Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

12. Season 1, Episode 12, Faith

Faith

"Just stay here, okay? We don't know what this thing is and it's after kids." Dean crosses his arms, glaring at me. I hesitate, contemplating whether I'm gonna fight him on this. "We'll be back before you know it, honey." Sam's picking his brother's side. He's been doing that more lately, much to my dismay. "Okay, listen. First, I am not a kid, so I'm only in as much danger as you guys are. Second…" I start my fiery comeback, but Dean doesn't let me finish. "No, not this one. You are not used to aiming and shooting a gun at all and we are still teaching you how to fight, how to dodge and defend yourself. Once you've gotten better, I'll think about letting you tag along." He states firmly. "You're not taking me out to practice enough." Is all I can angrily say to that. Dean raises his eyebrows, looking slightly offended. "You should be glad I even take you out, Skye. If it was up to dad…" He stops himself, taking in an angry breath. Sam steps forward and points a finger at me. "Okay, stop. Dean's right, Skye. We can handle this one, we're not gonna put you in unnecessary danger." He ends our discussion with just that one sentence. I heave my eyes to the ceiling, but decide to give up the fight. I've been winning discussions a lot lately and I've been with them through most cases now, I have to take my losses. Something I read in my history book; you can't win a war by wanting to win all the battles. Sometimes, you need to strategically lose.

"Be careful, then." I know I sounded sarcastic, but I did mean it. "Always." Dean throws me a cheeky grin, before turning around and stalking towards the door. "Take that practice exam online, Skye. The science one! You'll be able to see which topics are still difficult and I can help you!" Sam dashes towards me and ruffles my hair, before following Dean outside. "I don't wanna do science!" I call after him in protest. I get no reaction and soon hear the impala roar to life. I let out an annoyed sigh. Stupid case. Something is after kids and within days the body count went way up, resulting in a lot of stress. Stress I understand, especially since something is after kids… But I am not a kid.

It takes me a while before I'm able to push myself into starting up Sam's laptop. It's only a few weeks till my exams, only a few more weeks to study. It's annoying that both Dean and Sam know when the dates for the exams are, I never should have told them. They've been way too cautious about it and therefor way too cautious towards me. I don't particularly like having that much attention on myself. I know I have to pass the exams, I know I need to take them, but their prying eyes don't really help.

The practice exam that Sam found for me online is a hard one. Exceptionally difficult. It annoys me to no end, but I refuse to ask Sam for any more help. I need to be able to solve these questions on my own and I'm sure I would be able to, if I could keep my focus. However, anxiously waiting for my brothers to return back home to me is interfering with my ability to think. Dean wasn't wrong, the thing they're after is violent and dangerous.

In the end, I was right to be worried. It's nine p.m. when I get the call. "Hey Sam, you coming home yet?" I casually ask as I answer my phone. I was fine, but the instant he starts talking changes that. Something is wrong, terribly wrong. "I'm coming to pick you up. Get your jacket." His voice is off and my breath gets stuck in my throat. "Sam, what's wrong?" I ignore what he said before and ask for an explanation. Sam lets out a shaky sigh. "It's Dean. He got hurt, I'm at the hospital." That short explanation brings up even more questions. "The hospital? Is he okay?" I rise out of my seat quickly. "I don't know, he got hit pretty bad…" Sam's voice trails off. "What do you mean pretty bad, Sam? Hit with what? What does that mean?" Sam hushes me without answering my questions. "Hey, I'm gonna come pick you up now, okay? Get yourself ready." He hangs up. With wide eyes and heart racing I stare at my phone.

Ten minutes later I hear the engine of the impala coming into range, Sam's here. I sprint outside, huddled in my jacket. "What the hell happened?" I cry out, opening the passenger door and dropping myself onto the seat. Sam's face is ashen, he looks scared. "Put your seatbelt on." Is all he barks at me, before stamping his foot on the gas and racing back the way he came.

We arrive at the hospital fifteen minutes later. It's nine thirty p.m. and very dark outside, except for the dim lit streetlights. Apparently, the thing we were hunting had kids in the shed that they'd heard reports about and had gone to inspect. They had freed the kids and as Sam had worried about getting them upstairs and back to safety, Dean had gone back down and come face to face with the monster. He'd fought it and had made an attempt to kill it. When Sam had gone down to look for Dean, he'd found him unconscious in the corner, in a puddle of water. Electrocuted by the weapon he'd tried to use to kill the thing. "I think he didn't see that he was standing in water…" Sam mumbles miserably, walking into the hospital. "So whatever that thing got… he got?" I stare at Sam with wide eyes as I follow him inside. He gives me a short nod. "How many volts were in that taser?" I'm afraid to ask, but need to know. "A hundred thousand volts…" Sam shakes his head shortly. I let out a gasp, I know that's not good at all.

Sam shortly glances around, before leading the way to the reception, where the receptionist points us up towards the third floor. I make the decision to go for the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. Sam follows and when we enter the third floor, a nurse stops us and forces us to the counter where I let Sam do all the talking. I am still trying to get my breathing back under control from sprinting up three flights of stairs, but flash my eyes around in search of my brother.

"Sir, I'm really sorry to ask, but there doesn't seem to be any insurance on file…" The nurse behind the counter throws Sam an apologetic smile. "Uh, oh…" He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out an undoubtably fake card, giving it to her. "Okay, mister Burkovitz…" Sam gives her a small nod, glancing sideways. I follow his line of sight and spot two cops standing near the doors to the stairs, both of them staring at us. "Uh… They look like they want to talk to us." I whisper through heavy breaths. "I'll handle this…" Sam gives my shoulder a supportive squeeze, before making his way over to them. They have a lot of questions and Sam starts to explain how he and Dean were taking a drive together and 'found' the kids in the shed. I lean against the counter, impatiently waiting for him to finish. It's all taking too much time and I still have no idea where Dean is.

