"You didn't hear him Callie! He's just given up! Just like that! Accepted the fact he's going to die! Who does that?!" Sam had been ranting for roughly twenty minutes with no end in sight. Callie didn't say anything, knowing that he just needed to get this off of his chest. They had visited Dean every day before straight into researching alternative ways to help him. Sam, understandably was getting more and more frustrated and upset and Callie was trying her hardest to push aside the confusing and conflicting emotions that were threatening to show. It had been three days since she met up with them and found out just how bad Dean was. She had called the hospital and told them that she was taking long leave effective immediately and due to the amount of hours she had clocked up over the years, she was granted three weeks paid leave. She was glad she didn't have to worry about her job for the next three weeks. She could concentrate on finding a cure for Dean.

"I mean come on! We live in the world of the supernatural! Mysterious shit happens all the time! Surely we can find something? Hell, I'll settle for a goddamn miracle! We have had to have missed something. Right Callie?" Callie was startled to see Sam looking at her, almost begging for reassurance. This was new. Sam had been in control the last three days and telling her what to do. She didn't know Sam as well as she felt she knew Dean. But she knew that she had to be strong her the youngest Winchester. He seemed ot be begging her for help.

"Do you want the nurse or the friend?" She asked simply. Sam frowned.

"The friend. I've had enough medical crap."

"We will find something to help Dean. I mean from what he has told me and from what I've seen the last few days, you are incredibly smart and very resourceful. Add to that how much you love your brother and how stubborn I am we will find something…anything to help him get better."

"What does the medical side of you say?" Sam asked after a few beats. He looked like the words tasted like vinegar coming out.

"My training tells me that there is nothing we can do but wait until… but the moral side of me says that we have yet to explore all options. The doctors in that hospital were willing to give up but I am not." She stood and squeezed his arm. "We'll find something Sam. Have a little bit of faith." She squeezed again and moved to the mini bar fridge to get a bottle of water. "Have you tried your dad?" She knew that the brothers weren't on great terms with their father. Dean had told her a few stories that made the man a total douchebag in her eyes. But if it meant more options and ideas to help Dean she would put aside her anger and annoyance at the absent father. Callie wasn't sure where the strong emotions towards John Winchester was coming from but pegged it to her loyalty to her knew found friends.

"Pfft like he'll care!" Sam burst out. "I have tried him so many times and he refuses to answer. I don't know whether or not that because I am calling or because he is just a dick but he will be no help. He is never there when we need him! He is so self-absorbed and obsessed with whatever has his attention that he can't see that we need him! I mean Dean is his favourite surely he would answer or call back but no! this hunt or whatever he is on is clearly more important than his own goddamn dying son!" Sam was breathing heavily and had clenched fists. Before Callie had a chance to say anything, he was moving towards the door, pulling on his coat.

"I need a freaking drink." He muttered before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

Callie sighed and run her hands over her face. She hadn't slept properly in the last three days. Not that that was new. Ever since the attack she found it very hard to sleep. And the sleep she managed to get was plagued by nightmares and strange dreams filled with monsters and a faceless man who always seemed out of reach. She was sure that he was important. She felt a tug towards him even if he was just a dream. She never saw his face and whenever she was close enough to touch him, he was gone. All she had gathered so far was that he was tall and solidly built and wanted her to be with him if the outstretched hand he always had out meant anything.
The whole bloody thing was confusing. Stupid animal attack. Stupid memory loss. Stupid oncoming headache.

A loud knock interrupted his thoughts. Thinking it may be Sam and he had calmed down, she opened it to find Dean leaning against the door frame, breathing heavily.

"The second floor sugar? Really?" He huffed before pushing past her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked confused and a little alarmed.

"You think for one damn minute I'm dying in that hospital you got another thing coming."

"Are you crazy?" she couldn't help but ask.

"It's been said " he grinned and sat down. Callie rushed over to help.

"Where's Sammy?"

"He left. He's... He's not coping well. "Just then the door opened to reveal Sam hanging up his phone.

"Dean?" Sam looked shocked. His brother grinned at him.

"Jesus Sammy, when was the last time you slept? You look worse than me!" He joked.

"We've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal." Sam piped up.

"What for?" Dean asked confused, turning to Callie. She shrugged

"For a way to help you." Dean turned from her and sunk deeper into the couch.

"One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist." Sam waved his phone in his hand. "I think it will be worth checking out." Dean rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to let me die in peace are you?"

"We're not going to let you die period." Callie piped up. He locked eyes with her and sighed knowing this was clearly a battle he wouldn't win.

"Nebraska quack here we come then."

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"A faith healer? Seriously? I thought you said a doctor!" Dean growled as they pulled up to what resembled a damn circus tent.

"I said specialist. You just assumed." Sam said getting out of the car. Callie had been quiet the whole trip, ever since seeing the car. It didn't sit right with him. she only ever went quiet something was wrong.

