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At an abandoned house…

After Dean pulled the impala up to the run down shack of a house, the Winchesters got out and moved to the trunk. Dean opened it and the three of them started readying themselves with weapons. Dean quickly removed two very big taser guns.

Sam took his after Angel, "What did you guys amp those up to?"

Angel smirked, "A hundred thousand volts."

"Damn."

"This thing abducts and kills kids." She grabbed her gun and flashlight as well, "I want it dead-dead."

"Fried extra frickin' crispy." Dean agreed, "And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count."

The three of them quietly and carefully moved down the basement stairs after not finding anything in the rest of the house. Their taser guns were drawn as they swept their flashlights over the darkened area. Hearing a noise in the cupboard the three of them move towards it carefully.

"On three." Dean whispered, "One. Two. Three."

Dean swung open the door to reveal a young boy and girl crouched and cowering inside, covering their ears.

Sam whispered to them hurriedly, "Is it still here?"

They nod hurriedly and Angel hopped into motion as she knelt to them, "Okay, you guys are gonna be fine." She quickly picked up the scared girl as she took the boys hand, "We gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go."

Angel started to take the kids upstairs as her brothers guarded her back when a hand snaked out from between the stairs, grabbed her ankle and twisted it. The kids screamed and she grunted when the thing pulled her down but she managed to get the girl far enough up on the stairs to where she could scurry up them with her brother.

Sam and Dean called for her worriedly, "Angel!"

Dean quickly moved behind the staircase and fired the taser gun, but missed.

"Sam!" Dean turned as Angel got up with a limp, "Help her get 'em outta here!"

Sam tossed his taser to Dean, "Here take this!"

Sam ran up the stairs with Angel and quickly moved the children outside. Dean moved around the basement on high alert as he shined his torch into the dark corners of the basement.

"Come on!"

A ragged, hairy creature leapt up and shoved Dean backwards. When he falls, his weapons and flashlight scatter away from him. He glanced around, scrambled across multiple puddles of water to grab the taser and released it toward the creature as it moved toward him, electrocuting him. Electricity moved from the creature through the water lying on the ground to straight to Dean. They both shook and twitched violently before the creature fell to its death and Dean lost consciousness.

Sam and Angel ran down the stairs just then to see Dean in the corner, not moving.

"Dean!"

They ran over to him, Sam half lifting him to move his face, "Dean, hey. Hey."

"Help me move him out of the water, Sammy." Angel instructed hurriedly, once they did she checked for a pulse or breathing and tried to keep calm when she felt nothing, "He's not breathing. Call an ambulance." Hurriedly she began CPR before looking up to see Sam's pale face staring at Dean in shock, "Sam!" Her yell made him jump before his eyes met hers, "Call an ambulance, now!"

At the hospital…

Angel stood numbly at the nurses station as one of the girls looked up to her sadly, "Ma'am, I'm so sorry to ask, but there doesn't seem to be any insurance on file."

She stared at the woman not processing anything she was saying, "Sorry?"

"Insurance… do you have a card or maybe you know the information-"

"Ri- right. Uh, okay…" She cleared her throat of emotion as she shuffled through her pockets for her wallet, finding it quickly and handing the insurance card over, "Sorry."

"It's okay." She took the card, glancing at it, "Thank you, Miss. Burkovitz."

Angel saw Dean's doctor walking towards them and looked over to where Sam was talking to the cops, "Sam." She and Sam hurry towards the man, "Is he-"

"He's resting."

Sam noted the despondent look in his eye, "And?"

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart… it's damaged."

"Damaged?" Angel shook her head, not understanding, "Damaged like lay off the grease or damaged like… transplant or death?"

His expression softened, "We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point, but… I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."

Angel reeled from hearing that, having to grab onto Sam for support, "A month?"

Pain and grief crossed Sam's face as he shook his head, "No, no. There's- there's… gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment."

He shook his head sadly, "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."

"Miracles?" Angel barked back angrily, Sam having to hold her when she tried to get into the doctor's space, "No ones asking you to work miracles! All we want you to do is your job! There- there has to be something that you missed. Some far out medical trial or something."

"I'm sorry but-"

"You're sorry? I don't want an apology from you!" She bit back, "Youre saying we're just supposed to watch our brother die!"

"Angie, calm down." Sam held her close to him, bringing her into a tight hug as she cried, "It's okay… we'll- we'll figure something out."

In Dean's hospital room…

As Sam and Angel walk into his room, they both have to steel themselves at the sight of him flipping through the channels on his tv. His skin was sickly pale and dark circles lined his under eyes. He doesnt look at them as they walked in. Just continued flipping through channels. When he spoke, his voice was low and very weak. Angel had to hide a grimace at the sound.

"Either of you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible."

Sam stood by the foot of his bed as Angel collected herself and walked to his side.

She exhaled sharply as she studied him, "D… we talked to your doctor."

He ignored her, still focused on the tv, "That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."