Sam suddenly excuses himself from talking to the police, when his eye falls on a doctor, walking past the counter. I instantly catch on and both of us hurry to him. "Hey, doc… Is he..?" Sam looks at him expectantly and by the looks of it, he's seen this doctor before. I focus my eyes on his face too and get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. He looks timid and tense. "Dean is resting." He tells us shortly, his eyes on Sam. "And?" Sam pushes for more information. "The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart… it's damaged." My heart is in my throat as I listen and with sweaty palms I reach for Sam's arm. "What does that mean? Sam?" Sam wraps a comforting arm around me, before asking the doctor exactly what I just asked him. The doctor throws us an apologetic glance. "We've done all we can. We can, uh… try and keep him comfortable at this point, but uh… I'd give him a couple of weeks at most, maybe a month." I stare at the doctor in complete silence as those words repeat themselves in my brain, like a horrible echo. He did not just say that my brother is dying, did he? My vision starts to blur and I furiously blink my eyes to stay focused. "No, no. There's…- There's gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment." Sam stammers, voice thick with emotion. "We can't work miracles, I really am sorry…" The doctor puts what was supposed to be a comforting hand on his shoulder. "He's- dying..?" A first tear rolls down my cheek as I glance up at the doctor, my throat burning with every word I speak. The doctor glances down at me and places the hand that was just on Sam's shoulder, on mine. He has nothing more to say, so he walks away after one last, sympathetic nod. "Sam…" I tighten my grip on my brother's arm, my knuckles turning white. "S-Sam…" My throat is closing up, I slowly get the feeling I can't breathe. "Hey… H-Hey, come on…" Sam grabs my shoulders and leads us to the side. "He's not dying, okay? I promise, he's not. I'm not gonna let him die, Skye. No, no. It's not happening." He keeps stammering and I have no clue who he's saying that nonsense to. All I can think about is Dean and that damn doctor that just told me I am going to lose him. My idiot of a big brother got hurt while trying to protect children…

"C-Come on…" Sam starts guiding me through the hall, he's probably figured out where Dean's room is. I can feel the sobs threatening to take me over, but I can't let them out. Not if I'm gonna see Dean in a second. I can't. I try to push them away as hard as I can, squeezing my eyes shut. I can hear a TV coming from my left, somewhere. It distracts me. "Come on…" Sam softly repeats, opening a door and stepping into a room.

"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible!" By hearing Dean's weakened voice, new tears spring into my eyes and I dash through the door Sam just entered. Dean's in a hospital bed, wearing a white gown. The room's tiny. He's staring at a small TV hanging on the wall, with the remote in his hand. He looks absolutely horrible. Pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Face fallen, his jawline clenched. He turns his head as he finishes his sentence and his eyes fall on me. His reaction is different from what I thought it would be. He lets out a sharp breath, before throwing Sam a death glare. "Dude…" He sounds betrayed. "What? You really expected me to keep this from her?" Sam asks incredulously, throwing his hands in the air. "Dean…" My voice is small as I stare at him, frozen in my spot. His face softens and his eyes turn to me. "Hey, sweetheart." He croaks, half a smile appearing on his face. "How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you have enough blankets? Does your head hurt?" I blurt out every question that my brain can think off, all at once. He gives me a dry chuckle. "Woah, easy there, tiger." He reaches a hand out to me and I dash towards his bedside, latching onto it. "So yeah… We talked to your doctor." Sam mutters, glancing at the ground. Dean throws him another death glare, this one even worse than the last. "Dude…" He lets out in that same, betrayed tone. "Wha… I didn't know what he was gonna say!" Sam seems close to tears as he tries to defend himself. Looking lost, standing there on the end of his brother's bed. "We spoke to your doctor…" He tries again, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "That fabric softener teddy bear, oof! I'm gonna hunt that bitch down." Dean reacts drily, squeezing my hand. He's joking. He's literally joking around as he's lying here. Dying. It infuriates me so deeply I can't even say anything. "Dean." Sam stares at him. "Yeah…" Dean mutters softly, shutting off the TV and putting the remote back down. "All right, well…" He starts, his eyes just on Sam. "Looks like you're gonna leave town without me." Sam's eyes widen, threatening to spill over. "What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here." He protests weakly. "Like hell we are…" I nod, more tears spilling out at just the thought of leaving him here. Dean shoots me a glare, telling me to shut up. "You better take care of that car. I swear, I'll haunt your ass. And you better stay with her, or I will personally drag you over to my side." I let out an angry breath, not believing how he's still joking. "This isn't funny!" I snarl at him. "It's not funny at all." Sam whispers in shock, agreeing with me. "Ah, come on…" Dean wraps his left arm around my waist slowly. "It's a little funny…" His voice trails off when he sees we're both not laughing. It's the last thing I feel like doing. Sam blinks furiously, diverting his eyes to the windows to try and keep himself together.

