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We apologize for any mistakes. So here is the continuation of the "Faith" episode and we still aren't finished with it yet. There are no warnings for this chapter, and we're back to the regular length that we usually put up. We stopped on page 323 here, and that means there's less than 100 pages 'til you guys catch up, which isn't good. So I am going to try my best to finish the story before October 10th because that's when I start my Externship and would be way too busy to write. Wish me luck!

Chapter 38 Playlist:

Just a Friend to You –Meghan Trainor

Cold Cold Man –Saint Motel

Mercy –Shawn Mendes

Previously on Warmness on the Soul:

I froze in place, the breath escaping me, "You…you saw him?" I asked shocked by the news.

Show me an open door

Then you go and slam it on me

I can't take anymore

I'm saying baby

Please have mercy on me

Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don't mean to hurt me

You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

They both turned around to look at me, confusion written on both their faces, "What do you mean?" Dean asked as he took a step closer to me.

I swallowed the lump that was in my throat and took in a breath, "When we got into the tent I saw this man on the stage. He was old, had a lot of wrinkles, deathly pale, and was wearing a tuxedo."

Dean looked at me surprised, "You saw him?"

"Yes," I told him.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked confused.

I pressed my lips into a line, "I…I thought I was hallucinating…again," I whispered. I was afraid he'd be upset that I kept something from him once again. I was hoping he wouldn't react the same way he did last time I kept something small from him.

Sam gave me this sympathetic look that had me look away from him and to Dean. "Again?" Dean asked seeming slightly upset.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and nodded, "It only happened once before. But it wasn't a person, so I wasn't too sure. No one else seemed to see him so I just assumed…" I shrugged trying to make it off as nothing.

Sam sighed, making me look at him, "Okay, so what do we do?"

Dean finally looked away from me and to Sam, "I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. Bella and I will go visit the reverend." I was slightly shocked that he wanted me to go with him. The fact that I kept something from him again should have upset him, that's just who Dean was, but for some reason it wasn't affecting him as bad this time. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.

Dean and I took the Impala and started for the reverends house. I was happy to see him healthy again, behind the wheel of his baby. Dean watched the road with the same intense look on his face he usually wore when he was deep in thought behind the wheel. I bit my bottom lip lightly and decided that, what with only a few weeks away until my death, I'd be brave for once. I scooted over from my seat until the side of my body was up against his. I placed my arm at the crook of his elbow and rested my cheek against his shoulder.

I glanced up at him to see him staring down at me, his expression having softened, before he looked back at the road. I sighed happily, a smile across my face, as I entwined my fingers with his. "Why aren't you mad at me?" I asked in a whisper.

He sighed, "I can't be."

His statement confused me, "Why not?"

He stayed silent. I looked up at him to see his jaw clenched and the same intense look back on his face. He obviously didn't want to tell me. I pulled away just as he parked the Impala in front of the house of the reverend; the same house that was by the tent. I got out of the car, closing the door behind me, and followed Dean up to the house.

Dean and I sat on the couch, the reverend across from us on the arm chair, while Sue Ann poured a glass of water. "How are you feeling?" Roy asked.

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

"A miracle is what happened. Well, miracles come so often around Roy," Sue Ann said with a smile on her face.

There was something about her that I just didn't like. I couldn't pin point what it was but I just had this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I tried my best to give her a fake smile as she handed me the glass of water. I took it gently and took a sip before setting it down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"When did they start? The miracles," Dean asked, directing the question to Roy.

Roy let out a small sigh and leaned back in the chair, "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 leaned forward and removed his sunglasses revealing his eyes, "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it."

"And suddenly you could heal people," Dean stated.

"I discovered it afterward, yes. God's blessed me in many ways," Roy said as he placed his sunglasses back on.

"And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning," Sue Ann stated matter-of-factly. I couldn't help but notice how happy his wife was of the whole situation; almost as she seemed proud of it.

"Can I ask you one last question?" Dean asked.

"Of course you can," Roy replied back. I looked at Dean and watched him intently.

"Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" he asked. I pressed my lips into a line and folded my hands onto my lap. This part of Dean was always conflicting to me. He'd rather sacrifice himself to save some stranger than be the one that gets saved. It's sort of a hero complex and of course that's appealing to any girl but its conflicting because when you're in love with someone that has that complex it's heartbreaking. I don't want him to die, I don't want anyone else to die either, but if I had to choose between Dean and a stranger, I'd pick Dean in a heartbeat.

