I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Isabeau, Sam and Dean park on the side of an abandoned house. They get out and open the trunk. Dean removes three tasers.
"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asks, taking one.
"A hundred thousand volts."
"Damn." Isabeau says, taking one as well.
"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." Dean tells them and closes the trunk.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean move down the basement stairs with guns and flashlights. Hearing a noise, they move toward a cupboard.
"On three. One. Two. Three." Dean whispers. He swings open the door, a young boy and girl are crouched inside, covering their ears.
Sam leans down, and whispers, "Is it still here?" The children nod.
"Ok. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go." Isabeau tells the little boy. They move towards the stairs. "Alright, go!"
Sam and Dean start to take the children upstairs, a hand grabs their legs, knocking them back down. The children scream and run to the top of the stairs.
"Sam! Dean!" Isabeau shouts. She shoots the taser but misses.
"Sam, Dean, get 'em outta here!" Isabeau orders the brothers.
"Here take this!" Sam throws his taser to Isabeau, who catches it.
Sam and Dean run up the stairs and move the children out of sight.
Isabeau moves around the basement on high alert, shining her flashlight into corners, "Come on!"
A ragged, hairy creature leaps up and shoves Isabeau backwards. Isabeau loses her weapons and flashlight as she falls.
She glances around, scrambles across puddles of water to grab the taser and releases it toward the creature as it moves toward her, electrocuting him. Electricity moves from the creature through the water lying on the ground to Isabeau. They both shake and twitch, the creature falls, and Isabeau loses consciousness.
Sam and Dean run down the stairs and see Isabeau in the corner, unmoving.
"Isabeau!"
"Beau!"
They run over and Sam half lifts her, holding her face, "Isabeau, hey. Hey." Sam and Dean look at each other, tears welling up in their eyes.
Sam and Dean stand at the desk with a receptionist. Their eyes are bloodshot from crying all the way to the hospital. "Sirs, I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." She tells them.
Sam shakes his head, "Right. Uh, ok."
Sam removes a card from his wallet and hands it to the receptionist. She glances at the card, "Okay, Mr. Burkovitz.
Sam and Dean sees two cops waiting and walks over. "Look, we can finish this up later." One of the cops offers.
Dean shakes his head, "No, no, it's okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in."
"And you found the kids in the basement?" The cop asks.
Sam nods, "Yeah."
"Well, thank God you did."
Sam and Dean see a doctor walking towards them. "Excuse us." Dean says, both him and Sam walk to the doctor.
"Sure. Thanks for your help." The cop says before walking away.
"Hey, Doc. Is she…" Sam trails off.
"She's resting." The doctor says.
"And?"
The doctor sighs, "The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. Her heart...it's damaged."
Dean breath hitches, "How damaged?"
"We've done all we can. We can try and keep her comfortable at this point. But, I'd give her a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month." The doctor says.
The brothers don't stop the tears that fall down their face, "No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment." Dean's voice breaks.
The doctor shakes his head, "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."
Dean and Sam walk away, rubbing away the tears. They didn't want Isabeau to see them crying, not when she had so little time left.
Isabeau stares blankly at the small TV in front of her and sighs. Her face is pale and there are dark circles under her eyes. She looks over at her bag which is on the other side of the room, her rosary sitting right on top. She shakily lifts her hand up and narrows her eyes, focusing on the rosary.
The rosary slowly floats up, and with a twitch of her eye, it flies into her hand. Isabeau let's go of a breath that she didn't know she was holding, "Still got it." She clutches the rosary to her chest and looks back at the TV, flipping through the channels.
Sam and Dean enter, tears stains on their cheeks and sniffles occasionally. Isabeau keeps her eyes on the TV, "Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." Isabeau's voice was so weak that Dean had to look away for a second to stop himself from breaking down.
Sam shakes his head and sighs, "We talked to your doctor." He says softly.
"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down." Isabeau says.
"Isabeau." Dean says.
