It was supposed to be a routine hunt...Night had settled as Dean parked in front of the rundown mobile home you guys got out of the Impala, while Dean opened the trunk. "What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked Dean as they grabbed two stun guns.

"A hundred-thousand volts." Dean replied as he set the charge on the guns.

"D*mn." you commented as he passed you a flashlight.

"Yeah, I want this Rawhead extra-freaking crispy." Dean voiced. "Now remember, you only get one shot with these. So make it count" Dean warned as he closed the trunk. You followed the boys into the house covering their backs in case anything happened, while Dean kicked the basement door open and they walked down the stairs with their stun guns at the ready. When Dean hit the basement floor he heard rattling coming from a cabinet nearby, so the boys slowly approached the it while you shined your flashlight at it. "Oh three." Dean whispered. One...two...three." Then we opened the door to reveal two children hiding in the cabinet.

"Is it still here?" Sam asked the children. They nodded vigorously.

"Okay, here take your sister's hand." Dean asked he took the boy's hand. "Y/N, get them upstairs first, we'll be right behind you."

"Got it! Let's go kids." you cooed at the children as you took their hands and led them upstairs. Sm was next and Dean was supposed to be behind him, but as Sam went up the steps something grabbed him by the ankle and he tripped.

"Y/N get them out of here!" you heard Dean shout as you nudged the children up the stairs and out to the Impala.

"Shhh, everything's all right now, see." you said trying to comfort them as you put them in the backseat of the car. Everything went quiet until you heard Sam scream. You ran back into the house and to the basement to see Sam holding Dean who was unconscious. "What happened?" you asked as you ran over to check on Dean.

"Dean accidentally got shocked by the stun gun when he fired it at the creature." Sam stammered.

"What!" you cried as you knelt down next to Sam."Dean! Dean! Come on Dean!" you said shaking him as tears pricked your eyes.


"Sir, I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." The nurse pointed out as she was filling out Dean's paperwork. When he wouldn't wake up you and Sam called 911 and got to the hospital as quick as you could. OF course that meant the police got involved as well. Sam was handling the paperwork and the bill while you explained what happened to the police.

"Right. Oh, um...Okay." Sam mumbled as he pulled a credit card out of his wallet and handed it to her.

"Okay, Mr. Burkowitz." She read as she held the card.

"So what happened again?" one of the cops asked you, directing your focus away from Sam, as he had a pen and notebook ready.

"We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood and, um, our windows were down and we heard some screaming when we drove past the house. So, we stopped. Ran in."

"You found the kids in the basement?" the cop asked.

"Yeah." you replied as you nodded your head.

"Well, thank God you did." the cop concluded as you noticed the doctor going to talk to Sam. You wanted to hear how Dean was doing.

"Excuse me." you said as you walked over to Sam.

"Sure." the cops said goodbye and left.

"Hey, doc." Sam greeted. "Is he-?"

"He's resting." The doctor answered as he closed the folder he was holding.

"And-?" you started to say.

"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart, it's damaged." The doctor explained.

"How damaged?" Sam wondered.

"We've done all we can. We can, uh, try and keep him comfortable at this point, but I give him a couple weeks at most, maybe a month." The doctor stated.

"No, no there's-There's gotta be something you can do. Some kind of treatment-?" Sam cried and he started tearing up. You were trying to contain your tears, but you couldn't.

"We can't work miracles." The doctor insisted. "I really am sorry." Sam took a deep breath as you two walked over to Dean's room to figure out if you could fix this.

"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV?" Dean wondered weakly as you and Sam walked in the room. Dean was flipping through TV channels as he laid in his hostpital bed. "It's terrible."

"We talked to your doctor." Sam stated as he let go a big sigh.

"That fabric softener teddy bear? Ooh, I'm gonna hunt that little bit*h down." Dean quipped.

"Dean." Sam insisted.

"Yeah." Dean answered as he shut the TV off. "All right, well, looks like you two are gonna leave town without me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked. "We're not gonna leave you here."

"Hey, Y/N make sure he takes care of that car." Dean requested. "Or I swear I'll haunt both of your as*es."

"I don't think that's funny." Sam scolded as he shook his head.

"Oh come on it's a little funny." Dean muttered weakly. Looking at him made you want to cry, his face was discolored and reddish, and his cheeks were sunken in. There was an awkward uneasiness between the three off you. You and Sam didn't want to admit that Dean was probably gonna die, but it's hard to deny it when he is laying right in front of you. "Look guys, what can I say? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."