"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest," Roy explained as if his answer was a simple one.

"What did you see in my heart?" Dean asked. A man that's willing to sacrifice himself to save a tent full of strangers, I thought.

"A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished," Roy told him honestly. Dean looked back at me, surprised at his answer. I was confused on what it was he had left to do that was so important. Usually when it comes to the supernatural and you had some important role to play you didn't live long, I was proof of that.

"And what about my friend here?" Dean asked. I ignored the twinge in my heart at the word friend.

"What about her?" Roy asked.

"What does her heart tell you? She's sick. Dying. You could have saved her," Dean told him. Roy was about to speak but Dean cut him off, "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. I just want to know why you didn't pick her."

Roy stayed silent for a minute, "Because her purpose has already played out. There's nothing more I can do for her. And I'm truly sorry, my dear, but Dean was the one that was chosen."

I stood up, "It's fine, thank you," I smiled at Roy and Sue Ann, "Come on Dean, we have to get going," I said as he stood up. I walked ahead of Dean and made my way outside to the porch before Dean did. There was something about Roy's statement that had me feeling like my world was spiraling. I took in a breath, trying to subdue the panic attack that was threatening to surface when I noticed Layla and her mother at the bottom of the stairs.

"Bella, hi," Layla greeted as her and her mother came up the steps.

I tried my best to smile, "Hi, Layla."

Soon Dean came out of the house, closing the door behind him, "Bella wai—," the words died on his lips once he realized that we weren't alone. "Hey Layla," he said as he came and stood by my side.

"Hi, Dean. How are you feeling?" she asked as she stopped on the porch a few feet away from us.

"I feel good. Cured, I guess," he said before looking at me.

"Where's Sam?" she asked, if I didn't know any better I'd say she was disappointed he wasn't around.

"Around. What are you doing here?" I asked her confused on why she was at the reverends house.

"You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend," she said as she glanced at her mom.

We all looked back when we heard the door open. Sue Ann came out, "Layla?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm here again," she said softly. If her mother was the one insisting that she come then she must have been the sick one. She didn't look very sick to me, I wonder what she had.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now," she sincerely looked sorry. Dean and I made our way down the porch steps and paused at the bottom.

"Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time, he's got to see us," Layla's mother said in a desperate tone.

"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 replied with a slight smile. I couldn't understand why she was smiling, sure I guess it was polite but she was telling this woman that God didn't want to help her. What made her think she had the right to decide that? She turned around and went inside without another word.

Mrs. Rourke stayed in place for a few seconds before she turned around and glared at Dean, "Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted," she said in frustration.

I got that she was mad that her daughter was dying but it still upset me that she would talk to him that way, "Mom, stop," Layla told her as she placed a hand on her mother's shoulder.

"No, Layla, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you," she looked back at Dean in slight disgust, "strangers who don't even believe. I just can't pray any harder," she exasperated in a soft tone.

I looked over at Layla, "What's wrong?" I asked curious on why she was here.

She looked away and took in a breath as if trying to gather the courage to tell us the bad news, "I have this thing…" she hesitated in this tone that made it seem like she wanted to make the news seem unimportant.

"It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say..." her mother finished informing us as Layla placed a comforting hand on her mother's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I told her honestly.

"It's okay," she said with a brave smile on her face.

"No, it's not," her mother told her as she looked at her daughter. She turned back around and looked at Dean, "Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" I bit my lip trying my best to keep my mouth shut from telling the woman off. She walked away leaving Layla behind. Layla took in a deep shaky breath and quietly followed her mother.

I looked at Dean, face full of remorse as we headed towards the Impala, "Bella, wait," he said gently grasping my arm. I stopped by the Impala and turned to look at him, "What the reverend said…don't pay any attention to it."

"It's fine, Dean," I told him, not fully meaning it.

"No, it isn't. He doesn't know what he's talking about," he said in a firm tone.

I sighed, "He told the truth, Dean. You and Sam…you guys have greater purposes. I don't. For some reason I was supposed to be cursed and that's the end of it. I don't know what purpose that has but whatever it is…it'll be over soon," I gently placed my hand on his cheek, "I'm just glad we were able to save you."

"We're going to save you too," he said with determination in his voice.

"I know you'll try—."

"We will," he said with a slightly clenched jaw making me drop my hand and turn towards the Impala.