Isabeau looks up and sighs at Sam and Dean's distraught states. She clicks off the TV and gestures to them to come closer to her, "Come here."
Dean and Sam walk over, both taking a seat next to her. She smiles sadly at them, tears threatening to spill and her lip quivers, "I want you to leave town without me."
Dean shakes his head, "What are you talking about? We're not gonna leave you here."
Isabeau clenches her jaw, "Take care of my family. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass." She adds in a bitter chuckle.
"I don't think that's funny." Sam says.
Isabeau scoffs, "Oh, come on, it's a little funny."
There is a long silence, Sam and Dean look down, fighting tears.
Isabeau sighs, "Look at me."
Sam and Dean look up, a few lone tears falling. Isabeau takes Dean's hand and places her rosary in it, "For the both of you…"
The brothers look down at the rosary in fear. They didn't want it. Having it would make this real; they didn't want this to be real. They didn't want her to die. They needed more time. A life-time.
"Hang it up in Baby. Have a piece of me, no matter where you go." Her voice cracks.
"Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options." Sam tries to bring hope back in Isabeau's eyes. Though, it was more for him and Dean than it was for her. They needed hope.
Isabeau frowns and shakes her head, "What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it."
Sam nods his head, not wanting to give up, "Watch us."
Isabeau shakes as she struggles to lift her upper body up. When she does, her face falls into her hands and moves to push her hair back, "I'm going stir crazy."
It's been a couple of days since Sam and Dean left. She knew that they weren't leaving town until they found some way to save her. A part of her wanted them to find a way, another part told her that it was wrong. Her life wasn't any more important compared to others. Why should she deserve to live while others die?
"Last time I saw you in a hospital bed was, what junior year?"
Isabeau looks up at the doorway. Standing there was a girl her age with really short, curly black hair, chocolate brown eyes and had beautiful bronze colored skin with dark freckles.
Isabeau shakes her head at the girl, "Vengeful spirit. Right, Rebecca?"
Rebecca nods and smiles sadly, "I can feel it." Rebecca lifts the corner of her shirt, showing Isabeau a small blacked out butterfly tattoo on her hip that was glowing, but also flickered in Isabeau's presence. Isabeau and her other girls all shared the same tattoo.
Rebecca lets go of her shirt and goes to slide next to Isabeau, wrapping her arms around her, "All the girls are trying to find a way to help."
Isabeau shakes her head, leaning into Rebecca's embrace, "So are Sam and Dean."
Rebecca laughs, moving Isabeau's hair behind her ear and petting it, "Lover boys aren't gonna stop, just like us."
"None of you are gonna let me die in peace, are you?"
Rebecca puts her fingers under Isabeau's chin, and forces her to look up at her. Rebecca smiles softly and places a light kiss on Isabeau's lips, "Beautiful, you're not gonna die period."
Isabeau stares up at Rebecca, "Your mom is going to kill you when she finds out you let a dying woman live. Especially one that's been assigned to you for the past ten years."
Rebecca shrugs, "Eh, mom will get over it."
Isabeau chuckles, "Well since everyone is so hell bent. Help me get out of here."
"Don't want to stick around here?"
Isabeau scoffs, "No way. If we don't find a way, then I'm gonna die surrounded by the people I love."
Both Sam and Dean's beds are covered in pages of research about heart care. Dean is rifling through them with one hand and is clutching onto Isabeau's rosary with the other. He hasn't let go of it since they left the hospital.
Sam is sitting on his own bed with his phone pressed to his ear.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help."
Sam fights back tears, "Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh...you probably won't even get this, but, uh...it's Isabeau. She's sick, and uh...the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um...but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause Dean and I are uh...gonna do whatever it takes to get her better. Alright...just wanted you to know."
Sam pauses, "And tell Bartholmieu that we're sorry. We couldn't protect her."
Sam hangs up, tosses his phone on the bed and just sits there silently. Dean tosses aside some papers he was holding and plays with the rosary.