"Don't talk like that, all right?" Sam cried. "We still have options."

"What options?" Dean wondered. "You got burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy, but...I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it."

"I've known you for seven months now, Dean and if there's one thing I learned it's that Dean Winchester does not give up." You stated. "And neither will we!" you proclaimed as you left the room. You and Sam went back to the motel you were staying at and worked on finding a way to save Dean. Sam had papers, books, John's journal scattered on the bed around him while he called John.

"Hey, dad, it's Sam. Uh...You probably won't even get this, but, uh, it's Dean. He's sick and, uh, the doctor said there's nothing they can do. Um...But, they don't know the things we know, right? Um, so don't worry, 'cause Y/N and I are, uh, going to do whatever it takes to get him better. All right. Just wanted you to know." Sam left a message on John's voicemail since he didn't pick up again. You were working on the laptop researching heart attacks, and if there were any treatments that could fix Dean. Then there was a knock on the door, you got up and answered to find Dean leaning weakly against the door frame.

"Dean!" you cried out surprised to see him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"I checked myself out." Dean explained.

"Are you crazy?" you wondered.

"Oh, I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Dean joked as you closed the door.

"You know this whole...I laugh in the face of death thing. It's crap we can see right through it." Sam retorted.

"Yeah, whatever, dude." Dean muttered. "Have you two even slept? You look worse than me." He grunted as you and Sam supported him over to the bed that wasn't filled with research materials.

"We've been searching the internet as well as others things for the last three days." you started to say as you sat back down at the table.

"I've called every contact in dad's journal." Sam finished.

"For what?" Dean wondered.

"For a way to help you." Sam explained. "One of dad's friends, Joshua, h-he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."

"You two aren't gonna let me die in peace are you?" Dean asked weakly.

"We're not gonna let you die period." you stated.

"We're going to Nebraska." Sam decided.


It took a few days, but you and the boys finally arrived in Nebraska to see the specialist. Rain was pouring down as Sam drove up the dirt road leading a big tent set up in the clearing ahead of you. As you got out and helped Dean out of the car you saw a sign posted outside the tent that read "The church of Roy Le Grange, Faith Healer, Witness the miracle." "I got you you, Dean" you said as you put his arm over your shoulder and had him lean into you.

"Oh, man, you're a lying bastard. Thought you said we're going to see a doctor?" Dean growled as Sam closed the car door.

"I believe I said specialist. Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal." Sam explained as you and the boys walked towards the tent.

"I can't believe you brought me to a guy who heals people out of a tent, and I can't believe you let him bring me here Y/N!" Dean grumbled as you walked.

"Sorry, but if the roles were reversed you would do the same thing for either of us." you pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean muttered.

"Reverend Le Grange is a great man." A woman stated as she walked past you three.

"Hey, yeah, that's nice." Dean snapped at her in passing.

"I have a right to protest, this man is a fraud. He's bilking all of these people out of their hard-earned money." A man complained to a sheriff as you got closer to the tent.

"Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go, move it!" The sheriff ordered as he pushed the man in the other direction.

"I take it he's not part of the flock." Dean commented.

"Well, when people see what they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam mentioned as you reached the tent.

"But come on Sam, a faith healer?" Dean questioned.

"Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean." you suggested.

"You know what I got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on." Dean stated.

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

"Exactly. We see them, we know they're real." Dean replied.

"But if you know evil's out there, how can you believe good's not out there?" Sam asked.

"Because I've seen what evil does to good people." Dean stated.

"Maybe God works in mysterious ways." A woman in front of you said as she turned around.

"Maybe he does." Dean smiled at the woman. "I think you just turned me around on the subject."

"Yeah." she smiled back.

"Glad to see you're feeling better Dean." you grumbled as you adjusted his arm causing him to grunt and shut up.

"I'm Y/N, this is Sam and Dean." you introduced yourself as you shook her hand with your free one.

"Layla." She greeted back with a smile. "So if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"

"Well, apparently my brother and my friend here believe enough for all three of us." Dean explained.

"Come on, Layla. It's starting." A woman asked as she pulled Layla into the tent.

"Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways." Dean joked as he watched Layla go into the tent. You three entered the tent as you heard peaceful music being played on a piano in the corner of the tent. "Yeah, peace, love and trust all over." Dean muttered as he pointed out a camera that was st up in the back corner of the the tent.