Dean lets out a heavy sigh, pulling me closer to him. I sit down on his mattress, leaning into him as far as I can. It's the only thing I want, to be close to him. "Look, guys… What can I say? It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story." He states in a heavy tone, leaning his head back into the pillows. "Don't talk like that, all right?" Sam interrupts him angrily. "We still have options." He sounds so confident I glance up at him. "We do?" I whisper, a tiny sliver of hope entering my heart. "No, we don't, pup. What options are we talking about?" Dean's eyes are once again spewing fire as he looks at Sam. Sam stays silent. "You mean you can choose to bury or cremate me? Come on, man…" Dean angrily nods his head towards me. I have not been able to stop crying and I can feel panic closing in. "Look, I know it's not easy, but I'm gonna die, Sammy. You can't stop it." That sentence and the fragile tone in his voice breaks me. I bury my head in his chest and let the sobs come out, I can't stop them anymore. "Hey… baby girl… Ah, come on. Don't cry, it's okay…" Dean wraps me up in his arms and pushes me close with a grunt of pain. He has absolutely no clue what to say to me. Nothing will comfort me anyways, so he doesn't have to try.

"Watch me stop it…" Sam's angry voice catches me off guard and I look up. I can barely see him, but from what I can see, he looks very determined. "God damnit…" Dean curses, but Sam's already out the door. "Pup, hey! Hey!" He roughly gives me a shake, pulling me out of my emotion for a second. "Go with him, okay? No, don't shake your head. Go, go with him. You can come back tomorrow, okay? Just… Just make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." I keep shaking my head at him. Sam's not the one I want to be with right now. If Dean's really dying, I'm not leaving his side until it happens. "Honey…" Dean grabs my face between his hands and forces me to look at him. With his thumbs, he wipes away the continuous tears and that almost makes me laugh. Right now it doesn't feel like I'll ever stop crying. "Pup, stop. Stop this, it's okay! Go with Sam, go on…" He gives me a soft push, making me stumble off his bed. The determined look in his eyes makes me realize I can't fight what he wants. I can't fight him, not now he's weakened and lying here, knowing it'll be over in weeks. I frantically nod my head, wiping my hands across my face in an attempt to sober up. "Go with Sam!" Dean repeats, raising his voice a little. It might sound strong, but it's hanging by a threat and I can hear that. I throw my brother one last look, before turning around and almost sprinting out of the room.

I find Sam in the parking garage of the hospital, by the parked impala. He's leaning against the hood, his face blotchy. The moment he sees me, he straightens up. "Come on." He motions for me to get in the car. The drive back to the motel is silent, both of us are lost in thought. Lost in emotion. My brain is having a tough time processing the mere fact that I'm gonna lose my big brother. Like it's still trying to convince me it's some kind of sick joke and that I'll wake up soon and he'll be dancing through the motel room, healthy and happy.

Sam parks the impala in front of our motel room and opens the door, guiding me inside. As soon as the door is closed, he puts two strong hands on my shoulders. "Hey, Skye. Look at me!" My wide eyes meet his. "It's not over, okay. Not yet. I promise. We have options. Dean might not believe it, but we do…" He clears his throat as he looks at me. "In the supernatural world, it's not uncommon for humans to cheat death, okay? I've heard of it before, I have…" I frown at him. "But, Dean said…" My weak protest falls to deaf ears and Sam furiously shakes his head. "I don't give a rats ass what he said. He's already accepted it, but we can't." He bends down so he's at my eye-level, grabbing my face gently between his hands. "I'm not giving up on him, okay? Are you?" I angrily wipe a new tear away. "Of course not!" He gives me an approving nod. "Good, come on." He guides me to the table and sits me down. He puts his laptop right in front of me. "You try and find whatever you can, okay? Anything that might be able to save him!" He orders, grabbing the keys from the table. "What are you gonna do?" I ask him. "I'm going to the library, I'll be right back." Sam's out the door before I can say anything else. He keeps his promise, half an hour later he stumbles back inside with a hole stack of books and magazines. "Find anything yet?" He questions, dropping everything down on one of the beds. I shake my head, glancing at the webpage I opened fifteen minutes ago. I've just been staring at it, I cannot seem to get my brain to read a single word. "Just keep going, honey." Sam encourages me, dropping down on the bed. We work in silence. Sam flipping through page after page, never faltering or breaking his composure. I am faltering, though. The chance that we do find something in time to save Dean is slim, very slim. I have realized this by now. I've been on the verge of breaking for a while now and have spent the last fifteen minutes fighting that. Sam somehow seems convinced he can save Dean and he's pushing whatever emotion he has about the situation to the side. The normally warm and inviting look in his eyes has turned cold. I can't do what he's doing, I've never been able to do that. I always feel too much.

I slowly stand up, reaching for my bag. I need to get out of this motel. "Found anything?" Sam looks up hopefully. I shake my head at him, quickly making a grab for my bag and dashing into the bathroom. I change into my leggings and a sweater and put on my sneakers. When I exit, Sam frowns. "What are you doing?" He asks me, sitting up. "I, uh…" I take in a shaky breath. "I am going for a run." I don't look at him as I walk towards the door. "What?" Sam stands up, following me. "You can't go on a run, Skye. We're looking for something to save Dean." He states and I hate the accusing tone in his voice. I turn around to him, trying to keep myself under control. "You think I don't know that? Huh? You think I forgot that my brother is in the hospital, dying?" As soon as I start talking I lose control and snap at him. Sam leans back, shocked by my sudden outburst. "Then what are you doing?" He repeats in confusion. "I need to think clearly. I need to… Not be here, right now." I answer him, grabbing the door and opening it. The cool breeze already starts to clear my mind as soon as it meets me. Sam seems completely caught off guard and his eyes turn angry. "You really just gonna leave? Every second matters, Skye…" Anger flares up once again and I squint my eyes. "Every second does matter! But, I'm here with you, searching desperately for something that can change my brother's fate. I should be with him! He's DYING!" I can't stop my voice getting a lot louder with every word I'm saying. Sam slightly leans back. He doesn't understand, I can see it in his eyes. He looks like he feels betrayed, like I'm refusing to help him save our brother. That infuriates me even more, but also makes me feel terribly sad. Dean always understands me, I've never had to deal with him standing in front of me and not understanding what I needed.

