Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
Sam and I exchanged a doubtful glance. I scratched my eyebrow before answering Dean.
"You think were dealing with the reaper? Seriously?"
"You really think it's the Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?" Sam asked as hesitant as I was. Dean let out a breath in frustration.
"No, no, no. Not the Reaper, a reaper. There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on Earth. Go by a hundred different names. It's possible that there's more than one of them." I was still a little skeptical about this whole reaper thing but I decided to humor Dean and go along with it for a while.
"Your right."
"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam said repeating what Dean had told us earlier.
"Well, what, do you think he should've been working the whole black robe thing?"
"Well yeah. What else would the-I mean a reaper be wearing?" I laughed at my own joke. I was the only one.
"You said that the clock had stopped right?" Dean asked Sam ignoring me completely. I scowled a bit.
"But what does a stopped clock have to do with it?" I asked. Dean held up a picture of a reaper.
"Reapers stop time. Have I taught you nothing?" I rolled my eyes at him and took a better look at the picture. "And you can only see them when they're coming at you, which is why I could see it and you couldn't." Sam and I still weren't completely sold on the idea but it did make more sense.
"Uh maybe." Sam gave me a hesitant look. I bit my lip and shook my head.
"What else could it be!" Dean yelled completely frustrated with us at this point. "The question is, how is Roy controlling it?" I tapped my chin in feigned concentration. Dean pushed me off the bed.
"Stop it! I'm being serious about this." I pushed my hair out of my eyes and leaned against the bed from the floor. A thought suddenly came to my head. I snapped my fingers and turned to Sam.
"That cross." Sam's eyes lit up in recognition.
"What cross?" Dean asked.
"There was this cross. I noticed it in the church tent, I knew I had seen it before." Sam replied. He started to look through some tarot cards.
"You have tarot cards?" I picked myself up off the floor and started to shuffle through the cards.
"Get out." Sam took the cards out of my hand and shoved me away.
"What the hell is this? Pick on baby sister day." I went back over and sat on the bed.
"It's always pick on baby sister day." Dean said taking the card that Sam was handing him. I looked over Dean's shoulder to see the card that Sam had handed him. It illustrates a skeleton with a crown on its head. The cross is in the corner of the picture.
"Really? A tarot?" Dean looked at the card. I stuck out my tongue at Sam.
"It makes sense. I mean, tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right? When some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff. Necromancy, and how to push death away, how to cause it."
"Necromancy?" I mouthed trying to hide my confusion of the word. "So you're saying that Roy is using black magic?"
"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a Great White." Sam said gathering up the tarot cards.
"Or trying to keep Dean celibate." I joked, an amused smile dancing across my face. The smile vanished when I saw the glare I was getting from Dean. "What? It's true." I crossed my arms over my chest in defense.
"She's got a point." Sam said coming to my defense. I gave Sam a high-five when I saw Dean's mouth gap open a bit.
"Ok then we stop Roy." Dean said coming back to the point.
"How do we do that?" Sam asked.
"You know how." Dean stated. I recognized the look in Dean's eyes. I felt my jaw slack a bit.
"You can't kill him." I said standing up. Sam furrowed his eyebrows when he realized that Dean was serious.
"Why not? The guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies, that's a monster in my book." I was so disgusted with my brother at this point and I couldn't stand being in the same room as him.
"I can't believe you!" I yelled at him. I grabbed the hoodie that Sam gave me and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I found myself lying in a patch of grass right outside the motel. Looking at the sky always had a way of calming me down especially when the stars were out. I heard the disturbance of gravel next to me. I recognized the shoes that stood next to me.
"Were going to Roy's church to figure out a way to stop him without killing him. If you're done pouting your welcome to come." Dean said standing over me. I sighed and held up both of my hands. Dean took them and pulled me off the ground. "Where did you get this?" He gave the sleeve a slight tug.
"Sam let me borrow it. I never gave it back." I answered walking toward the Impala not bothering to look at Dean.