"Y/N bring him over here." Sam asked motioned for you to bring Dean to the front row.

"What are you doing?" Dean wondered. "Let's sit here."

"We're sitting up front." Sam answered.

"What? Why?" Dean asked.

"Come on." Sam asked.

"Oh, come on, guys." Dean complained as you followed Sam to the front row.

"Are you all right, Dean?" you asked checking on him.

"This is ridiculous." Dean groaned.

"Perfect, right here Y/N." Sam pointed out some seats that were right in front of the stage. Sam sat in the furthest seat in the row, while you were in the middle and Dean sat next to the aisle. You noticed a man standing up at the podium who was wearing sunglasses. You assumed he was Roy Le Grange.

"Each morning my wife Sue Ann reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" Roy asked the crowd.

"No." The crowd muttered as most of them shook their heads.

"Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." Roy continued as you noticed a weird idol sitting on the table behind him. It looked really old and was made of what looked like a dark gray clay. "But I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt." The crowd shouted in agreement with Roy. "I-it is the Lord, who does the healing here, friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me to see into people's hearts."

"Amen." The crowd agreed and nodded their heads.

"Yeah or into their wallets." Dean grumbled as he leaned into your ear.

"You think so, young man?" Roy asked Dean.

"Sorry." Dean apologized as the crowd went quiet.

"No , no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we got real sharp ears." Roy joked as the crowd chuckled. "What's your name, son?" He asked Dean.

"Ahem. Dean." Dean answered as he cleared his throat.

"Dean. I want-I want you to come up here with me." Roy requested as he waved Dean up and the crowd applauded him.

"No-No, it's okay." Dean denied.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked leaning over you.

"Y-You-You've come here to be healed haven't ya?" Roy asked Dean.

"Well, yeah, but, uh-Uh, maybe you should just pick someone else." Dean suggested as people started clapping for Dean.

"Oh, ho. No. I-I didn't-I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did." Roy chuckled as the crowd murmured in agreement.

"Y/N, take him up there." Sam asked as he looked over at you and Dean. So Dean gave up and let you help him up to the stage, while the crowd cheered Dean on.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Roy asked you as he shook your hand.

"Y/N." You responded as he smiled at you.

"I can sense that you and Dean mean a lot to each other, and you're terribly worried about him, but have faith because I'll heal him." Roy stated as he took Dean's hand.

"Ok..." you muttered a bad feeling rose up your spine.

"You ready?" Roy asked Dean.

"Yeah, look, no disrespect, but, uh, I'm not exactly a believer." Dean stated.

"You will be, son. You will be." Roy said. "Pray with me, friends." Roy requested as he opened his hands and put one on Dean's head. "All right, now. A-all right, now." Roy muttered as Dean slowly fell to his knees. "All right, now." You felt an dark presence pass by you as Dean fell on the ground.

"Dean!" you cried out as you caught him held him, Sam ran up to the stage to check on Dean. While the crowd stood and cheered and clapped for Roy. Dean suddenly shot off of you and gasped.

"Say something." Sam cried as he grabbed Dean's shirt. Dean just stared behind Roy with wide eyes.


"So you really feel okay?" Sam asked Dean as he paced around the doctor's office. After Dean was "healed" you and Sam took him to the hospital to be sure.

"I feel fine, Sam." Dean replied as he sat on the check up table.

"Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart." The doctor commented as she walked into the room. "No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should have heart trouble but, uh, still it's strange it does happen."

"What do you mean, "strange"?" you asked the doctor.

"Oh, just yesterday, a young guy like him, 27 athletic, out of nowhere, heart attack." She explained as she crossed her arms.

"Thanks, doc." Dean muttered as he went quiet.

"No problem." She said as she left the room.

"That's odd." Dean stated.

"Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time." Sam suggested.

"Maybe, but how often are things a coincidence in this line of work." you pointed out thinking back on what happened at the tent.

"No, They don't Sam." Dean stated.

"Do you two really wanna look this in the mouth?" Sam asked. "Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved Dean's life."

"Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why." Dean explained as he got up and went over to the window.

"What feeling?" Sam wondered.

"When I was healed, I just-I felt wrong. I felt cold, and for a second, I saw someone, this, uh-This old man. I'm telling you, Sam it was a spirit." Dean explained as he put his jacket on.

"If there was something there, Y/N and I would have seen it too." Sam retorted. "I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately."

