…And just when I thinks I got'im, the little jerk pulls out some kinda gun and shoots me full of 'lectricity! But he weren't too smart and he got shocked too. So, I guess you can say that I took one for the team. I mighta gone down, but 'least I took one-a them hunters with me!

Huh? What do'ya mean he didn't die? If that shock was a-nuf to kill me, it certainly… His brother did what? Grrrr!

Ahh, tough break there, Rawhead. I am sure you did your best.

Next up we have #6066. Oh, now don't be shy. Come on!

Ummm… H-hello. I think there might have been a mistake. I don't think I am supposed to be here.

Well, Sue Ann, I have it here on my list that you used dark magic to bind a Reaper.

Well, yes – but you see, that was to save people. I gave good people a chance to live…

Yes, but Sue Ann, that means someone else had to die in their place.

Well, OK – but I only chose immoral people. And I didn't kill them. The Reaper did.

You chose who died. You harnessed the power of the Reaper. You may not have pulled the trigger, but you provided the gun, the bullets, and the target.

I just don't know that I see it that way. You see, when Roy – my husband – got sick, we tried everything we could to make him better. Nothing seemed to work. After all the prayers and modern medicine failed I was desperate, so I looked to… unconventional methods.

I finally discovered - through the grace of God - the spell to bind the Reaper. And Roy was saved! He was blind, but alive!

People started coming from all over to see Roy. They all wanted to be healed, thought Roy had a gift. And, he did – he had the power of belief. But, I had the power to heal. Roy was so happy; I couldn't just disappoint him and tell him that his faith had very little to do with it. And, I couldn't tell all those poor people.

We had a bit of a system. Roy would pick the sufferer to save - his blind eyes could somehow see into the hearts of the congregation and find just the right person - and I would find the corrupt soul to exchange. Everything was fine... until Dean came along.

Roy chose Dean to be healed. Apparently, the young man had a bit of a heart condition. Afterwards, Dean could not be happy and just accept his providence. He and his brother had to dig into our past, into my prayer book, into our cellar. They needed to find a reason, rather than accepting the cure on faith.

Dean even went as far as to stop that poor Layla, the young lady with the brain tumor, from being healed! And we had thought that he was a good person. Well, I don't take kindly to being deceived in such a way. Only an impious person would ever do such a thing. And, I know how to deal with the impious.

Roy felt so bad that Layla had finally been called up and then denied the restoration of her health, that he promised she would have a private session that very evening. I quickly got to work on my altar – with the video surveillance we have in the tent, it was easy to get a picture of Dean for the Reaper's shrine.

I must say that I was surprised to find Sam, Dean's brother, in our cellar. I really thought the boys would stay away after I had the police remove Dean from the property.

Sam went so far as to overturn the altar, scattering the contents across the floor. Not that it mattered. There was nothing that couldn't be mended later. And, it would have no bearing on his brother's fate. So, I simply locked him in and went back to my praying.

I could feel it as the prayers began to work. The Reaper began the transition. Dean's strength and spirit, sinful as they were, were starting to be recycled into Layla to use righteously!

I was so wrapped up in my prayers and joyous undertaking that I didn't notice Sam – how he escaped from the cellar, I'll never know. I opened my eyes as he grabbed the cross from my neck. I gasped as he threw it to the ground.

It shattered.

I was quite distraught, but when I saw the Reaper… he smiled at me. It was such an evil smile! And, before I knew it, he was next to me, stealing my life away.

So you see, I am a victim…. I shouldn't be here…

Right?