Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
A/N: Yes Dean and Aidan know about Sam's psychic abilities at this point in the story. I know I haven't dealt with them yet but don't you worry because I will at some point soon. Not this chapter though. Dean does NOT know that Sam dreamt of Jessica's death. That is still a secret between Sam and Aidan.
"Welcome to Nebraska. Home state of nothing." I said stepping out of the Impala. I looked at the big white tent in front of me. The sign read The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle. I took a look at all the sick people making there way into the tent while Sam helped Dean out of the car.
"Man, you are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor." Dean complained pushing Sam off of him.
"I believe I said specialist. Besides Joshua said he was the real deal." Was Sam for real with this faith healer crap?
"Sam, Joshua used to say a lot of things." I made my hand to mimic a drinking glass.
"Come on. I think it's about time you two had a little faith." I exchanged an eye roll with Dean, who was leaning against the car.
"Hey weren't you friends with Joshua's daughter?" Dean asked pointing to me.
"Uh yeah that was until you decided to pop her cherry and never call her again. Way to go!" I gave Dean a mock glare.
"Can we just go in?" Sam gestured to the tent that slowly filling with people.
"I don't know Sam, a faith healer? A guy who heals out of a tent?" I could tell Dean was reluctant to go in. Truth be told I wasn't to sure about this myself. An older walked by us completely offended by Dean's statement.
"Reverend LeGrange is a great man." She said hastily.
"I bet he is." She turned her nose up at me and walked away. I saw Dean flick her off behind her back. Sam looked at me for help. I sighed and turned to Dean.
"Dean seriously what could it hurt to just go in, sit down and listen to this guy?" Dean gave me a skeptical look. "Have a little faith Dean." I mocked Sam's voice that earned me a punch in the arm.
"Your not helping." Sam pushed me aside and stood in front of Dean.
"Dude how can you be a skeptic with the things we see everyday?" I had to admit Sam had a point there.
"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real." Dean also had a point.
"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" Sam two, Dean one. I looked to Dean to see what he would come up with.
"Because I've seen what evil does to good people." Ladies and Gentlemen we have a tie. I saw a blonde walk up behind Dean.
"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." She said, flashing Dean a smile. I resisted the urge to gag when I saw Dean give her his flirtatious smirk.
"Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject." Dean flirted. I saw the women roll her eyes.
"Excuse him. He hasn't been feeling well lately." I said coming up beside Dean. Dean gave me a jab in the ribs.
"I'm Dean." He extended his hand to her. "This brat is my sister Aidan, and that is my brother Sam." She expected his hand and gave me a small smile.
"Layla. So if you're not a believer then why are you here?" She asked adjusting her umbrella on her shoulder.
"Apparently my brother and sister believe enough for me." Layla's mother came up to us and told Layla that it was time to go in.
"I bet she can work in mysterious ways." Dean said licking his lips as he watched her leave. I punched his arm. "Hey you can't hit me."
"Let's just go in." I grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt and began to drag him toward the tent.
When we got into the tent, we noticed a large group of people sitting around waiting for the service to begin. Dean motioned to the security cameras that were scattered around the tent.
"Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over." Sam and I noticed the cameras. Dean went to sit down in the back.
"No let's sit up front." Sam pulled Dean back up.
"Why?" I asked. "These seats are just fine."
"Come on both you of." Sam helped Dean up to the front. "You all right?" Sam asked when he noticed Dean's look of pain.
"This is ridiculous. I'm good, dude, get off me." Dean pushed Sam away from him.
"Let's sit here." I gestured to three empty seats behind Layla and her mother.
"Perfect." Dean said when he noticed whom we were sitting behind. Sam made Dean sit in the aisle. The reverend took the stage to signal the beginning of the service. He was a blind man. I didn't really pay much attention to what he had to say. I should have considering I was trying to open minded about this. Sam smacked my shoulder lightly and motioned to the table that was on stage. It was filled with crosses and other religious items. I see an old cross that has another smaller cross on top with a circle around it. The crowd responded to what Roy had to say by cheering and murmuring. There was a lot of nodding. Dean leaned into Sam and whispered something that I didn't quite catch.
"You think so young man?" I put my hand over my eyes and slouched in my chair when the entire church went silent. Dean looked around embarrassed.
"Sorry." He mumbled sheepishly.
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." The church broke out into laughter, which made Dean more embarrassed. "What's your name son?"
"Dean."
"Dean come on up here?" Dean looked to me and Sam for some sort of guidance. Sam urged him by almost pushing him out of the chair. I noticed how uncomfortable Dean looked on the stage.
"Think it will work?" I whispered to Sam.
"I hope so." He whispered back.
Roy started to pray. The crowd joined him by putting their hands in there air. I looked on nervously as Roy moved his hand to Dean's forehead. Dean's eyes glazed over. He began to get dizzy and weak. Dean fell to his knees and then collapsed to floor.