"Oh, well, excuse me, psychic wonder." Dean mocked looking over at Sam.

"To tell you guys the truth, when Dean got healed I felt a dark presence nearby, and something felt off." you pointed out as both boys turned to look at you.

"See, Sam! You just need a little faith on this one." Dean said. "I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this."

"Yeah, all right." Sam sighed as he gave in. "So, what do you wanna do?"

"Why don't you go check out the heart-attack guy? Y/N and I are gonna go visit the Reverend." Dean decided. You and Dean returned to where you were yesterday when Roy healed Dean, but you went to the house instead of the tent. "I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened."

"A miracle happened." Sue Ann stated as she sat next to you on the couch. "Well, miracles come so often around Roy."

"When did these miracles start?" you asked Roy.

"Woke up one morning stone blind. Doctor's figured out I had cancer told me I had maybe a month." Roy explained. "So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. I-I was weak, but I told Sue Ann, "You just keep right on praying." I went into a coma. Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did. And the cancer was gone. I-If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I-I'd ever had it."

"And suddenly you could heal people." Dean commented.

"I discovered it afterwards, yes. God's blessed me in many ways." Roy started to say.

"And his flock just swelled overnight." Sue Ann continued. "And this is just the beginning."

"Can I ask you one last question?" Dean asked.

"Of course you can." Roy nodded.

"Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" Dean wondered.

"Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me." Roy insisted. "I looked into your heart, and you just...stood out from all the rest."

"What did you see in my heart?" Dean asked.

"A young man with an important purpose, a job to do. And it isn't finished." Roy stated. After you two were done talking to Roy and Sue Ann you left their house, and ran into Layla on your way down the front steps.

"Dean, Y/N, hi." Layla greeted as she smiled at you two.

"Hey." Dean said as you and him smiled back.

"How are you feeling?" Layla asked Dean.

"I feel good. Cured, I guess." Dean replied. "What are you going here?"

"You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend." Layla explained as her mom came up the stairs.

"Layla," Sue Ann started to say.

"Yes, we're here again." Layla stated.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but Roy's resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now." Sue Ann explained to Layla as you and Dean watched from a few feet away.

"Sue Ann, please." Layla's mom begged. "This is our sixth time, he's got to see us."

"Roy's well aware of Layla's situation, and very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows." Sue Ann shared. "Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." Then Sue Ann walked back in the house while Mrs. Rourke stared long and hard at Dean.

"Why are you still even here?" Mrs. Rourke wondered. "You got what you wanted."

"Mom. Stop." Layla asked.

"No. Layla, this is too much." Mrs. Rourke fumed. "We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you, strangers who don't believe...I just can't pray any harder."

"Layla, what's wrong?" you asked as you looked over at Layla ignoring her mom.

"I have this thing." Layla said as she shook her head.

"It's a brain tumor." Mrs. Rourke stated. "It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say-"

"We're sorry." Dean mumbled as you two stared at Layla.

"It's okay." Layla accepted.

"No, it isn't." Mrs. Rourke growled. "Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" Mrs. Rourke spit out as she passed you and Dean and walked away. You and Dean returned to the motel room to catch up with Sam. Dean was quiet the whole way back, and you weren't sure how to make him feel better.

"What did you find out?" you asked as you across from Sam, while Dean tossed his keys and jacket on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Sam muttered as he stopped typing.

"Sorry about what?" Dean asked coming over to the table.

"Marshall Hall died at 4:17." Sam explained.

"The exact time I was healed." Dean concluded.

"Yeah. So I put together a list. Everyone Roy's healed, six people over the last year and I cross-checked them with the local obits." Sam explained as he handed you and Dean some papers. "Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time the victim died of the same symptom Le Grange was healing at the time."

"So, if someone gets healed of cancer. Someone else dies from cancer." you deduced.

"Somehow, Le Grange...is trading a life for another." Sam continued.

"Wait, wait, wait. Marshall Hall died to save me." Dean growled.

"Dean, the guy probably would have died anyway, and someone else would have been healed." Sam stated.

"That's no excuse, Sam!" you retorted.

'You two never should have brought me here." Dean criticized Sam.

"Dean, we were just trying to save your life." Sam defended.

"But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me!" Dean yelled.

"we didn't know." Sam said as he shook his head.

"Well, I think we should try and stop Le Grange, or at least whatever is killing people for him." you decided as you got up.

"The problem is, how is Roy doing this?" Sam wondered. "How-How's he trading a life for a life?"