"Hey!" He called after me. I stop and turned to face him. "Do we have to talk about this?"
"We have to go stop Roy." I turned on my heels and finished my walk to the Impala.
The sight was all too familiar when we pulled up the church. I recognized some of the people from the last visit. These people must have been really desperate. I was too busy watching people to hear what the plan was. I really needed to get checked for ADD or something.
"Come on. We need to distract Roy." I let Dean led me to tent by my arm. I saw Sam make his way to the house. Yeah I really needed to start paying more attention. Dean and I stood in the back. Dean's phone went off. He positioned his phone so we both could hear him.
"He's picking people who he finds immoral. The protestor from the parking lot is next. I will go find him. You and Aidan just need to figure out a way to keep Roy from healing someone else." Dean hung up.
"Sounds easy enough." I said sarcastically. All right I was still a little bitter from earlier. Dean's head snapped toward the stage when Layla's name was called. I jerked my head to signal him to stop her. I tapped my foot impatiently while Dean tried to talk to Layla. It was no good. He turned to me and threw his arms up. Quick thinking was what I was good at.
"Fire!" I yelled out. "Everyone out! Fire!" I was nearly trampled at the crowd rushing out of the tent. I clenched my eyes at the sounds of Layla mother's pleading cries for the reverend to continue. Dean called Sam to tell him that it should be over. Sue Ann caught my attention. She was hunched in the corner. I walked over to her and forcefully turned her around. The cross from the tarot card hung around her neck.
"Help me! Help! Help!" She cried out. Dean rushed over to us. Right behind him were the cops. Dean and I were both dragged out of the tent by the cops.
"I just don't understand. After everything we've done for you, after Roy healed you. We're very, very disappointed, Dean." Sue Ann lectured.
"She's the one that grabbed you." I gave Dean a sober stare.
"You can let them go, I'm not going to press charges. The Lord will deal with him as he sees fit." I resisted the urge to kick dirt as Sue Ann walked away. The cops let us go.
"We catch you two around here again, we will put the fear of God in you." I smirked a little.
"Got it. The fear of God." Dean nodded to show that he understood. We turned to see Layla standing behind us.
"I'm going to find Sam." I said giving Dean and Layla the space to talk. I found Sam waiting by the car.
"Cops? Really?" Sam said as I walked up to him. I smiled a little.
"What's a day without cops in the Winchester world?" I gave a careless shrug standing next to him watching Dean talk to Layla.
"I do want my hoodie back." Sam said. I just shook my head no. Dean came up to us after his talk with Layla.
"Come on. We have to figure this out."
Once we were back at the motel Sam and Dean started in on how to finish the case. I sat back and listened as they threw ideas back and forth.
"You know Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this. And when she dropped it, the reaper backed off." I held up the picture that I was looking at.
"So do we destroy the cross or the altar?" Sam asked.
"Maybe both." Dean suggested. Sam and I shared the same annoyed expression. Dean rolled his eyes at us. "Whatever we do, we need to do it fast. Roy is healing Layla tonight." A silence filled the room. I didn't think it would ever happen but the silence was awkward.
"Can we talk about the elephant that's in the room?" Sam said breaking it.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I got off the bed and walked over to the table to get a snack.
"Sam why don't we meet you in the car." Dean said. Sam took that as his cue to leave the room. "We really need to talk about this." Dean turned to me.
"Talk about what?" I replied, playing dumb.
"About what happened earlier." I sighed knowing that Dean wasn't going to let up.
"You were going to kill an innocent man." Dean ran a hand down his face.
"I thought…"
"Yeah you thought. You weren't completely positive it was Roy!"
"At that moment all signs pointed to Roy!" Dean yelled.
"But you just wanted to shot him! Waste him! Instead of figuring out a different way! Since when are you like that!" I cried. Dean cocked his head to the side.
"I kill all sorts of things." Dean tried to justify himself.