"Dean!" I jumped over Sam and ran to the stage. I grabbed the neck of Dean's sweatshirt and began to shake him. "Come on! Wake up!" I slapped the side of his face lightly. Sam came up behind me. Dean suddenly snapped his eyes open gasping for air.
"Say something." Sam said from beside me. Dean continued to try and catch his breath. I sat him up a little trying to ignore the shocked expression that his face showed.
After the service Sam found the nearest doctor's office to get Dean's heart tested to see if Roy's healing process really worked. We sat in the waiting room for the doctor to come back with the test results. I pulled out my phone to play a game and to secretly check if Dad had called me back. Oh! I still have a saved game of Tetris!
"So if the results come back and it isn't good, what then?" I asked not looking up from my game.
"Way to be optimistic." Sam scolded snatching my phone from my hand.
"She's just trying to realistic." Dean grabbed my phone from Sam's hand and tossed it back to me.
"You two are two peas in a pod." Sam leaned against the wall crossing his arms over his chest. The doctor walked back into the room with a folder in her hands.
"Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was." Dean and I exchanged a curious look. Sam just looked beyond thrilled. "Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble but, still it's strange it does happen." She closed the folder back up with Dean's test results.
"Strange how?" Dean asked.
"Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack." Dean looked concerned at that response. Sam looked almost guilty. We thanked the doctor and she left the room.
"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, man." Sam tried to reason.
"Yeah, if your eighty." I scoffed, tossing Dean his jacket.
"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?" I almost had to agree with Sam on this one. I was scared on what we would find if we looked any further into this.
"When I was healed, I just—I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second, I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit."
"There was no spirit on stage Dean. We would have seen it." I gestured to Sam and myself.
"Yeah the only people on stage was you and Roy."
"Well, excuse me, psychic wonder and captain know it all. But you're just going to need a little faith on this one. I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this." I sighed and looked to Sam. We both gave in to Dean's request.
"Fine. What do you want us to do?" I asked crossing my arms.
"I want Sam to see what he can find out on the heart attack guy and you're coming to me to talk with Roy and his wife."
"I don't want to go see Roy. He gives me the heebie jeebies." I wiggled my fingers in front of my face. Dean gave me a blank stare then sighed.
"Fine go with Sam you trader."
"You're going to give me a complex with all the names you call me." I said with a feigned serious tone. Dean just laughed as we left the room.
The name of the man who had the heart attack was Marshall Hall. He was a local swimmer. I figured out where he swan everyday. Sam and I were talking with a friend of his.
"I'm telling you, he seemed healthy. Swam every day, didn't smoke. So, a heart attack just kind of seemed, well, bizarre."
"You said he was running before everything?" Sam asked trying to put everything together.
"Did you see anything?" I asked.
"Yes." Sam and I waited for his response. "Thin air. There was nothing after him."
"Thanks for your help." Sam and I went leave. I noticed that the clock had stopped.
"You might want to fix your clock." I pointed to the busted clock.
"Tried, it's just frozen at 4:17."
"Same time Marshall died." Sam stated.
"How'd you know that?" Marshall friend looked at us strangely.
"Were just smart like that. We will be in touch." I said leaving the pool area.
"You have to learn to watch your mouth." Sam said catching up with me. "Not everyone understand you weird sense of humor."
"Whatever let's just get back to the motel."
When Sam and I got back to our motel room he wanted to start cross checking everyone that Roy healed to local deaths in the area. After the fourth one checked out, I became bored with the whole process.
"Sam I think we made our point. They are all going to check out." I whined
"Your just bored." Sam continued to research. I slid my reading glasses to the top of my head.
"Maybe." I got off the bed to get a soda. "How are we going to tell Dean?" I leaned against the counter taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.
"Tell Dean what?" Dean asked stepping into the room. I didn't even hear the door open.
"How handsome he is." I joked making my way back to the bed.
"Cute." He said dryly. "What did you find out?" Dean sat next to on the bed looking at the papers I had in front of me.
"I'm sorry." Sam blurted out. Dean didn't even look up.
"For what?" He asked taking a swig of my soda.
"Marshall died the same you were healed. Sam and I crossed checked everyone Roy has healed in the past year. Every time he heals someone, someone else dies." I explained to Dean who looked stunned.
"Same symptoms?" Dean asked. Sam and I nodded. He got up from the bed and began to pace the room.
"You should have never brought me here." Dean yelled.
"We were trying to save your life." Sam yelled back.
"Some is dead because of me!" Dean pointed to himself.
"We didn't know that!" I yelled.
"I just don't understand how he is trading a life for a life." Sam wondered.
"Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him." Dean scratched that back of this neck.
"Care to share?" I questioned sitting back in the bed.
"There is only one thing that can give and take life like that." Sam and I looked at Dean confused. "We're dealing with a reaper."
A/N: Next Chapter will deal with the rest of the Faith episode. REVIEW!