"Oh he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him." Dean stated.

"What do you mean?" Sam wondered.

"The old man I saw on stage, that dark presence Y/N felt." Dean started to say. "I didn't want to believe it, but I knew."

"You knew what, what are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"There's only one thing that can give and take life like that, we're dealing with a reaper." Dean explained as he leaned on the table.

"You really think it'stheGrim Reaper?" you asked as you three were learning everything you could the Grim Reaper. "The angel of death, collector of souls?"

"No, no, no. Not the Reaper, a reaper." Dean replied as he was looking at papers covering the table. "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."

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam pointed out as he leaned his head against his fist.

"You think he should have been working the black-robe thing?" Dean retorted. "You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. You can only see them when they're coming at you, which is why I could see it and you couldn't."

"Maybe." you muttered as you glanced back down at the book you were reading.

"There's nothing else, it could be guys. The question is, how's Roy controlling the thing?" Dean wondered.

"The cross," you started to say.

"What?" the boys said in unison.

"There was a cross-I noticed it in the church tent. I just saw in here." you said as you flipped through the book you were reading. You showed the boys a picture on a cross in the book.

"A tarot?" Dean wondered.

"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." Sam explained.

"So Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper." Dean concluded.

"If he is, he's-He's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white." Sam stated.

"Okay, then we stop Roy." Dean decided as he up and put his coffee cup in the sink.

"How?" you asked looking up at Dean.

"You know how." Dean said looking at Sam.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked. "We can't kill Roy."

"Sam, the guy's playing God. He's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book." Dean explained.

"No, we're not going to kill a human being, Dean." Sam argued. "We do that, we're no better than he is."

"Okay, so we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas, college boy?" Dean asked.

"If Roy's using a spell on the reaper, why don't we find it and break it?" you suggested. You and the brother's returned to Roy and Sue Ann's house to find the spell he was using.

"If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book." Sam suggested as you got out of the car.

"See if you two can find it. Hurry up the service starts in fifteen minutes." Dean warned as he looked at his watch. "I'll try to stall Roy."

"All right." you and Sam said.

"Roy Le Grange ,he is a fraud, he's no healer." The protester spoke as you walked past him handing out flyers.

"Amen, brother." Dean agreed walking toward the tent.

"You keep up the good work," Sam said as he took a flyer.

"Thank you." The man said as you gave him a thumps up and followed Sam towards the house. You waited until after Roy and Sue Ann went to the tent to sneak into the house. Sam opened window to let you two in as you kept an eye out for anyone. You found an old study with a desk and a bunch of books in it, the two of you started looking around until Sam drew your attention to him. He found a tiny, old, black book hiding behind the other books. It had the cross from the tent in it, as well as a few newspaper articles of the victims who died. The last article was of the protester you just talked to outside.

"Think he's the next target?" you asked looking over at Sam.

"Probably, we got find him." Sam said as he took the book with him when you two left the house. Sam called Dean to inform him as you two ran out of the house."Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral. And we think we know who's next on his list. Remember that protester? Yeah. Yeah, we'll find him. But you can't let Roy heal anyone, all right?" Sam explained then he hung up the phone. You and Sam split up and walked around the grass parking lot looking for the protester.

"Help!" you heard a man called out as you saw him running from something. You and Sam ran over to him. "Help! Help me, please!" He cried but you and Sam couldn't see the reaper.

"Where is he? Sam asked as he looked around.

"It's right there!" He screamed. You grabbed the protester's hand and pulled him away from the direction he was pointing.

"Come on, let's move!" you shouted as you and Sam pulled him away from the reaper.

"David...I think it's okay." Sam stated as he talked on the phone with Dean.

"No." The man muttered as he fell to his knees.

"Dean, it didn't work. The reaper's still coming. Well, I'm telling you. I'm telling you, it must not have worked. Roy must not be controlling this thing!" Sam shouted into the phone. You wished you could do more, but without being able to see the reaper you couldn't save him. Then Sam put his phone away as you watched color return to the protester's face. "I got you, I got you." Sam said as he pulled the man up.

"Thank God." The man breathed as he looked around. Once he knew he was safe he went on his way while you and Sam met up with Dean at the car.


After that you three went back to the motel to discuss what to do about Sue Ann and the reaper. "So Roy really believes?" you wondered as you watched Dean look out the window.

"I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing." Dean mumbled as he walked away from the window.