"I'll be back soon…" I mutter in defeat, crashing through the door and slamming it shut behind me with way more force than was necessary. I break out into a sprint and throw everything I have into it. My feelings, my sorrow, my fear. The mere thought of losing Dean keeps my legs moving. I have no idea how long I'm running, or where I'm running to. When I do stop, too exhausted to continue, my emotions catch up with me and I break down. Right there. I let myself, just for a moment.

About an hour later, I make my way back to the motel. My face blotchy, my eyes red. But, calm and collected, for as long as it'll last. I open the motel room and walk back in, looking at the ground. "Imma take a shower." I announce to the floor, having no desire to look at Sam and his lost, puppy dog eyes. I already feel guilty enough for our discussion earlier. Sam doesn't answer me, so I walk past him into the bathroom.

When I get out, freshly showered, the exhaustion catches up with me and I stagger in my place. Sam's with me in seconds. "Hey… You alright?" He throws me a worried look. "Just tired." I mutter, shaking off his concerns. "Go and get some sleep." He encourages me, pointing to the bed. The bed does look very inviting, I have to say. "I can't… I need to help you." I whisper to him, slowly glancing up and trying with my eyes to ask for forgiveness for earlier. He gives me a soft smile. "You can help me once you've gotten some sleep." He assures me, slowly guiding me towards the bed. "You're brain's not worth much like this, anyway." He tries to joke, but the grin he shoots at me isn't real. Behind it, is a world of misery. I try to grin back, letting myself fall down on the mattress. He's right. Dean would have my head if he knew I wasn't taking at least a little care of myself.

I end up not getting much sleep at all. At least, that's what it feels like when I startle awake a few hours later. The first thing I see, through panicked breathing, is that its dark outside. I try to focus on the window, but am not able to. I can barely feel the two soothing hands rubbing my back. "Hey… I don't know what you dreamt about, but it's not real." Sam's hushed voice brings me back to reality. I slowly turn my head, glancing at him sarcastically. "I dreamt that Dean was dying…" I throw back at him, slowly regaining my breath. He doesn't react to that. He simply stands up and walks back over to the table. It's scattered with papers and articles. "Did you find anything yet?" I ask him, changing the subject and unwrapping myself from my blanket. "No." Is his short answer. "Told you…" I angrily shake my head. "I will find something, I promise you." Sam reacts just as angry, glaring at me. I roll my eyes, standing up and moving back into the bathroom.

Days pass like this. Sam and me switching from searching for a way to save Dean, to us visiting him in the hospital and keeping him company. It's hard to see him like that, but I would crawl through fires for him. Sam and I are at each other's throats a lot and it's exhausting. I don't even know what we're fighting about anymore, but we are fighting. About every little detail. He kindly keeps reminding me that Dean's dying, that we need to hurry and that I don't want to save him. He doesn't say it directly, but it is how he makes me feel. Like I'm not doing everything I can to save my brother. Hell, I'm becoming more sure with the minute that nothing will save him. I'm trying to come to terms with it, while at the same time fighting with my brother.

Three days later, a strange knock on the door puts both Sam and I on alert. Sam glances at me warily, slowly rising from his seat. I watch him move closer to the door, clenching my jaws. It could be anything in front of our door. A small part of me hopes it'll be dad, finally arriving to help us. To guide us. Sam confessed he called him two days ago, multiple times. Basically begging him to come to us, to help us. The fact that he hasn't yet… I blame him for that. Sam opens the door and his eyes widen in shock when he sees who or what is it front of it. "What the hell are you doing here…" He whispers, quickly stepping aside. No one else, but Dean, staggers through the door. Looking worse than ever before. "I checked myself out." He croaks at Sam, holding onto the doorpost. "Are you crazy?" Sam hushes at him, closing the door behind him. I rush towards Dean in complete surprise. "You absolute idiot! You can't just check yourself out! You're hurt!" Full of concern, I grab his arm in an attempt to support him. "I am not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Dean pushes my attempts to help away, giving Sam what's supposed to be a smirk. He just looks like he's in pain. Sam shakes his head, letting out a gasp. "You know, this whole 'I laugh in the face of death' thing… It's crap. I can see right through it." He confronts Dean directly. Dean gives him an exasperated nod. "Yeah, whatever, dude." He retorts, wincing when he moves a little. "Dean…" I try my best not to start crying again. As Sam kindly pointed out to me yesterday, I am way too emotional and 'always' crying.