There is a knock on the door and they both look up quickly, tears in their eyes. Sam opens it to find Isabeau leaning against Rebecca, no longer wearing a hospital gown, but is now wearing her clothing again, looking terrible.
Sam and Dean are surprised, happy and confused all at once. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks. He glances over at Rebecca who just gives him a weak smile.
Isabeau chuckles, "I checked myself out. Rebecca helped."
"What, are you crazy?" Dean walks over, helping Isabeau inside. Isabeau leans into him as he walks her over to one of the beds and sits down next to her on the bed's edge.
"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Isabeau jokes.
Rebecca shakes her head, setting down Isabeau's bag on the table, rifling through it, trying to find a specific object, "She's lying. She's just stubborn and doesn't like listening to the doctors there."
Rebecca pulls out a small glass vial that glows green when she shakes it. She turns to Sam, holding out her hand, "You must be Sam."
Sam nods, shaking her hand, "Yeah, um, who are you?"
"Rebecca, another one of, uh…" Rebecca glances at Isabeau, the two having a silent conversation. "Isabeau's friends with benefits. Or her girls. Take your pick."
Rebecca walks over and crouches in front of Isabeau, glancing at Dean, "And you must be Dean?"
Dean nods, squeezing Isabeau's hand, "Please tell me you're here to help."
Rebecca sighs, "I am. The girls back home are doing whatever they can to find a way to save Isabeau."
"How did you know?" Sam asks, walking over.
Rebecca and Isabeau share a look, "I was in the area. Isabeau called me from the hospital and I immediately called everyone else. Look, we haven't found anything yet. I'm just her to… give her more time until we find something."
"You can prolong it?" Dean asks.
Rebecca nods, "Kind of goes against mine and everyone else's rules, but…" Rebecca holds onto Isabeau's other hand, "We ain't letting our girl die yet."
Isabeau chuckles, "Just give me the fucking thing."
Rebecca hands Isabeau the small glass vial, opens it and down's it all in one go. A little bit of color made its way back into her skin and she felt a tiny bit better. But her body still felt weak.
Isabeau shakes her head, "This is only gonna give me an extra day. And I don't have a lot of these… It's not worth it."
Sam furrows his brow, "Can we make more?" He didn't know what it was, but if they could make more, it could give all of them more time.
Rebecca shakes her head sadly, "No, the flowers that we need for these only grow in the Philippines and they're almost extinct. Plus, it takes over a month to prepare the potion itself."
The four fall into silence until Isabeau speaks up, "Have you two even slept? You look worse than me."
"We've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal." Sam says.
"For what?" Isabeau asks.
"For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called us back. Told us about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist." Dean explains.
Isabeau says nothing, looking around at everyone in the room. She sniffles, "I... " She bites her lip, "I'm not worth this."
Rebecca sighs in defeat, getting up from her spot and walks to another part of the room. Too many times has she heard Isabeau think so low of herself. Isabeau took being different harder than the others. She was damaged. Isabeau always thought she never deserved love, no matter how bad she wanted it.
Dean fumes, and grabs her face, turning it to look at him, "You're worth everything. Stop thinking that you're not."
Sam takes the spot in front of Isabeau,where Rebecca once was. Dean let go of Isabeau's face so she could look at Sam. Sam grasps her hand firmly, "We're not gonna let you die, period. We're going."
The next morning, the Impala bumps along a rutted gravel road toward a large white tent set up in a field. Rebecca leans over to Isabeau, both of them are in the backseat, and she whispers, "You know, we could've got Emily or Naysa to-"
"No." Isabeau interrupts, whispering back.
Rebecca says nothing, frowning at Isabeau, "You need to stop."
Isabeau stares at her, "What? Facing the reality that I'm going to die?" Isabeau takes a breath to stop a tear from falling, "I don't want to. I'm scared. I want to…" She trails off.
Rebecca holds her hand, squeezing it. 'I want to live my life with Sam and Dean.' is what Isabeau wanted to say. Would it be better if Isabeau tells them that she loves them, or not tell them at all?