"Okay," I said before getting inside.

We arrived at the motel not too long after; the ride was quiet and slightly tense. Dean walked in and started taking his jacket off as I entered the room. "What'd you find out?" Dean asked.

I walked over and sat on the bed opposite of Sam's. Sam was sitting on the couch, his laptop on the small coffee table in front of him, "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

I looked over at him confused, "Sorry for what?" Dean asked as he tossed his jacket on Sam's bed.

"Marshall Hall died at 4:17," Sam said. Marshall was the man that died of the heart attack the same day Dean was cured.

Dean's face showed nothing but shock, "The exact time I was healed."

"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 as he handed Dean some papers, most likely his research on the victims. Dean still stunned went over and sat down on the couch by Sam.

"Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" Dean asked. It didn't seem like he was taking the news lightly. I walked over and sat on the couches arm rest next to Dean so that I could read the information too. He handed me the handful of papers, I collected them and reviewed them on my way back to my bed.

"Somehow. LeGrange...he's trading a life for another," Sam told us.

"Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" Dean asked, upset and revealing why he wasn't happy about everything Sam was telling us.

"Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed," Sam pointed out, upset that Dean was upset.

Dean stood up, still upset and looked at Sam, "You never should've brought me here."

Sam looked down, the guilt obviously eating at him, "Dean, I was just trying to save your life."

Dean walked across the room, frustrated, and stopped by the end of my bed, "But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me," his voice rose with the frustration.

Sam looked like the kid that was being punished by his parents, "I didn't know."

I stood up, tired of the hurt Sam was feeling and the frustration Dean had, "Okay, that's enough," they both looked over at me. I looked over at Dean, "You can't blame Sam for this, Dean. He was trying to save you and if the situation were reversed you would have done the same thing and don't even try to deny it," I said with a pointed look. He clenched his jaw and looked away from me, "There is no doubt in my mind that you would have been all too willing to have someone die in my place if it meant I was going to get healed. The only person to blame here is the one that's doing the actual killings."

I looked over at Sam to see a smile on his face; the sad look was still in his eyes though, "Continue, Sam."

He nodded, "The thing I don't understand is how Roy is doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?" Sam questioned.

Dean finally looked back at Sam, the frustration there not directed towards him anymore, "Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him."

"The old man," I said in realization.

"Exactly," Dean said in agreement.

I shook my head as I walked passed Dean and towards Sam in thought, "I didn't want to believe it but…deep down I knew. Every time I looked at him this uneasy feeling settled within me."

"What did you know? What are you talking about?" Sam questioned confused.

"There's only one thing that can give and take life like that," Dean explained to him. Apparently he had figured it out as well.

"It's a reaper," I told Sam.

"You really think it's another reaper?" Sam asked after letting it sink in.

"Another?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, this isn't the same one as before," Dean said.

"Okay, I'm lost. Care to fill me in?" I asked as I looked back and forth between the two.

"There's reaper law in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by 100 different names. I'm pretty sure, now, that there is more than one of them," Dean told me as he went over and sat on the couch next to Sam again. Sam was typing away on his computer, most likely researching reapers now.

"Okay, but when did you guys see a reaper before?" I asked confused.

"It was just me," Dean said, sipping a beer that I hadn't noticed he had in his hand before.

"When?" I pressed.

"Right before our dad died. We had gotten in an accident and I was in a coma on the brink of death," he said with a solemn look on his face as he stared down at the coffee table.

"How did you survive?" I asked shocked.

He paused for a bit, "Dad made a deal with a demon. A very short deal. It's how he died," he said before taking another swig of his beer.

My heart went out to Dean. To know that his dad made a deal to save his life, and that he was technically the reason he was dead now must have been one hell of a guilt trip. I should know; I had been there before with Charlie. I shook the thoughts away from my head looking away from Dean, "And that reaper looked different?" I asked.

"Yup," he replied back, "That reaper was a girl."

I nodded, my lips pressed into a line, "Oh."

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit," Sam said looking at the both of us as he referred to the reaper we were seeing now.

"What, you think he should've been working the whole black robe thing? Like I said obviously there is more than one," Dean said as he put his beer down. "You said it yourself that the clock stopped right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see 'm when they're coming at you; which is why I could see it and you couldn't."

"Then why can Bella see it?" Sam questioned, making Dean stop what he was doing to look at me, "She had been seeing it the whole time. Even before you saw it."

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