"Evil supernatural things, not human beings." I put my hands on my hips waiting for his response. I could tell that I had him thinking.
"Your right. I'm sorry." I nodded.
"Sam's waiting." I brushed past him.
"Are we cool?" He asked. I twirled around. Dean was giving me an apologetic stare. I rolled my eyes.
"Your still an ass." I said smirking.
"And you're still a brat." Dean walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"I promise." He kissed the top of my head. "Now let's get this over with."
We pulled up next to Layla's car.
"That's Layla's car. She is already here." Sam said.
"Really Sam? I would have never figured that out. Thanks for clearing that up." Sam glared at my sarcastic tone.
"You know, if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now." Dean said half-heartily while staring at her car.
"Don't do this to yourself." I placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"And if she's not healed tonight, she's going to die in a couple months." I sucked in a sharp breath at the realization on how attached Dean was to this girl. Sam would have some supporting words for Dean at this point.
"What's happening to her is horrible. But, what are you going to do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean. You can't play God." Ok those wouldn't be the words that I would have choose but they worked nonetheless. Dean didn't say anything but just got out of the car. We walked to the tent to see what was happening. Roy had just started his sermon. Sue Ann wasn't in her normal spot.
"Go the house and find Sue Ann. I will catch up." Dean instructed to Sam.
"What am I suppose to do?" I asked as Sam snuck up to the house.
"Keep watch." Dean replied sprinting off to hassle the cops. I stood outside the tent listening to the sermon that Roy was giving. I shook my head when Layla's name was called up. The streetlights suddenly started to shut off one by one. Something wasn't right. I could feel it. I didn't know if I should go find Sam or Dean first. What I did know was that I couldn't just stand here and do nothing. I heard cries coming from near the house, so I took that as my cue. I ran to see Sam standing over Sue Ann's lifeless body.
"What happened?" I asked looking at her.
"We need to find Dean and get out of here." Sam led me to the direction of the car. I gave Sue Ann one last look over my shoulder. We met Dean by the car. He looked a little pale.
"You all right?" Sam asked him.
"A little weak." He answered. At this point I was completely confused. Obviously something huge happened while I was keeping watch.
"What the hell happened back there?" I demanded.
"We'll explain on the way back. Let's just get going." Sam said while getting into the car.
The next morning we were rushing around to get ready to leave. I was more then ready to leave this town. I noticed Dean sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked like he was lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned, sitting next to him. Sam stopped what he was doing and turned to us.
"We did the right thing here, didn't we?" He asked looking at the ground. I didn't try to hide the shocked expression that was written across my face.
"Of course we did." Sam answered for me.
"Why would you ask something like that?" I asked trying to figure out where his head was at.
"It didn't feel like it." A knock at the door interrupted the conversation.
"I got it." Sam walked to the door. Dean stood up when Layla walked further into the room.
"How did you know where we were?"
"Sam called, said you wanted to say goodbye." Sam smiled at them.
"Come on Aidan, let's go get a soda."
"I'm not thirsty." I said. I was determined to stick to my spot on the bed.
"Come on." Sam snarled, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. He literally dragged me out of the room.
"All right. I got it. Let go." I pushed Sam's hand off me once we were out of the room. I tried to straighten out my now stretched out collar.
"Must you always be difficult?" Sam asked putting some money into a vending machine. I smirked at him. If I had a dollar every time he asked me that.
"It keeps you on your toes." I responded taking the soda he was handing me.
"I think our job does that enough." I nodded in agreement. Layla emerged from the room a few seconds later. Sam and I said goodbye to her when she walked past us.
"Let's get Dean so we can hit the road." I said heading back to the room to finish packing.
A/N: I have the final chapter of this story pretty much planned out. I think it will surprise most of you. Don't worry I still have a few more chapters to write. Next Chapter: Aidan comes face to face with everyone's favorite demon, where secrets will be revealed.