Hey, my minions! Hope all is well! The reason I wrote this chapter this was is because I'm tired of reading the same 'Faith' chapter in every sisfic and wanted to twist it a little. I know that I've been torturing Kat a lot lately and I'm sorry for that. The reason for this chapter being called 'Twisted Faith' is because of how twisted I made this episode.

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Twisted Faith

Dean, Sam, and I got out of the Impala and made our way to the trunk. Dean opened it, pulled out three tasers and handed one to Sam and I. Usually, Dean wouldn't let me in on a hunt like this but I've been really good lately. I have been taking all my pills when I was supposed to and this was my reward. I'm totally fine now. No pain, no pain med. Perfect.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked as he checked over his own taser.

"A hundred thousand volts," he answered before turning to me, "Hey, careful." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the taser he was waving in my face.

"Damn," Sam replied simply. I shrugged it off though it wasn't like one of us was going to get toasted.

"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things so make it count." He looked at me when he said the last part. What's he think I'm going to shoot it for no reason?

We entered the house and made our way down the stairs into the basement. As well as the tasers Dean had given us we each had our own handguns just in case. When we reached the bottom of the stairs we heard a noise coming from an old cabinet.

"On three," Dean whispered holding up one finger to start counting, "One, two, three."

He swung the door open and we found two little kids hiding inside. I crouched down so I was at their level, "Is it still here?" The young boy and girl nodded quickly obviously scared out of their minds. What in the hell were kids doing here anyways? "Okay, grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you two out of here. Let's go, let's go," I tried to hurry them along they moved towards the stairs with Sam, "Alright, go!"

Sam started to take them up the stairs while I started looking for the thing we were looking for. Yeah, I know I should know it's name and Dean said it earlier but I forgot. Sorry. I heard the kids scream and looked over to see a fugly hand reaching though the steps and grabbing onto Sam's ankle.

"Sam!" Dean shouted and shot his taser, but missed. "Sam, get 'em outta here!"

Sam threw Dean his taser and ran the rest of the way up the stairs. Dean and I made out way around the basement looking for this thing. We were only about ten feet apart but in situations like this ten feet feels like a million miles.

"Come on!" Dean called out, getting frustrated that it hadn't reappeared.

Then the fugly creature jumped out of nowhere and shoved me across the room causing me to drop my gun and taser. I tried to get up but not before I realized the creature was closing in on me. I saw Dean come up behind it and before I had the chance to tell dean that the creature and I were standing in a puddle of water he pulled the trigger. My skin felt like it was on fire and I had never experienced anything so painful. The last thing I saw before everything went black was dean's horrified face when he realized what he had done.

I had been awake for a few minutes and was still trying to process everything that my doctor had told me. I couldn't believe it, I was going to die. The electricity had done a number on my brain making it hard for me to keep up with what was happening but that wasn't the major problem. Nope. It was my heart. It had been fried when I was electrocuted and there was nothing they could do to fix it. It would give out a in a few weeks and I would die.

I felt weak. So weak that it was almost a struggle to roll my head towards the door when I heard my brothers come in.

"We talked to your doctor," Sam started.

"Can I have a new one? He smells funny. Like…old man funny. I don't like that." Sam smirked slightly but it was quickly replaced by a look of seriousness again. I noticed Dean hadn't walked all the way in like Sam had but instead was hanging back by the door. I knew he was blaming himself and he did pull the trigger but he would never intentionally put me in harm's way. "I'm sorry," I apologized before I realized what was coming out of my mouth.

Dean visibly stiffened for a moment. Oops. He strode over to my bedside and leaned over so he was at my level as he grabbed my hand, "Don't you ever apologize to me for this ever again. You hear me? I did this. It's all my fault but I'll be damned if I don't do everything in my power to save you first."

He kissed the top of my head and turned to leave but not before I saw the tears forming in his eyes. Sam walked over to me and placed a kiss the same place Dean had.

"I guess this isn't just the end of the chapter but the end of my story," I thought out loud as Sam started to walk away.

He quickly came back to my bedside, "Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options." He ran a hand down my face catching the tears that had fallen without my permission.

"What options?" I cried. "Burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy but I'm going to die and you guys…you're not going to be able to stop it."

He kissed my cheek, "Watch us."

I had been in the hospital for three days when Dean finally came back to see me the guilt still strong in his eyes. We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever until he finally spoke. "For the past three days I have been looking for a way to save you. Sam and I both." He paused and looked down at his clasped hands, adding softly, "And we haven't found anything."

A lump formed in my throat, that wasn't what I was expecting to hear come out of his mouth. "Can we leave?" He looked like he was ready to deny my request of freedom so I continued. "I wanna be with you and Sammy. I don't want to be here by myself anymore…I don't want to die by myself."

The last part did him in and he was sold. He checked me out after receiving disapproving looks from the doctors and nurses.

He carried me into the motel room and set me on one of the beds. Sam was instantly on his feet in shock. "What the hell, Dean?"

"I didn't want to be alone when I kicked the bucket, Sam. He was just doing what I asked," I explained causing Sam to frown.

"We aren't going to let you die."

"Well, you're running out of time." I felt myself becoming weaker by the day though I wouldn't tell them that because they would only worry more.

I was in and out of sleep for the rest of the day only catching pieces of different conversations. Eventually someone shook my shoulder.

"Kitty?" I knew the voice but my fried brain wouldn't let me place it. Damn that taser. When I opened my eyes I saw a man with short dirty-blonde spiked hair. I recognized him but his name wasn't coming to mind. "We found something…but you may not like it." Who was this person? Just then another guy walked in the room.

