"The Lord, who guides me, by choosing who to heal, by helping me to see into people's hearts."
"Yeah or into their wallets."
The crowd went quiet after Dean's comment. He shifted uncomfortably.
"You think so young man?"
Kayla fought a smile when he apologized because she was sure the only thing he was sorry for was saying it out loud. She had faith, but even she had to draw the line at faith healer out of a tent. A tent with security cameras…
When Roy Le Grange called Dean up to the front, Sam grinned like crazy. It was sweet how excited he was, how much he wanted to save him. Dean's expression didn't change as he grudgingly got onto the stage, he didn't want any part of this. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to waste his time with this crackpot either.
A quiet gasp went through the crowd when he hit his knees. Even Kayla held her breath because Dean wouldn't fake it; he'd stand there with an unsurprised look on his face when nothing happened. But something happened…something, and then Dean collapsed.
She fought the urge to jump out of her seat and let Sam go to him. Let him be ok.