She sighs, "But if it's meant to happen, I can't stop that."
Rebecca shakes her head, "You won't, but we will."
People make their way toward the tent across the very muddy ground, many on walking frames or helped by others. Dean stops the impala and the two brothers get out and runs around to help Isabeau.
Isabeau opens her door and looks around. A sign next to the tent reads The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle. Rebecca notices the sign when she gets out, automatically glaring at it.
Sam and Dean help her out of the impala. "We got you." Dean places his arm around Isabeau's waist and Sam holds onto her hand, letting Dean mainly hold her up.
As Isabeau felt the raindrops fall on her skin, she could hear the sad voice of the rain ringing in her ears.
We cry for you, Mother.
Please, don't leave us.
Don't die, Mother.
Isabeau briefly looks down at the raindrops in confusion. She shakes her head, pushing it out of her mind for now.
Despite conversation that the two shared, Isabeau chuckles at Rebecca's expression, "Oh she's going to be pissed at the two of you."
Rebecca walks over to them, "Man, you two are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor."
Dean and Sam are confused by her anger, "I believe I said a specialist." Sam says.
Isabeau snorts, slipping away from Dean's and Sam's hold, limping as she walks, "Becca has a little vendetta against these guys."
Sam sighs, "Look, Rebecca, this guy's supposed to be the real deal."
Rebecca shakes her head, "I can't believe you brought her here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."
An elderly woman with an umbrella passes by, "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."
"Yeah, that's nice." Rebecca spits out.
They walk past an angry man remonstrating with a cop, "I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money."
Dean places a hand on Isabeau's back, gilding her closer to him.
"Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it." The cop says, and him and the man walk away.
"I take it he's not part of the flock." Dean comments. He didn't really believe in any of this either. His opinion was just like Rebecca's, but he was holding onto a sliver of hope that it would save Isabeau.
"Well, when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam explains.
"I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?" Rebecca says.
"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Rebecca."
Rebecca shakes her head, not answering. She had faith, just not in humans who claimed that they could heal all. She was a hybrid along with the other girls and Isabeau. And not even them could heal or save everyone. All they could do was try.
Isabeau shakes her head, "Rebecca, you can't say that. Hell, I don't believe in faith healers, but you can't be a skeptic about it. Just because we haven't seen any that are real, doesn't mean that they aren't. I mean, no one believed that we were real. Along with everything else that we see."
"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real." Rebecca says.
Isabeau scoffs in disbelief, sometimes, she didn't understand Rebecca, "But if we know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too? Just like us? People who help?" The four of them stop just outside the tent entrance.
Rebecca gives her a knowing look, "Because we've seen what evil does to good people."
"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." A young woman says, overhearing their conversation.
Rebecca looks at her slightly flustered, but then checks her out, head to toe, "Maybe he does." Rebecca says softly.
Isabeau rolls her eyes fondly at Rebecca. Rebecca reminded Isabeau of Dean in a lot of ways. Flirting with anything attractive that walked on two legs.
"I think you just turned me around on the subject." Rebecca flirts.
The young woman chuckles, "Yeah, I'm sure."
Rebecca holds out her hand, "I'm Rebecca. This is Isabeau, Dean and Sam."
The young woman takes Rebecca's hand, "Layla. So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"
Rebecca smiles sadly, glancing over at Isabeau, "My friend Isabeau is sick and well, apparently Sam and Dean here believe enough for all of us."
An older woman approaches and puts her arm around Layla, "Come on, Layla. It's about to start."
The two women smile at Rebecca, Isabeau, Sam and Dean and move inside the tent.
"Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways." Rebecca says, looking after Layla.
Isabeau laughs, amused by her and the four enter the tent.
The tent is full of people finding seats, a small stage at the front has a lectern with candles on it.
Rebecca looks around, and tilts her head to the corner, "Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over."
The three follow her gaze to a security camera. Rebecca and Isabeau start to take a seat but Sam puts an arm around Isabeau and moves her toward the front.
"Come on." Sam says softly.