"Hey, Dean." I have a brother named Dean. Is this him? Does that mean that is Sam? Why can't I remember their faces but I can remember everything else? I slowly sat up as Sam handed me a container of soup. It must have been because I was in such a deep sleep, the more I woke up the more I realized who they were. Dean took the container from me after I couldn't get the lid off because I was shaking so bad.

"What is it? What did you find?" I asked Dean.

"We found a faith healer," he answered hesitantly like he was waiting for me to lash out or something.

"O-okay," I stammered.

"Really?" he questioned with a spoonful of soup half way to my mouth.

I agreed that we should go and I got settled in the front seat of the Impala with my brothers all of us wanting to be close to each other. I had my head on Sam's lap and my feet on Dean's as I turned on 'Stairway to Heaven' and hummed along until I fell asleep. I woke up when I felt the car coming to a stop. The ground was muddy and the sky overcast. I hate rain.

"I wanna try and walk," I said as I let Dean help me out of the car and hold on to me until I was steady on my feet. I almost couldn't even stand. Dean took most of my weight and led me toward the white tent. We walked past an angry man but I couldn't make out what he was saying. "How do we know this isn't evil?"

A kid around my age with chocolate brown curls passed me with a wink, "Maybe God works in mysterious ways."

I smiled, "Maybe. This is Sam and Dean, my brothers, and I'm Kat."

"Jordan," he nodded in greeting. "So if you don't believe than why are you here?"

I shrugged, "I've got a couple days to live and figured, what the hey."

"Well, I hope God picks you today," he told me before joining who I assumed was his mom.

We walked into the tent and Sam pulled Dean and me into the second row where there were three empty seats. I sat in the aisle seat with Dean to my right and Sam on the other side of him. He put his arm around my shoulders to keep me from slumping over and I noticed Jordan and his mom were sitting in front of us.

The faith healer got up and started the service. "Each morning my wife, Sue Ann, reads the news. Never seems good, does it? Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral unspeakable act but I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good and He punishes the corrupt. It is the Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal but helping me see into their hearts."

There were some whispers in the crowd of people of agreement when Dean mumbled, "Yeah, and into their wallets." Oh, God.

"You think so, young man?" The faith healer, Roy, questioned.

The room was silent waiting for his answer. "Sorry," Dean apologized shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Liar. He wasn't sorry.

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

Dean and I shared a look. How in heaven did he know? "Kat."

"Kat…I want- I want you to come up here with me." I struggled to stand so Dean helped me and practically carried me to the stage even though he himself was unsure about this faith healer. He stepped away from me once he knew I wouldn't fall over. "You ready? Pray with me friends," Roy requested, not waiting for my reply. He lifted both hands in the air in prayer and placed one on my shoulder before moving it to the side of my head. "Alright now, alright now." Do older people always repeat themselves twice?

DEAN'S P.O.V.

I watched Kat very intensely after returning to my seat by Sam. I watched as Roy lifted his hands to the sky and after a moment placed one on Kat's shoulder then moved it to the side of her head. Then as if in slow motion I watched as her eyes glazed over and finally shut before her knees buckled and she slipped to the stage floor.

"Kat!" Sam and I yelled at the same time as we jumped up from our seats and rushed to our baby sister's side. The crowd clapped and shouted praises but it was all background noise to me. I ran my hand through her hair and called out her name until her eyes burst open and she gasped for air.

"Kat, say something!" Sam pleaded.

KAT'S P.O.V.

I opened my eyes to see Sam and Dean hovered over me with worried expressions. "Say something!" Sam pleaded. Roy stood above me with his hands raised, palms up towards heaven. I saw movement behind him and when I looked I saw a tall man in a black suit with white hair and really wrinkly porcelain looking skin. The man stared at me for a few seconds before turning away and vanishing into thin air. I couldn't help the shocked expression that washed over my face.

"So, you really feel okay?" Sam asked for the millionth time. I was sitting in an examination room at the hospital and the doctor had just finished poking and prodding me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered off-handedly. I was still thinking about the man in black that I saw when Roy healed me. What was he? Because he obviously wasn't human. Was he a ghost? Was he even really there? Was it just my electrocuted brain playing tricks on me again?

"Well," the doctor reentered the room looking over my chart. "According to your test there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign that there ever was. Not that a girl your age should be having heart trouble, but still, it does happen."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.

"Well, just yesterday, a young girl like you, seventeen, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack," he replied.

The information hit me like a ton of bricks. That could have been me. I thanked the doctor and walked out of the room. "That's not right," I said to no one in particular.

"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, babe."

I gave Sam a look of incredulity. "Are you shitting me?!" People on the hall we were walking down turned their attention to us after my outburst. I took a deep breath and lowered my voice. "No, Sam, they don't. Especially not seventeen year old athletic girls!"

"Babe, calm done. I'm sure it's nothing," Sam tried to appease me.

I was about to yell at him some more when Dean spoke up, "Kitty, so 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?"

Dean was almost pleading with me with his eyes but I couldn't let it go. "When have you ever known me not to look it in the mouth?" They both bitch-faced realizing that I was right. "And because I can't shake this feeling, okay?"

"What feeling?" Sam questioned, a confused look taking over his features.

"When I was 'healed'," I used air quotes because I wasn't exactly sure what to call what had just happened to me. "I just…I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second…I saw someone. This like…old guy. At first I didn't know what it was but now I'm pretty sure it was a spirit."

"Kat, if something was there I would have seen it too. I mean, I've been seeing all kinds of things lately," Sam reminded.

"I may not have psychic abilities like you, Mr. Cleo, but I know what I saw and I saw a spirit."

"Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?"

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