Thank you all that have joined me in this journey. Thank you for NCSUPNATFAN who helped me with a small problem I had with part of this chapter. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all again. -DSCWIN

Chapter 22

Christina was busy typing on Sam's computer as he called his contacts. When he talked his voice shook as he spoke to anyone that knew them. Even though she could only hear one side of the conversation, Christina knew the hunters he spoke to offered condolences on the news of Dean.

"Thanks, for your help. If you can think of something, just give me a call." Sam quickly hung up and hesitated for only a brief second before dialing another number. After a disappointing sigh Sam fought to keep his emotions in check before talking. "Hey, Dad. I hope you get this...uh...Dean he's...he's been hurt really bad and he needs you here." Christina froze when she could hear Sam's voice beginning to crack as tears silently fell from his eyes. "So Dad I hope you get this soon...Dean doesn't have much time."

Sam let out a sigh when he closed his phone setting it down on the table in front of him. He looked over at Christina who made eye contact with him.

"Did you find anything?" He asked.

"Nothing yet." Christina said leaning back in her chair.

"Keep searching." Sam said before picking up his cellphone when it jingled from a text he got. His face lit up as Christina turned and thought what to search for. "Look up Roy Le Grange." Sam said standing and looking over her shoulder.

Christina typed in "Roy Le Grange" and was surprised to see that it was a faith healer in the next town over. "A faith healer?" Christina asked looking back and saw the smiling face that Sam had. "You think he could save Dean?"

"We got to have faith." Sam said mentally memorizing the address that was on the screen.

"We also need to get Dean here." There was a soft knock on their hotel door and Sam walked up to it opening it up slowly. "Dean?" Christina spun in her chair and was surprised to see Dean was standing there, wearing some loose scrub pants and a dark blue jacket that he must have been given when he left the hospital.

"Dean, what on Earth are you doing here?" Christina asked jumping to her feet and helping her older brother to one of the beds.

"Not going to die in a hospital when there wasn't any hot nurses." Dean's joking humor was just as sick as how he looked. His sunken eyes and pale skin made it hard for Sam and Christina to take him seriously.

"Dean, we found you a specialist that could help you." Sam said for once smiling at seeing his older brother in position to be saved. At least he hoped.

"Why can't I just die?" Dean asked grumbling as Sam was helping him to stand up.

"Because, I know you're too damn stubborn to." Sam retorted grabbing the Impala keys while Christina grabbed the hotel key for when they returned.

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Rain splattered as Sam slowly traveled down the muddy gravelly road to a sight of a congregation of more then three hundred people gathered and talking animatedly before a large white tent that sat on the grounds of a large multistory Victorian.

"Christy, go and see if you can get us a seat." Sam said as he pulled to a stop, carefully stopping as to not jostle Dean. Christina nodded and quickly jumped out of the Impala's back seat and headed straight for the tent.

"I thought you were going to take me to see a Doctor." Dean grumbled, wincing when he stepped into a hidden hole. Sam was there at his side helping him get closer towards the tent.

"I said specialist." Sam corrected leading a limping Dean down the small well worn path and into the tent. People were clapping and humming hymns as Sam tried to search for his sister.

"Look at all these idiots." Dean said watching as people sat praying on pews.

"So it's idiotic that people have faith?" A woman's voice asked next to Dean. Dean turned his head and gave a sideways smile as a beautiful blond woman stood with an angelic smile and icy blue eyes.

"I'm just saying a lot of these folks really think this man can save them?" He asked even with Sam trying to pull him towards his sister who was waving to get Sam's attention.

"I believe he can." The woman said not extremely harshly but her words did have a slight chill in them. She spun around and disappeared into the crowd that excitedly gathered inside.

Sam and Dean made their way to the seat their sister had saved for them. As soon as they sat down a portable organ began to play an upbeat chord arrangement causing the people to clap and cheer as a man in his late forties was being lead in by a woman a few years younger. The gentleman wore large thick glasses making Dean roll his eyes.

"My flock, it is a joy to stand in front of you all." More cheers filled the tent while Christina leaned in so she could be heard by both Sam and Dean.

"That's Roy Le Grange." She said handing Sam a pamphlet with Roy's face on the front.

"So does it say he's a Hippocratic?" Dean asked quietly as the clapping started to die down.