Rebecca looks at the two brothers, confused, "What are you doing? Let's sit here."
Dean shakes his head, "We're sitting up front." He might not like this, but if there was a chance, he was gonna take it.
"What? Why?"
Isabeau looks over her shoulder, "Becca, come on."
Rebecca huffs and follows them.
Sam points to four empty seats behind Layla and her mother, "Perfect."
"Yeah, perfect." Rebecca mutters sarcastically.
Sam moves in first, followed by Dean, "You take the aisle." He tells Isabeau. Rebecca sits next to Dean and Isabeau takes the aisle seat.
Even though she was angry about being there, Rebecca helped Isabeau get comfortable in her seat.
On stage a blind man wearing sunglasses, Roy Le Grange, is helped to the lectern by a woman, "Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" The crowd agrees with him. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act."
As he speaks Sam sees a table onstage, filled with religious items. He notices an old wooden cross that is topped by a smaller cross in a circle.
"But, I say to you, God is watching." Roy says.
"Yes he is." The crowd murmurs.
"God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt."
The crowd nods, cheering and murmuring.
"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."
The crowd continues murmuring.
Rebecca leans over to Isabeau, "Yeah, and into their wallets." She says quietly.
"Becca." Isabeau whispers harshly.
"You think so, young woman?" Roy asks.
The crowd immediately falls silent.
"Sorry." Rebecca apologizes.
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." Roy says.
The crowd laughs.
"What's your name, dear?"
Rebecca clears her throat, hesitating, "Rebecca."
"Rebecca… and your friend beside you? What's your name, dear?" Roy asks Isabeau.
Isabeau blinks in shock, "Isabeau."
"Isabeau." Roy nods to himself, "I want-I want you to come up here with me."
The crowd claps, and Layla and her mother doesn't move. Sue Ann moves to center stage, smiling at Isabeau.
Isabeau shakes her head nervously, "No, it's ok."
Dean leans over, whispering, "What are you doing?!"
"You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?" Roy asks.
Isabeau hesitates, "Well, yeah, but ahh…" The crowd claps and makes encouraging noises. "... maybe you should just pick someone else."
Sam and Dean look at Isabeau like she's insane. Rebecca bites her lip, she should've kept her mouth shut. The crowd claps loudly.
Roy shakes his head, "Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Isabeau, the Lord did."
The crowd gets more excited, "That's right! Yeah! Come on!"
"Get up there!" Sam says excitedly. Isabeau was getting her chance. But Sam and Dean were getting another chance as well.
Isabeau reluctantly rises and moves toward the stage. Sue Ann moves to assist and stands her next to Roy.
"You ready?" Roy asks.
"Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer." Isabeau softly says.
Roy smiles, "You will be, dear. You will be."
"Pray with me, friends." Roy speaks to the crowd.
The crowd lifts their arms up and joins hands with each other. Sam and Dean watch on hopefully as Rebecca bites her lip. Roy lifts his hands to the air, then places one first on Isabeau's shoulder, then on the side of her head.
"Alright now. Alright now." Roy says to himself.
Isabeau's eyes glaze over. Her knees weaken and she sinks to her knees, Roy's hand still on her head.
"Alright, now." Roy smiles.
Isabeau wobbles, her eyes fall back in her head and she slips to the stage floor.
"Isa!"
"Beau!"
Rebecca jumps up from her chair, Sam and Dean following her to the stage.
The crowd is clapping excitedly.
Dean lifts her limp body into his lap. Isabeau's eyes burst open and she gasps.
"Say something!" Sam exclaims.
Isabeau blinks groggily and looks up. Roy is standing above her, hands out from his sides, palms up, looking happy. Beside and slightly behind Roy is a tall man in a black suit with white hair, very white skin and extremely wrinkled skin. Rebecca follows Isabeau's line of sight and freezes; she sees the man too. He stares at Isabeau and glances at Rebecca, then turns away and vanishes. Isabeau and Rebecca watch him, shocked.
After the service, the four headed to the hospital, all of them waiting in the check up room.