"Well, I found this hidden in their library." Sam stated as he pulled the black book out of his jacket. "It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper."

"Must be a hell of a spell." Dean commented as he looked at the book.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff: bones, human blood. To cross a line like that-That preacher's wife...Black magic, murder. Evil."

"Desperate." Dean corrected Sam. "Her husband was dying, she would've done anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy."

"She was trying to cheat death." You concluded.

"Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why's she still using the spell?" Dean wondered as he sat down next to Sam on the bed.

"She is forcing the reaper to kill anyone she sees as immoral," You explained.

"May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." Dean voiced as he shook his head.

"We gotta break that binding spell, guys." Sam advised.

"Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this. And when she dropped it, the reaper backed off." Dean hinted as he pointed at a picture in the book.

"So you think we gotta find the cross or destroy the alter?" you asked Sam and Dean.

"Maybe both?" Dean suggested. "Whatever we do, we better do it soon. Roy's healing Layla tonight." Dean warned as he got up off the bed.


Now that it was past dark the area around the tent was clear, except for a couple of cars, Dean stopped the car but didn't get out right away. "That's Layla's car. She's already here." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah." Dean muttered as he looked around.

"Dean-." you started to say.

"You know if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now." Dean interrupted.

"Dean, don't" Sam insisted.

"And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a couple months." Dean continued.

"What's happening to her is horrible, but what are you gonna do?" Sam asked. "Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean. You can't play God." Dean didn't say anything back, he just got of the car. You three ran around the back of the tent to see what was going on. Roy was inside with Layla and a small group preparing to heal her.

"Where's Sue Ann?" Dean wondered.

"House, maybe?" you guessed.

"You two find Sue Ann, I'll catch up." Dean said as he ran up to the cops guarding the house.

"What are you-." Sam started to say.

"Hey." Dean shouted drawing the cops attention. "You gonna put that fear of God in me?" Dean asked before running past you and Sam who were hiding in the bushes nearby. Once the coast was clear you and Sam ran to the house, you two were looking for a way in when you noticed a cellar door with light coming from it.

"Sam!" you quietly called over to him and pointed down at the cellar. Sam opened the cellar door and you both quietly snuck inside. There were candles lit everywhere and an alter holding a picture of Dean that was covered in blood.

"I gave your brother life, and I can take it away." Sue Ann stated as she came up behind you and Sam. While Sam destroyed the alter you chased Sue Ann upstairs out the cellar to get the cross. "Y/N, can't you see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And Dean is wicked. And he deserves to die, just as Layla deserves to live. It's God's will."

"Woman you are insane, you're not doing God's work! You're using a reaper, and pretty soon that's gonna come back to bite you in the as*!" you growled as you looked for her. You decided to go back towards the tent and you saw her holding the cross. "Oh no you don't you bit*h!" you growled as you ran at her tackling her to the ground. She screamed as you landed on her, and yanked the cross from around her neck and smashed it against the ground. Then you got up and stepped away from her.

"What have you done!?" Sue Ann screamed.

"What should have been done awhile ago." you stated as the reaper appeared in front of Sue Ann, killing her. Then Sam showed up around the corner panting.

"Did you do it?" Sam asked you.

"Yeah," you mumbled as you went to go make sure Dean was okay. You and Sam met Dean at the Impala. "You okay?" you asked Dean as he leaned against the car.

"Hell of a week." Dean commented.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "All right, come on. We should get going." The three of you got into the car and returned to the motel to pack your stuff.

"What is it?" you asked Dean who just sat on the bed.

"Nothing." Dean mumbled.

"What is it?" Sam asked this time with his hands on his hips.

"We did the right thing here, didn't we?" Dean wondered.

"Of course we did." Sam replied.

"It doesn't feel like it." Dean stated as someone knocked on the door.

"I got it." Sam said as he opened the door, it was Layla. "Hey, Layla, come on in."

"Hey." Layla greeted as she came in.

"Hey." Dean whispered as he got up off the bed. "How did you know we were here?"

"Y/N called, she said you wanted to say goodbye." Layla explained.

"Hey Sam, let's go grab some sodas." You suggested as you pulled Sam out of the room and closed the door.

"That was nice of you to call Layla over." Sam expressed.

"Yeah, Dean needed some closure after everything that's happened, and I figured Layla was the only one who could give him that." You explained as you took a sip of your soda. You and Sam watched Layla come out and say goodbye and thank you before she left.