"Oh there's a skeptic in our flock." Roy said smiling pointing in Dean's direction.

"I don't..." Dean stated feeling his sickly skin burn with embarrassment.

"Don't deny it." Roy said still smiling. "The thing about blind people...we got really good hearing. What's your name son?"

"Dean." Dean groaned feeling his chest start to burn making it hard for him to come up with a name.

"Well, why don't you come up Dean." Roy said before raising both of his hands in the air. "Give him a round of applause everyone."

Sam couldn't believe his luck as he helped Dean out of the pew and gave him a slight push towards the stage.

Dean stood next to Roy not wanting to get close to Roy as the blind man reached out towards him. With a soft nudge from Roy's Wife, Dean's face made contact with Roy's fingers. Soon Dean felt his legs grow weak as he fell to his knees.

"Pray brothers and sisters. May God bless Dean and make him whole."

"Amen!" The congregation said all together. Christina looked at Sam who looked back. Both of them quickly closed their eyes and began to pray for Dean to be healed.

"Pray! Pray brothers and sisters! Pray! Pray for Dean! Pray for him!" Roy's voice seemed to echo in Dean's head as his surroundings began to blur and the voices of the congregation blended together. But as Roy continued to chant Dean surroundings began to blend together until he was now in a world of colors and fog.

Sam and Christina could see as Dean's face began to pale even more as they had stopped praying when Roy stopped chanting. They watched as Dean slumped to his back as soon as Roy dropped his hands. Sam and Christina both rushed the stage. While Sam gently slapped Dean's face, Christina looked around seeing the cheering congregation before seeing something she didn't notice before. A tall Mortician looking man in a fine black suit stood on the other side of Roy. Christina blinked thinking her eyes were playing with her, and when she opened her eyes back up, she saw that the man was no longer there.

"He is healed!" Roy chanted waving his hand. "We have a miracle today!"

"Hallelujah!" The congregation cheered jumping and clapping.

Dean blinked some of the brightness that his eyes weren't used to before. Both Sam and Christina could tell his eyes looked more lively and his skin more healthy then when they first got there. As Dean made his way off the stage, the congregation cheered and shook Dean's hand while Dean was busy looking at Layla who looked as though she was loosing faith in Roy but Dean felt that she was loosing faith in something else.

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Dean felt more comfortable when, after changing in some spare jeans tee headed towards the hospital to check to make sure he was in deed feeling better. After running some tests the Doctor came in looking quite surprised.

"Well, everything is as if nothing happened." He said looking down at the clipboard and reading the information. Sam and Christina smiled at each other seeing that they wouldn't be loosing their brother. But there was something in the Doctor's face that quickly distinguished their happiness.

"Is everything alright, Doc?" Dean asked also seeing the look in the Doctor's eyes.

The Doctor shook his head slowly then let out a small sigh. "I'm just thinking back to my last patient who, unfortunately didn't make it."

"What happened?" Sam asked as Dean slid off the examining table.

"A young man, about your age, suffered cardiac arrest and didn't make it. It was just tragic." The Doctor sighed again and gently slapped Dean on the shoulder. "But I'm happy that you were able to pull through."

Dean, Sam and Christina took turns shaking the Doctor's hand before they were left alone in the hospital room.

"I can't believe he managed to heal you Dean." Sam said a large smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's great." Dean grumbled already hating this feeling he was getting. "I have a hunch that this Roy character isn't quite who he says he is. Let alone about that death..." He looked at his two siblings. "Sam you go find out more about that young man that just died. Christy, why don't you head back to the hotel and see if something like this has happened before. As for me I'm going to pay the good faith healer a visit. Hopefully I'll be able to find out how he's getting the ability to heal people."

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While her brothers were off gathering information on Roy and the young man that mysteriously died the same day Dean was healed, Christina sat using Sam's laptop to try and find any information on Roy Le Grange while still searching for a clue as to what the man in the suit was. She felt like she had seen something like that as a child but couldn't put a name to it.

She glanced over to her left and saw the hunting journal from her father and grabbed her phone shooting a text to Dean. "May I look through Dad's journal? Want to see if he's has an idea." She only had to wait for a few seconds when her phone sent off a notice.

"Go ahead. Just be careful."

