Don't let Roy heal anyone.

Dean hung up his cell phone and glanced to Kayla before settling his gaze on the stage. Christ, what hadn't she seen in him already? He'd already been kidnapped by the apple pie people, nearly electrocuted to death, staggering around like a weak, beaten puppy and now he didn't really want to stop Roy from healing Layla. He was nothing short of a complete mess lately. Too bad she was already a hunter or he'd send her away before she ended up just like him.

Kayla admired his attempt to stop Layla, she admired his ability to yell fire even more. If she were alone she might have let that one slip. Layla was so young, what's one more angry protester right? She sighed quietly, it still didn't make it right and she swallowed her emotions when she saw Layla's mother's reaction to the fleeing crowd.

"I stopped Roy." Dean muttered into his phone. There was a long pause. "What?"

The preacher's wife hadn't left the tent. Instead she stood facing the corner, praying silently to herself. But why would she be in here praying? Why wouldn't she be…right, of course. Kayla went and grabbed her by the shoulder, startling her out of whatever she was doing.

"Then who the hell is?" Dean looked towards Kayla. "Sue Anne."

When the woman saw Dean coming she tucked her pendant and cried wolf, she could have popped her in the eye when the cops showed up to escort them out of the building.

So Mrs. Healer Preacher was calling the shots. When they met back up with Sam they found out that she was using a pretty dark spell to trap a reaper. Her original intentions were good but like most cases, power corrupted. They had to break the spell.

That night, Kayla did as she was told and stayed low near the tent while the boys worked their magic. Dean distracted the cops while Sam searched the house, she wished luck to them both. Either way it would be depressing; Roy had already started his healing routine. If they were successful, Layla's tumor would kill her. If they failed, someone would die. Out of habit she started to circle the area.

"Dean!"

He was on his knees and it hit her immediately what was happening. Dean held an arm out to motion her away but it wasn't her the reaper was after. His eyes were glazed over white and when she touched him an eerie cold swept her body and made her step back. She yelled towards the house.

"Sam hurry up!"

As if by request, Dean's eyes turned back to normal and he jerked onto the ground, gasping for breath.

"Are you ok?" She kneeled and touched his shoulder. "Dean."

He took a moment to steady his breath. "Yeah, yeah I'm ok." He laid his head on the ground. "Jesus."

"Close call."

"No shit." He looked at her, his expression changing. "You know actually, with the whole, almost dying thing I'm having a little trouble with my airway."

She tried to fight the smile but knew the corners of her mouth tilted up. "Is that so?"

"Hey I'm the professional, I've been doing this a lot longer than you."

Kayla nodded. "You're right, you're the professional."

He lifted his head but before either of them could react Sam was coming towards them.

"Dean! Dude, are you ok?"

Dean let his head down again. "Buzz kill." After a deep breath he slowly rose to his feet. "It took you long enough."

Sam grimaced. "You're welcome."