"You okay sugar?" He asked, taking advantage of the alone time. She seemed to jolt out of her thoughts.

"Yeah Dean I am ok. How are you?" She leant forward to lean her arm over the back of his seat and Dean got caught up in the smell of vanilla, sugar and flowers.

"Well I ain't dead yet." He replied. He felt the result of her sigh hit his cheek.

"I really wish you would stop saying shit like that. I know you have come to terms with it but Sam and I haven't yet ok?" she went to move away but Dean turned and trapped her hand on the seat. A jolt went up both their arms.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I'm just…acting tough I guess." Dean confessed. Callie sighed and rested her free hand on his cheek. Dean wanted to whimper. It was just like the old days when she remembered who he was.

"Look I don't know about this either okay? My nurse logical side tells me it's a waste of time and this dude is probably full of shit and weed but I am willing to try at least. And if this doesn't work than we'll find something and at least get a laugh out of the whole damn thing yeah? Sam thinks he's the real deal and your little brother is frightfully intelligent." She smiled and stroked his cheek. "Don't give up Dean. Not now." Their faces were so close and Dean wanted nothing more then to close the few inches and taste her lips again.

"Okay. No giving up. I'll…keep an open mind?" He grimaced at the thought which made Callie giggle.

"That's all I ask." Her eyes flashed to his lips and Dean moved in slowly…and it was at that moment that Sam opened the car door. Holding back a growl Dean moved away from Callie, not seeing the disappointed look on her face.

"Ready to go?" Sam asked, oblivious to what he had interrupted.

"I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent." Dean shook his head as he stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Callie slipped up of the back and stood just behind him. So much for keeping an open mind. She rolled her eyes. They made their way slowly towards the tent. A angry man was protesting loudly about how Reverend LeGrange was a fraud.

"Oh look. Someone else who doesn't believe this crap." Dean mumbled. Callie snorted and elbowed his ribs.

"Be nice. Sam worked hard to find this place."

"It's a freaking giant white tent! Bit hard to miss." Dean joked back throwing his arm around her shoulders. She assumed it was because he was having trouble walking and didn't want to worry Sam. Dean let her assume and enjoyed her being close.

"How can you be a sceptic? With the things we see every day?" Sam asked.

"Exactly Sam! We see them, we know they're real." Dean argued.

"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" Sam argued back, always the stubborn one.

"Because we've seen what evil does to good people?" Dean raised his eyebrow sarcastically.

"Look guys, take it from a nurse who has worked in the ED. Humans are crap. They can be evil too but…" She held up a hand as Sam tried to argue his point. "I do see the good in people as well and most of the time all it takes is a good doctor and a little faith and hope." She honestly didn't believe in this either. She was a woman of science and medicine and seeing a faith healer just seemed to make a mockery out of her degree. But, if there was a possibility of saving the man leaning heavily on her then she would do anything she could to help. Dean grimaced and rubbed his chest. Yep. She would do whatever it took. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something…almost familiar about the way Dean smelt. It was a woodsy, gunpowdery smell that tugged something in her mind but it seemed out of her reach.

"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." A soft voice sounded behind them. Dean turned and smiled at the pretty blonde behind them.

"Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject. I'm Dean. This is Sam and Callie." Dean dropped his arm from around Callie's shoulders to hold out his hand for her to shake. He missed the frown from Callie at the loss of contact.

"Layla. So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" She replied shaking his hand.

"Still working that out. These two apparently believe enough for all of us." Dean said with a flirty smile. Sam noticed Callie growled under her breath. She didn't appreciate Dean flirting with this women right in front of her. Not that she had any claim on the man but still…something about him flirty just irked her.

"If I can help in anyway, just let me know." Layla smiled at Dean. Callie clenched her jaw.

"Come on, Layla. It's about to start." An older woman wrapped her arms around her and pulled her away. They both smiled at the three travellers and moved inside the tent.

"Well…I can see the attraction." Dean turned to his brother and Callie with a grin. Callie rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be happy to help in any way she can." Callie sneered and pushed past Dean to follow the blonde. Dean turned to Sam confused.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows. Sam shook his head and sighed.

"Come on, let's just go in." And he pushed past his brother to follow Callie.

"What did I do?!" Dean asked loudly totally confused by the situation. When he didn't get an answer, he grudgingly followed his brother in. This was going to be fun. He thought sarcastically.

AN: Hey guys I know this chapter is crap and I am sorry but I thought that I would at least try to get something out as I am officially back at uni and three days in and already have two assignments. I will try to get the rest done soon.

Thank you also to Ian for mentioning the spacing. I do try to do it as much as possible but sometimes it doesn't come across that way when I post it on the site so I am sorry and I will get around to fixing it all.

As always, let me know what you think.

Wicked.