Sam stared at him, "Dean."

He finally looked up at them, quickly looking away at the pain he saw and turning the tv off.

"Yeah." His voice was resigned, "Alright, well, looks like you two are gonna leave town without me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Angel scowled, "We're not leaving you here, Dean."

Dean turned a serious look to Sam, "Hey, since she's already got the Trans Am, you better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass."

Sam deadpanned, "I don't think that's funny."

"Oh, come on." He smirked with a tiny shrug, "It's a little funny."

A long silence stretched between them as Angel and Sam both fought back tears.

Dean sighed, "Look… What can I say? I mean, it's a dangerous gig, you two know that. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

"Dean." Angel snapped as she shook her head and wiped a hand over her face, "Dont say shit like that."

"We still have options." Sam pressed, "We still do."

"What options?" He challenged, "Burial or cremation?"

Angel turned away from them and headed out the door when tears started falling, "I just- i need some air. I'll be back."

The boys watched her hurry out sadly before Dean continued, breaking another tense silence, "Look, I know it's not easy. I do know that, but you guys have each other to help you through it. I'm gonna die, Sam. And you guys can't stop it."

Conviction filled Sam, "Watch me."

Outside the hospital, Angel walked to a secluded corner of the hospital and pulled out her phone. The line rang multiple times before the voicemail picked up.

"This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my daughter Angel at 866-907-3006 or my son Dean at 866-907-3235. One of them can help."

"Dad… it's Angie." She fought back tears as she tried and failed to keep the emotion from her voice, "Uh, I hope you're checking up on your voicemail or… Uh, look, its- its about Dean. He's- well, he's sick and the doctors are saying they can't do anything to fix him. Um… I mean, they don't know about all the things we know about, right? So- so that's… something… Listen, Sam and I are gonna find and do whatever it takes to save him so don't worry. I just- wanted you to know what was going on."

After hanging up, she put her phone in her back pocket and wiped her face. Heading inside she ran into Sam.

"Where are you going?"

"The hotel." He explained, letting her walk him to the impala, "Im gonna look into some lore and see if we can't find anything to help him."

"Okay, okay good." She nodded with conviction, "I'll stay here and keep an eye on him but I'll call around. Maybe another hunter has heard of something."

Sam nodded, squeezing her hand before getting in the car, "We're gonna save him."

A few days later…

In the Winchesters hotel room, pages and pages or lore and research about heart care filled the bed and tables around Sam. He had all three of their laptops open as he clicked around different sites on each of them, searching. A knock at the door distracted him. Getting up he opened it to find Dean, looking terrible, as he leaned up against a very irritated and tired Angel.

Surprise, happiness and confusion all crossed Sam's face, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Angel huffed in irritation, "When i went to leave this idiot checked himself out."

"What, are you crazy?"

Dean shrugged, "Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."

Sam huffed a laugh and shut the door behind them as Angel carefully led him into the room to sit.

"You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it."

"We both can."

"Yeah, whatever." Dean looked between them as they both helped him into a chair, "Have either of you even slept? You guys look worse than me."

"I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days."

Angel pulled up one of the chairs beside Dean, "And when i haven't been totally whooping your ass at cards, i've been calling my contacts and all the ones Dads got in his journal."

"For what?"

"For a way to help you." Angel raised a brow, "Asa actually just got back with me this morning. Told me about a guy in Nebraska." She shared a look with Sam who she already told, "A specialist."

Dean looked between them, "A specialist?"

"Oh, yeah." She smirked, "So we better go find you a snazzy little cane to walk around with."

"You two arent gonna let me die in peace, are you?"

"We're not gonna let you die, period." Sam smiled, "We're going."

In Nebraska…

The Impala bumped along a rutted gravel road toward a large white circus tent set up in a field. People made their way toward the tent across the very muddy ground, many on walking frames or helped by others. Sam and Angel both get out of the Impala and hurry to help Dean out. He had thrown his door open and looked around with a scowl, grumbling when his eyes met the sign next to the tent that read 'The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.'

Dean grimaced and started pulling himself out of the car, angrily swatting Angel and Sams help away, "I got it." He glared down at Angel when she went to his side and helped him anyway, "Man, you are a liar. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor?"

"Uh, no." Angel shook her head, "I believe the word i used was: specialist."

"Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal." Sam commented, "Lets just give this a chance."

He scoffed, "I can't believe you two brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!"

An elderly woman with an umbrella passed by, "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."

Dean grumbled, "Yeah, that's nice."

They walked 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!"

"Sir, this is a place of worship." The Sheriff shooed him, "Let's go. Move it."

"I take it he's not part of the flock."

Angel raised a brow, "Okay, you of all people should know that when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy."

"But a faith healer? Come on."

"Dean, a little faith never hurt anyone." Angel shook her head, "Now stop-"

"You know what I've got faith in?" He trudged on, "Reality. Knowing what's really going on."