Dean ignores me, but does let Sam slightly support him. "Have you guys even slept? I mean, you look worse than me. And you, the dark circles under your eyes might turn black soon." He eyes me in concern, moving towards a chair with Sam's support. "I've been scouring the internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in dad's journal." Sam explains to him, sitting down across from him and ignoring his comments. "We have, Sam!" I add, angrily glaring at Sam. He ignores me and just looks at Dean. "For what?" Dean grunts, staring back at both of us. "For a way to help you." Sam answers, like that should be obvious. "Yeah, we spoke to Joshua, one of dad's friends…" I start, but Sam angrily interrupts me. "I spoke to him, yes. He called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist." Dean frowns, glancing from Sam to me. "What is this?" He asks shortly. "What?" I meet his glance with confusion. "You two! Snapping at each other, talking over each other…" Dean states, grunting as he points from me to Sam. "Nothin… We've just been…" I can't really think of an explanation and fall silent. "Yeah, uh…" Sam tries to continue, but also falls silent with a slight shake of his head. Dean lets out a deep sigh. "Really? You've been fighting?" He instantly stares accusingly at Sam. Sam throws his hands in the air. "All she's been doing, is…" He hesitates, before deciding not to finish his sentence. I am heavily triggered. "Doing what, huh? Say it, you coward. All I've been doing is crying, is that what you wanted to say? You unbelievable…" I growl in complete fury. "At least I've been trying to work through what's happening! All you can do is deny it and become a stone cold asshole, just glaring at his laptop!" Sam jumps up in anger. "At least I've been TRYING!" He shouts back. Both of us stare at each other in anger for the hundredth time in the past couple of days, panting harshly. "Really?" Dean weakly cries out. "You leave me at the hospital for a few days and you guys are at each other's throats? That how it is, huh?" He adds, shaking his head in disappointment. Which is worse than his anger, it always is. "Dean…" Sam tries, but is shut down. "No. Sit down." Dean orders and even when he's weakened and barely able to stand, he still gives off this authoritative vibe that makes Sam sigh and then sit down. "You too." Dean now glares at me. I contemplate whether to disobey him, but the sight of him and his strict eyes makes me slump my shoulders. I sit down, as far away from Sam as I can.

Dean shakes his head before starting his lecture. "How can I die in peace, knowing my little brother and sister are tearing each other apart?" He groans. "You're not gonna die." Sam stubbornly points out. That instantly angers me, but I bite my tongue. Dean lets out a staggering breath. "So, this specialist you were talking about, huh?" He changes the subject, glancing at Sam. "Yeah, in Nebraska. We're going." I state, diverting my eyes to Sam, who looks at me in surprise. "Well, it doesn't hurt to try…" I tell him with a shrug. He gives me a tiny smile, nodding at Dean. "We're going." Dean rolls his eyes. "You're gonna drag me with you either way, huh?" He states. Both of us nod in union.

We hoist Dean into the car, in the passenger's seat. He's in no condition to drive, much to his own frustration. When Sam wants to take place behind the wheel, Dean stops him. "Nuhuh, Skye, get over here." I raise my eyebrows at him in surprise. "Excuse me?" Sam asks, thunderstruck. "If this is not gonna work, I'm still dying and I promised her I'd teach her how to drive." Dean tells him, also raising his eyebrows, almost challenging him to disagree. "We are in a hurry to save your life, remember?" Sam argues, pulling up his classic bitchface. "Get in the back, bitch." Dean chuckles, before breaking out in a cough. Sam heaves his eyes to the sky, but gets into the backseat. I know I'm supposed to be happy about this, but I'd always expected the circumstances to be different when he finally did decide to teach me how to drive. I do take place behind the wheel and patiently listen to his explanation. First on how to work a car in general, then how to work this car. His car.

"Okay, put your foot there and lightly push it, just lightly!" Dean starts, glancing down at my legs. With both hands on the wheel, I do what I thought was pushing lightly. The car shoots forward aggressively, catching all of us off guard. I slam forward with a gasp, my face almost hitting the steering wheel. Dean groans loudly from the pain that the sudden movement caused him, but when I start to apologize helplessly, he breaks out in laughter. "Noho worries, kiddo. Sammy there was even worse…" Dean laughs, his face scrunched up. I let out a weak chuckle myself, while Sam is glaring daggers at his brother.

It takes me a while to get the hang of it, but Dean's a good teacher. Sam even starts to join in, once I'm out of the parking area and on a smaller road. I'm filled with anxiety, but Dean keeps pushing me to continue. About half an hour later, when we haven't even reached the inner state, I'm done. "Okay. Okay, I get it. I know, we can stop now." I pant, pushing in the breaks and accidentally slamming the car into a stop. Dean is thrown into the passenger door once again and breaks out into a laugh-cough. Sam lets out a sigh, before getting out of the car. "C'me on, you. Get out of there." He opens my door and grins widely at me. I quickly get out and move back into my trusted backseat, the tension finally leaving my body a little. "Oh man…" Dean snorts, grabbing his side and carefully pushing himself back up. "You'll get the hang of it, darlin'." He flashes me a grin and I automatically grin back.

Sam takes us back on the road, towards Nebraska. We're clearly in a hurry, he is racing us down the highway. Dean falls asleep shortly after and the silence that rises between me and Sam is not uncomfortable, but also not great. I clench my jaws and just stare out of the window. Now Dean's asleep and no longer lifting up our spirits, I'm reminded of our situation. I blame Sam. I blame him for finding this specialist and giving me back some hope. I hate having hope. Things never work out our way, hope is just something that'll make it hurt more when we do find out Dean will die anyways.

It's late in the afternoon when we arrive. Driving onto a muddy parking place in an open field, where a big white tent is spread out. Everywhere are sick people. Old women with walking sticks. Men with crutches and wounds on their faces. It looks really grim.