Christina set her phone down on the table she was using and picked up her father's journal. She marveled for only a few seconds seeing a set of initials in the bottom right corner. She shook her head needing to focus. Carefully flipping through the pages, Christina scanned each page with any kind of writing or picture but couldn't find anything on the creature she had seen.

She felt like she needed to reread the content believing she missed something in her skimming. So going back to the beginning she speed read the content on pages that were marked with a small 'M' in the top corner. As she read she figured the 'M' was for monster which was helpful. She carefully read each of the words feeling like she had seen his handwriting before.

She shook her head again upset that she was once again distracted by the calligraphy instead of the contents of the pages. She needed on finding out something. Picking up the journal she closed the cover roughly and tossed it on the bed. She opened up the web search and wrote in 'Suited, invisible people' and hit send not expecting much of a result. But when a few news articles popped up from the town nearby. Christina immersed herself in the reports and one of them stuck out.

"This is interesting." She said reading the news article carefully writing down key aspects and then going back to Roy Le Grange's website and found out a connection with the dates that coincide the deaths articles. "...fourteen year old girl...'Dad said he was being chased by a man in a suit. I couldn't see it'..." Christina grabbed a piece of paper and began to quickly write down what she was reading in case she wasn't able to find the article again.

After searching for another forty five minutes, Christina believed she had found out how Roy Le Grange was doing his miracles. Closing Sam's laptop and standing up Christina picked up her father's journal from the bed. Something fell on the floor and Christina felt her heart stop as it was a page from inside. She picked up the page and went pale as she searched through the journal to find where the page had come from. She began to panic as she saw the fresh tear on the edges and it dawned on her how it fell out. She had ripped a page and she knew that Dean and maybe Sam would be mad at her for ruining their father's journal. Her heart thumped in her ears as she read the page hoping it wasn't important in hunting. But soon the thumping stopped as she read the words.

"December 19, 1990; I found her. I found Christina. I'm happy she's alive and well with her new family. But the circumstances, I wish were better. A ghost nearly killed her and it makes me wonder 'what would happen if I couldn't get to her in time?' How could I live with myself knowing that my daughter's life was indeed in my hands? Mary must have been there making sure I was there at that time. I knew she was mine as I had recognized the birthmark on her ankle. I feel she would be safe now; even though the rest of us are being hunted by everything. Did I do the right thing by leaving her with her foster parents? Am I overthinking this?"

Christina felt the page shake in her hands. Her father saved her life. Memories flooded inside her head as she remembered what had happened that cold December morning. She had been so close to her family and she didn't know it. They saved her life but left her with her foster parents. Christina reread the journal entry and felt something flicker in the pit of her stomach. Anger. She felt the anger of him leaving her once again when he she was his daughter. He left her instead of taking her with him.

Would he care about all the other creatures I saw after that day; she thought as she began to fold the piece of paper in her hands. Would he care about what my life was like after that day? Tears began to sting her eyes but the sound of the door being unlocked made her push down that anger that fury further in the pit of her stomach, close the journal and slid the piece of paper into her back pocket.

"Hey Christy," Dean said holding up a bag of fast food and set it on the table. "Hope you liked what I got ya. Did you find anything that might help us?"

"Y-Yeah." Christina said trying to keep that anger out of her voice. It's not their fault; she thought grabbing her scrap piece of paper. "Turns out there was several different people who died. A fourteen year old girl claimed her father was being chased by a man in a black suit. Get this he died on the same day as one of Roy Le Grange's faith healing."

"So we're looking at a ghost?" Sam asked reading the piece of paper impressed by all the dates.

"I've heard of a creature called a Reaper." Christina said thinking back to when she was a child. "A Reaper take souls who are ready to die. But one killing for a human is something I've never heard of."

"So we have to figure out how someone, like Roy, manages to control this Reaper. Who wants to sit in the crowd and see if they could find out?" Dean asked taking their dad's journal out of his sister's hands before sitting on the bed and opening it up.

"I'll go." Christina said quickly afraid of Dean's anger if he were to spot anything missing from inside. "I'm getting a little cabin fever and need to get out and stretch my legs."

"Alright, here." Dean pried out his keys to his Impala and tossed them towards Christina. "Don't scratch her."

Christina smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Dean. I won't." She turned quickly, grabbing her bag of food and left the hotel happy to be given something to take her mind off of current events.