Sam eyed him, "How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?"

"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real."

"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?"

"Because I've seen what evil does to good people."

"You can bitch and squawk all you want, little brother." Angel dismissed him, "We're staying."

A pretty young blond turned when she overheard their conversation, "Maybe God works in mysterious ways."

Dean looked over to her, a smile spreading on his face as he checked her out, "Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject."

Angel and Sam chuckled at their brother as the woman smiled, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Dean held out his hand, "I'm Dean. This is Angel and Sam."

"Layla." She shook Dean's hand as the other two nodded hellos, "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"

"Well, apparently my brother and sister here believe enough for the three of us."

An older woman approached them and put her arm around Layla, "Come on, Layla. It's about to start."

The two women smiled at the Winchesters before moving inside the tent.

Dean looked after Layla with appreciation, "Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways."

"God." Angel groaned as they entered the tent and passed the entrance sign that read 'Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival.', "Even sick you're still a dog."

Inside the tent…

The tent was filled with people finding seats in front of a small stage at the front that had a lectern with candles on it.

Dean looked around and tilted his head to the corner, "Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over."

Angel and Sam followed his gaze over to a security camera in the corner. Dean tried to take a seat but Angel and Sam both put an arm around him and moved him toward the front.

"No." Angel dragged him along with Sam, "We're not sitting all the way back here."

"Don't! What are you doing? Let's sit here."

Angel shook her head, "We're sitting up front."

"What? Why?"

"Because i said so." Angel dismissed as she helped move him up the aisle, "So, shut up."

Dean growled, "Oh, come on, Angel."

Sam looked him over, "You alright?"

"This is ridiculous." He slapped both of their hands away, "I'm good. Get off me."

Sam let go but Angel gave him a death glare, "Can you just stop being a toddler for five minutes before I kick your ass?"

He glared back at her as Sam pointed to three empty seats behind Layla and her mother, "Perfect."

Sarcasm dripped off Dean's words, "Yeah, perfect."

"Shut up, and sit down," Angel demanded as she moved in after Sam, "You take the aisle."

Angel tried to help Dean sit but he raised his hand irritably and did it himself. On stage a blind man wearing sunglasses, Roy Legrange, was helped to the lectern by a woman.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" The crowd agreed with him, "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act."

As he spoke, Angel and Sam each noticed a table onstage filled with religious items. An old wooden cross that is topped by a smaller cross in a circle catching their eye the most.

"But, I say to you, God is watching."

The crowd murmured their agreement, "Yes he is."

"God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt." The crowd nodded, cheered and murmured, "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."

As the crowd continued the murmuring, Dean leaned closer into his siblings, "Yeah, and into their wallets."

Roy addressed him and the crowd went silent, "You think so, young man?"

Dean looked around and the eyes staring at him, "Sorry."

"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." The crowd laughed, "What's your name, son?"

Dean cleared his throat, hesitating a little, "Dean."

"Dean." Roy nodded to himself, "I want- I want you to come up here with me."

The crowd clapped and Sue Ann moved to centre stage as she smiled at Dean.

He quickly shook his head, "No, it's ok."

Angel whirled on him, "Excuse you? Get your ass up Dean. You're going."

"Yeah." Sam agreed as he looked at him like he'd lost his mind, "What are you doing?!"

Roy addressed him again, "You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?"

Dean hesitated again, "Well, yeah, but ah…" The crowd clapped and made encouraging noises, "...maybe you should just pick someone else."

Angel and Sam both looked at Dean like he was insane as the crowd clapped loudly.

"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did."

The crowd got even more excited, "That's right! Yeah! Come on!"

Sam motioned excitedly, "Get up there!"

Dean reluctantly raised and moved toward the stage. Sue Ann moved to assist him and stood him next to Roy.

"You ready?"

Dean frowned, "Look, no disrespect, but ah, I'm not exactly a believer."

Roy smiled, "You will be, son. You will be." He addressed the crowd, "Pray with me, friends."

The crowd lifted their arms up and joined hands with each other. Roy lifted his hands to the air, then placed one first on Dean's shoulder and then on the side of his head.

"Alright now." Roy said to himself, "Alright now." Dean's eyes glazed over. His knees weakened and he sank to the floor, Roys hands still on his head, "Alright, now."

Dean wobbled, his eyes fell back in his head and he slipped to the stage floor.

Angel and Sam both jumped from their chairs and ran to the stage as the crowd clapped excitedly, "Dean!"

Sam grabbed the front of Deans hoodie as Angel put a hand on his face and shook him a little, "Dean?"

His eyes burst open as he gasped for air.

Sam watched him with worry, "Say Something!"

Dean blinked groggily and looked up to where Roy stood above him, hands out from his sides, palms up, looking happy. Slightly behind Roy, a tall man in a black suit with white hair, very white extremely wrinkled skin came into focus. He stared at Dean before he turned away and vanished, leaving Dean to watch in shock.