Sam rushes around the car once he's parked us, ready to help Dean out. Dean, however, is angrily heaving himself up. He's seen the sign on the entrance of the tent. 'The church of Roy le Grance'. "I got ya…" Sam reaches for Dean, but he pushes him away angrily. "You're a lying bastard, you know that? I thought we were gonna see a doctor!" He snaps at him in an accusing tone. "I believe I said a specialist." Sam retorts, not fazed by his brothers anger. "Yeah, specialist is not the same as a faith healer." I point out sarcastically, nodding at the sign. I had made the same assumption as Dean and am slightly taken aback by the fact that we're at a 'church'. "Ah man…" Dean groans and Sam throws me a glare. "Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal." He continues, slowly walking next to Dean. "I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent!" Dean growls, raising his voice. The people who are walking inside next to us, seem to have heard him. "Reverend le Grance is a great man." An older woman reacts as she walks past us. "Yeah, that's nice." Dean retorts in annoyance. "Hey…" I rush towards Dean and walk up next to him. "Can you at least try…" I get interrupted as we walk past a police officer, in a heated discussion with a man in a black coat. "I have the right to protest! This man is a fraud, robbing all these people out of their hard earned money!" He seems really into it. The police officer tries to calm him down. "As I was saying…" I mutter with a shake of my head. "Stop talking." Dean grunts at me. "Hey, I also didn't know…" I'm about to throw Sam under the bus, but Dean shakes his head. "I don't think that man was a part of the flock." He comments drily, throwing a sarcastic look at Sam. "Well, when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam reacts. "Ah, come on, Sam. A faith healer?" Dean stuffs his hands in his pocket with an angry shake of his head. "Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean." Sam mutters, his eyes darkening as he looks sideways at his brother. Dean's not amused. "You know what I got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really goin on." He protests vigorously. Sam huffs in disbelief. "How can you be sceptic? With the things we see every day? That's why we've been fighting…" Sam points at me directly. "Cause she refuses to believe something can help you!" Dean stops walking and grabs my arm. "She's reacting to what she sees, Sam! What she knows is real! Which is what we do with the things we see every day. We see them, we know they're real." He makes his point, glaring daggers at Sam. Sam's getting irritated too. "When you know evil's out there, why can't you believe that good is out there too?" He argues. "Cause I've seen what evil does to good people." Dean retorts. "Maybe, God works in mysterious ways…" A sweet, woman's voice interrupts our family drama. When we turn around in unison to search for the owner of that voice, a woman has stopped in front of us. Carrying an umbrella, her blond hair neatly bound on the back of her head. She smiles sweetly at us, in a very unnatural way. "Maybe he does…" Dean glances at the woman, a small grin appearing on his features. "And I think he just turned me around on the subject." He points his finger up and moves it around in a circle, his eyes lingering on the woman. He's checking her out. I get it, she's hot, but really? "Yeah, I'm sure…" The woman gives him an awkward laugh, her eyes landing on me and Sam for a second. Dean sticks out his hand to her. "I'm Dean. This is Sam, and that's Skye." He introduces us, shaking her hand. "Layla." The woman answers him, nodding at all of us. "So, uh… If you are not a believer, then why are you here?" She then asks, raising her eyebrows a little. "Well, apparently my brother here, believes enough for all of us." Dean retorts, motioning his hand towards Sam. Sam huffs softly, a small smile appearing on his features.

"Come on, Layla. It's about to start." An older woman approaches us and grabs Layla's arm gently, giving us a friendly smile. "Yeah…" Layla gives us a last nod, before walking off and moving inside the tent, with what could be her mother. "Well, I bet ya she can work in some mysterious ways." Dean comments as he watches her walk away. He flashes Sam a grin and then follows her, approaching the tent. "Oh, God…" I complain loudly, bumping my head into Sam's arm as he laughs. "Come on." He shakes his head with a scoff, grabbing my arm and walking after Dean.

The tent is designed to look a lot like the inside of a church. Rows of benches placed behind each other and already filled with people. Some sort of alter in the front, up a wooden stage. Candles are lit, the lights giving off a soft atmosphere. Dean throws Sam a look. "Yeah. Peace, love and trust all over." He mutters sarcastically, nodding his head towards the entrance we just stepped through. I follow his line of sight and spot a camera hanging above it. Dean rolls his eyes, glancing to the left where a few seats are available. As he moves to them, Sam grabs his arm and pulls him back softly. "Come on." He hushes. "Don't! What are you doing? Let's sit here!" Dean hisses at him. "We're sitting up front." Sam tells him, not letting go of his arm. "What? Why?" Dean protests go up in volume, he's clearly very uncomfortable. "Come on!" Sam huffs, wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulder and using more power to pull him away. "Ah, come on, Sam." Dean shakes his head in irritation, glaring at me. "Would ya do something?" I throw my hands in the air. "What do you expect me to do?" I hiss back at him, following them as Sam moves us further up front. "You alright?" Sam asks Dean, completely ignoring his discomfort. "This is ridiculous." Dean hisses back, slapping his hands away from him. "Dude, get off of me. I'm good." I scoff, rolling my eyes. He can barely walk, but still refuses to let anyone help him. "Here, perfect!" Sam grabs me and pushes me into the second row, where three stools at the end are still free. "Yeah, perfect." Dean groans as Sam pushes him in after me. "Just let it go, Dean. You can't fight him. I've tried for days." I hush at Dean, sitting down with an annoyed expression.