"So, you really feel okay?" Sam asks.
Isabeau doesn't look up at him, unhappy, "I feel fine, Sam."
The doctor enters, reading paperwork, "Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a woman your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen."
Sam and Dean let out sighs of relief, smiling, beyond happy that Isabeau was fine. Rebecca stares at Isabeau, none of this was sitting well with her or Isabeau. Yes, Rebecca was happy that Isabeau was alive and healthy, but the way it happened; it wasn't right.
"What do you mean, strange?" Isabeau asks.
"Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-three, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack." The doctor explains.
Isabeau nods, "Thanks, Doc."
"No problem." The doctor leaves.
Isabeau purses her lips, "That's odd."
"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, Beau." Sam tries to convince her.
Isabeau shakes her head, "No, they don't."
Dean sighs, "Look, Isabeau, 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?"
Isabeau gets up from her seat, "Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why."
"What feeling?" Rebecca asks.
Isabeau moves to put her jacket back on, "When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second...I saw someone. This, uh, this old man."
Isabeau turns and shares a look with Rebecca, they both had a feeling what it was, but they needed to be sure.
"But if there was something there, Isabeau, I think I would've seen it, too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately." Sam says.
Rebecca raises a grow at him and then shakes her head, "Well, excuse me, psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one." She uses his own words against him. Sam stares at her deadpanned.
Rebecca walks over to Isabeau, "We might have an idea of what it was."
Dean is confused, "You saw the man too? What kind of hybrid are you?"
Rebecca looks at Isabeau, silently asking her if she should tell. Isabeau shakes her head, "Not yet. Not until we're sure. Think you can look around? Ask a few others?" Isabeau asks Rebecca.
Rebecca nods, "You got it, Isa." Rebecca looks at Sam and Dean with a smirk, "See ya later, boys." She winks and then vanishes into thin air.
"What the?" Sam asks, bewildered by what he just saw.
Isabeau sighs, "Look, I'll explain Rebecca and… a few other things later. Right now I need you guys to work with me on this."
Sam and Dean nod. "Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?" Dean asks.
"I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. I'm gonna visit the reverend." Isabeau says.
Roy and Isabeau are sitting on the couches in Roy's home. Sue Ann stands, filling a glass.
Isabeau smiles softly, "I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened." Roy nods, understanding.
Sue Ann sits down, "A miracle is what happened. Well, miracles come so often around Roy."
Isabeau nods at her and turns to Roy, "When did they start? The miracles."
"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 explains.
Roy takes off his sunglasses, his eyes are white, "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it."
"And suddenly you could heal people?"
Roy nods, "I discovered it afterward, yes. God's blessed me in many ways."
"And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning." Sue Ann smiles proudly.
Isabeau looks down, "Can I ask you one last question?"
"Of course you can."
Isabeau licks her lips, looking back up, "Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?"
"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest." Roy explains.
Isabeau tilts her head, "What did you see in my heart?"
"A young woman with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished." Roy says.
Isabeau looks slightly surprised and she reaches down to play with her rosary. Only problem was, Dean still had it. She rubbed her wrist, somehow feeling even more vulnerable than when she was dying.
"I'm telling you, he seemed healthy. Swam every day, didn't smoke. So, a heart attack just kind of seemed, well, bizarre." One of the employees says to Sam and Dean as their walking through the swimming pool locker room.
"And you said he was running, right before he collapsed?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, yeah, he was freaking out. He said that something was, uh, was after him." The employee says. The three of them walk out of the locker rooms and to the swimming pool.
"Did he say what?" Dean asks.
"Well, thin air is what. I mean, it wasn't anything."
Dean nods, "Alright, thanks."
As the two are leaving, Sam notices the clock on the wall isn't working, "Hey, buddy? Your, uh, your clock's busted."
"Oh, yeah, we, uh, can't get it workin'. Just froze at 4:17."
"Is that the same time Marshall died?"
The employee looks at him surprised, "How'd you know?"