dark sunglasses and a woman came up to the lectern. She helped him set his things down on the chair beside the lectern and he placed his hands upon it. The man was blind which was making me start doubting that he could actually do anything in the first place. I came up to Dean who was sitting at the end of the row, only a few rows away from the stage, and brushed my way passed Sam and Dean's knees to get to the empty chair beside Sam.
I noticed that Layla was sitting behind us; I smiled at her lightly before taking a seat. "Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" the reverend, Roy, said as the crowd started to quiet down while others voiced their agreement. I folded my hands onto my lap, fidgeting, as he continued to talk. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act," it felt like I was at a sermon, which I guess was what this was.
There was a time that my mother was dating a religious man, made us attend church every Sunday. How I felt then didn't seem to change from how I felt now. I knew now that God was real, Castiel was proof of that, but that didn't change the fact that most sermons were boring and at times seemed like the reverends were just talking to waste time. I took a look around trying to get the feel of the place. My eyes stopped at a weird ancient looking cross that sat on the pedestal behind the reverend. It was a cross with what looked like a smaller cross in a circle at the top of it. The symbol seemed familiar but I didn't know where I had seen it before. Sam must have thought the same thing because I caught him looking at it quizzically.
"But, I say to you, God is watching," Roy continued on, drawing our attention away from the cross and on to him again.
"Yes he is," the crowd murmured back. I glanced around and froze in place when I saw a man standing in the corner of the stage. His face was extremely wrinkled with a sickly gray complexion, his eyes sunken in, hardly visible, and dressed in a black tuxedo with a receding hairline. The man looked like death himself and there was something about him that made my slow beating heart race in my chest.
"You okay?" Sam whispered to me, making me take my eyes off of him and look back at Sam.
"Uh, yeah," I answered back in a whisper making myself not look back.
"God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt," Roy said making me look up at him instead. I swear I heard Dean scoff at the statement. "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 murmured quietly to Sam, obviously not too quiet since I heard him too.
"You think so, young man?" Roy asked who I could only assume was Dean. The crowd went silent at his question. I pressed my lips into a line, a blush creeping into my cheeks feeling embarrassed for Dean.
"Sorry," Dean replied back with a slight surprised look on his face.
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears," he joked making me smile and the crowd laugh.
"What's your name, son?" Roy asked. I looked over at Dean now, hope slowly filling me at the fact that he caught the reverends attention.
"Dean," he replied back after clearing his throat.
"Dean," Roy nodded, "I want—I want you to come up here with me." The crowd claps at this as Sue Ann, Roy's wife, went towards the center of the stage with a smile on her face. I glanced behind me through the corner of my eye to see Layla's mother with a slightly upset look on her face.
Sam seemed to be rushed with relief which was immediately gone when Dean said with a shake to his head, "No, it's okay."
The smile that I didn't know was on my lips slowly faded at his words. "What are you doing?!" Sam yelled in a whisper to him.
"C'mon Dean, this is your chance," I whisper yelled at him with an intense stare and I immediately knew why he was refusing.
"You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?" Roy asked. I gave Dean a pleading look, trying to make him understand that he was more important at the moment.
He finally looked away to look at Roy, "Well, yeah, but, ahh…" the crowd cheered in encouragement, "maybe you should just pick someone else," he looked at me through the corner of his eye at this. I pressed my lips into a line and looked away and back towards the stage, the man from before that was standing at the corner was suddenly standing beside Sue Ann. I quickly looked away from him and looked down at my lap, fear prickling my skin.
"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did," Roy informed him. The crowd continued getting louder as they cheered on with encouraging words to get Dean to go on stage.
"Get up there!" Sam yelled excitedly making me jump slightly. I looked up at him to find a smile on his face and to see him clapping along with the crowd. I couldn't help but smile with him. Dean obviously didn't want to get up but, with much reluctance, it seemed like the peer pressure finally made him stand.
I watched as he glanced back at me before looking back towards the stage and moving towards Roy. Sue Ann walked down the steps and helped him up on the stage, her hand on his back for support. He stood next to Roy and looked at Sam; the crowd was still too loud for me to hear what the reverend told Dean, or to hear what his response was. Whatever it was had Roy smile before lifting his hands up in the air, "Pray with me, friends!"
We all stood up, everyone in the crowd raising their hands and holding each other's in the air except for me and Sam. I watched as Roy placed a hand on Dean's shoulder before placing it on the side of his head. My eyes widened in fear as I watched the old creepy man from before come over and place a hand over the reverends. The fear once again prickled at my skin as I watch Dean's face; he looked like he might pass out any minute but was trying to fight it off. I made my way for him just to have Sam stop me when he fell onto his knees.
He swayed on his knees before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back onto the stage floor. I pushed Sam aside this time and quickly made my way over to him, the crowd clapping in cheer. "Dean!" I called out before I reached him and knelt down beside him. I grabbed the front of his hoodie and shook him lightly, "Dean?"
I looked back to see the man from before staring down at us. I suppressed the shiver that threatened to run down my spine and looked back down at Dean just as his eyes snapped open and he gasped out loud. He looked around before he looked up and stared, with slight fear and confusion, at Roy. I followed his gaze to see the man from before suddenly phasing out and disappearing. I blinked a few times before shaking my head and looking at Dean. I couldn't tell if he had been staring at Roy or the other man.
After the ordeal we had gone to a hotel to let Dean rest. First thing we did this morning when he woke up was go to the hospital; Sam insisted. I didn't think it was necessary, Dean had the color back in his face and was looking back to normal already, to me it seemed like it had worked.
"So, you really feel okay?" Sam asked as he turned away from the poster he was looking at on the wall and towards Dean who was sitting on the exam table. I was leaning by the entrance of the room just looking between them. Dean didn't look happy and I couldn't understand why. He didn't say much after we left the place, and every time Sam or I brought it up he would just ignore us or change the subject.
"I feel fine, Sam," he replied back exasperated. He seemed to be deep in thought and I couldn't help but wonder what about.
"What's wrong?" I asked him making him look away from the spot on the wall he was staring at and glance over at me.
He stared at me for a second, as if looking for something, "Nothing," he sighed out before looking away again, an intense look on his face.
The doctor walked in at that moment with his clipboard, with Dean's paperwork in hand, "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-six, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack," the doctor informed him. I've learned that in this line of business there are no coincidences, so that bit of information was a bad sign.
"Thanks, Doc," Dean said.
"No problem," he replied back before leaving the room.
"That's odd," Dean says as soon as the door is closed.
"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, man," Sam said trying to come up with some kind of explanation.
Dean gave him a look, "No, they don't."
I bit my lip and sighed, "He's right, Sam. When it comes to us when is it ever just a coincidence?"
"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?" Sam asked. I knew where he was coming from; he was tired. Tired of all the trials we had been through, and he was just hoping it was a miracle that had happened. I wish I could just turn my cheek and walk away but we both knew that this could not be a coincidence.
"Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why," Dean said as he stood up and grabbed his jacket from the exam table.
"What feeling?" Sam asked confused.
"When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second...I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit," he said as he put his jacket on, his back to Sam and I.
"But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too," Sam replied back lamely.
I froze in place, the breath escaping me, "You…you saw him?" I asked shocked by the news.
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