An older looking man, wearing black sunglasses and a suit and tie, is being guided towards the lectern on the stage. "You know what, you take the aisle." Sam carefully guides Dean into the last seat, taking his place next to me. We're right behind Layla, I notice her blond hair in front of me. On stage, the man has pulled off his jacket and clearly seems ready to start. "Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" It amazes me how the crowd reacts to him, all collectively. I throw a glance at Sam. What a weird place he's dragged us to. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." The man continues. "But, I say to you; God is watching." Once again, the whole crowd agrees with him. "Yes, he is!" I hear the man next to me mumble to himself. "God rewards the good and he punishes the corrupt." The crowd mutters, nods and cheers. With raised eyebrows, I continue to listen. "The lord, who guides me in choosing who to heal, by helping me see into people's hearts." All around me, the word 'amen' is being whispered. I almost feel compelled to say it with them, but shake that feeling off. "Yeah, and into their wallets." Dean drily comments, leaning over to Sam a little. Obviously he couldn't stop himself, the sarcastic douchebag. However, the reverend seems to have heard him. "You think so, young man?" It's not clear where he's looking, since he's still wearing his black sunglasses, but the way the crowd falls silent and stares are directed at Dean, it's pretty clear he knows who said it. Dean freezes, swiftly glancing around. "Sorry." He then barks out. "No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man. We've got really sharp ears." This time I do laugh with the crowd, even Dean smirks a little. "What's your name, son?" The reverend leans forward a little. Dean glances at him, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Uh, Dean." He calls out. The reverend nods to himself, before sticking out a hand. "I want you to come up here with me." He then says, waving his hand as to wave Dean over. The whole crowd starts to clap and the reverend steps back a little, clearly waiting for him. Dean doesn't move a muscle. "Nahh, it's okay." He puts his hand up apologetically. My eyes widen. "What the hell is he doing?" I hiss to Sam. We're here, the healer has miraculously picked him. He needs to go up there now. If it doesn't work, it'll be expected. But, what if it does? "What are you doing?" Sam leans over to Dean as well, clearly shocked. The reverend seems to not want to listen to him. "You… You've come here to be healed, haven't ya?" He asks. Everyone is staring at him and before I know it, they all start to cheer him on. Dean's getting more uncomfortable with the second. "Well… Yeah, but uh… No, no, maybe you should pick someone else." He protests against the cheers. "Push him up there, Sam! Do what you have to do!" I am awestruck with his stupidity right now. Sam throws his hands in the air, not sure what to do. "Uh, I didn't pick you, Dean. The lord did." The reverend tells him, patiently standing near the lectern. The crowd is still applauding and cheering for him. "Get up there!" Sam calls out, his face filled with hope. Dean grits his teeth, but finally moves out of his seat. He gives a few awkward nods as he stands, at the cheering people around him, before approaching the little stage. A woman, who appeared behind the reverend, helps him up the steps. Dean turns around when he's next to the reverend, throwing us a last, helpless look. I try to say everything I need to say with my eyes. How he needs to try this. If it's not for him, than for us. How we can't lose him. How I wouldn't survive, if I did end up losing him.

"You ready?" The reverend asks him. Dean bows towards him and they seem to have a short conversation. The reverend says something back, that surprises Dean. His face falls and he leans back a little in confusion. "Pray with me, friends." The reverend says to the crowd, slowly rising his hands up in the air. The whole crowd follows his example. Everyone throws their hands in the air, grabbing onto each other and bursting out into prayers. "If this works…" I mutter, leaning into Sam. "I will never doubt another word you say." Sam throws a tense look at me, before wrapping a strong arm around me. "It will. It has to." He whispers back, pressing me tightly against his chest.

Sam and I watch on, holding our breaths. The hope Sam planted in me with this whole saving mission is growing, now I see Dean standing there next to the reverend, who's now putting an arm on his shoulder. That arm slowly moves up his shoulder, towards his head. The reverend heaves his head, the whole crowd silent now. "Alright now… Alright now…" He starts to mutter, his voice rising. I gasp in horror when Dean just falls to his knees, losing apparently what strength he had left in his legs. "Sam…" Tears well up in my eyes. Sam tightens his grip around me. "Alright now…" The reverend mutters again, louder. And Dean loses consciousness. Right there. He just falls to the ground. The crowd cheers, while Sam and I jump up from our seats. "Dean!" I scream out in panic, sprinting after Sam to the little stage where Dean is just lying on the floor. Sam kneels down beside him, grabbing his jacket and shaking him. "Dean…" I cry out, grabbing Sam's shoulder, a first tear escaping my eyes.

With a loud gasp, Dean's eyes spring open. "Say something!" Sam barks in panic, his hands still on Dean's jacket. Dean looks completely disoriented and his eyes are open wide, as if he's staring at something. I follow his line of sight, but I only see the reverend standing there with his arms still wide, taking in the applause. "Get me up!" Dean growls, grabbing Sam's hand and pulling. He's standing within seconds. I hastily wipe away my tear. He looks different. The dark circles under his eyes have disappeared. Or, that's what it seems like. He's standing steady and strong, he's not staggering or holding his ribs like he did on the way here.

The rest of the service goes by in a blur. Sam and I are trying to see if it really worked, but the only thing Dean can say is that he feels fine and has no idea what happened, or how it happened. Or if it happened. "We need to go to the hospital." Sam states once we're back at the car. "We need to check your heart. Only then we'll know for sure." I agree with Sam. I haven't been able to let myself hope that it actually worked yet. I will be, if the doctor says so. Dean doesn't seem particularly happy about it, but obviously agrees. "We'll do so, first thing in the morning." He nods his head. "Now, we need to find a place to stay." He holds his hand out to Sam, who hands him the keys off the car with a wide grin on his face. "Reverend said I needed to sleep, or something." He grumbles that last part, sitting down behind the wheel.

We find a motel, check ourselves in and Dean's out in seconds. Collapsing on the nearest bed and snoring within minutes. I chuckle fondly as I watch him. Sam sits down at the table, letting out a relieved sigh. "Do you, uh… think it worked?" I ask him softly. "It has to. Do you see how different he is. How… Back to normal he is?" He nods his head at Dean. "Yeah, well… I'll let the doctors confirm it anyways." I point out to him. Sam chuckles softly, before pointing at the second bed. "Go and get some sleep, honey." I do exactly that. I change quickly, before diving into the second bed, hearing Sam type away on his laptop. I can't stop staring at Dean's sleeping face, although it does soothe me enough to finally get some sleep of my own.

Sam drives us to the nearest hospital in the morning, where he pressures the nurse to take scans of his heart. Dean lets it happen in silence. He's not cheerful or happy like I had expected. Maybe he's not letting himself believe that he's better yet, just like me.

"Did you tell her that you had a damaged heart?" I ask Dean, pacing around in the room where we're waiting for the nurse to come back with the results. "Duhh… Why would they do a scan on someone with a healthy heart?" He questions with a shake of his head. "I don't…" Sam interrupts me, pacing back to us. "Do you really feel okay?" He asks for the seventh time, intently looking at his brother. "I feel fine, Sam." Dean slowly answers, his face not lighting up. "I don't…" I fall silent when the door opens and the nurse walks in with forms in her hand. "Well, uh… According to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart." She announces, looking up at Dean expectantly. "No sign there ever was, too." She adds. Dean frowns, his eyes on her. I, however, sprint up to Sam and jump onto him. He staggers in his place, only just able to catch me. "I will never, ever, doubt anything you say again! I promise." I whisper to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and almost killing him with my hug. He chuckles drily into my ear, hugging me back. New tears well up in my eyes, this time from relief and happiness. And astonishment, really. I don't let them fall. The time for crying is over.

"Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but uh… Still it's strange, but it does happen." The nurse is continuing her conversation with Dean. "What do you mean, strange?" Dean asks her, completely oblivious to our happiness. Sam puts me back on the ground and both of us inch closer to rejoin the conversation. "Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack." The nurse explains to Dean, who's staring at her intently. He seems to think something over, before snapping back to reality. "Thanks, doc." He nods at her. "No problem." She gives him a nod, us a smile, and walks back out.

"That's odd." Dean states as soon as she's gone, glancing at Sam. "Maybe it's a coincidence." Sam shoots into defending mode, raising his arms. "People's hearts give out all the time, man." Dean shortly shakes his head. "No, they don't." His tone is becoming accusing. "Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on." Sam's tone is defending and I am confused. "Hold on a second, what's happening?" I ask, crossing my arms. "I can't shake this feeling, that's why." Dean stands up, moving right into Sam's face. He looks angry, unhappy. It completely throws me off. "Wait, we're not happy you're not dying?" I question, glancing to Sam and then back to Dean. "Not right now." Dean snaps at me, turning around and pacing to the other side of the room. "What feeling are you talking about?" I ask him, throwing a concerned look at Sam. "When I was healed, I just…- I felt, wrong." Dean starts, shrugging on his jacket. "I felt cold. And for a second, I saw something. This uh, this old man." Dean turns back around, pointing at Sam. "I'm telling ya, Sam. It was a spirit." I lean my head to the side, remembering his shocked look right after he woke up. Remembering how I followed it, and just saw the reverend. "But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would have seen it too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things, lately." Sam argues, his tone apologetic. "Well, excuse me, psychic wonder, but you're just gonna need a little faith on this one." Dean once again moves right in front of Sam, staring him down. Sam glances to the ground with a slight shake of his head. I'm getting more confused with the second, but it's clear he's got a feeling. It's clear something wasn't right for him. That's all I need to know.

"Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this." Dean states, his eyes never leaving Sam's face. "I trust it too! What do you think we should do?" I ask him, making it clear who's side I'm choosing. Dean throws me an approving nod. Sam scoffs, before nodding. "Yeah, all right." He mutters, letting out a deep sigh. "So, to quote little kiss-ass here, what do you wanna do?" He clearly has a different opinion than Dean, but is choosing to comply. With a sneer at me, obviously. "Why don't you go check out the heart attack guy. We're gonna visit the reverend." Dean grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. Sam huffs, but turns around and stalks out of the room.

Dean and I move back outside, towards the impala. "Dean…" I hesitantly look sideways at the calm and collected face of my brother. "Yeah?" He swiftly glances at me. "I know you're not feeling it and all… But, uh… Can I at least be a little glad you're not dying anymore?" Dean gives me a huge smile, just for a second. "Of course, puppy." He wraps both his arms around me and crushes me to his chest. He lets me go immediately after. "I'm just… Well, I don't know what the hell happened in that tent and I can't shake this feeling that it's wrong…" He confesses to me, opening the impala. I give him a short nod. I'll go along with anything he says, especially now that I'm not losing him.

In the car, Dean sends me on a wild goose chase on the internet to find out where the reverend lives. He gives me a frown when I tell him the address within minutes. "Sam's been teaching me a few tricks here and there." I confess to him. "Man, what aren't you picking up." He mutters, more to himself than to me. We reach the reverend's house and the same woman we saw yesterday evening, opens the door. She's not surprised to see us, since she just gives us a friendly smile and steps aside, opening the door wider. "Is uh, is the reverend home?" Dean asks her, stepping inside. "Sure, son. Come on in." The woman takes us to what seems to be the living room, where the reverend is indeed sitting at a table. Drinking tea.

"Sit down, sit down!" The woman hushes us and I awkwardly take place on one of the chairs. "Well, son? How are you feeling?" The reverend puts his glass down carefully. He's once again wearing those black sunglasses. "I feel great…" Dean starts slowly. "Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened." He looks right at the reverend as he continues. The reverend nods at him, but his wife's the one who answers. "A miracle is what happened." She looks at her husband dotingly. Dean gives her a nod, although I can see the sarcasm. "Miracles happen so often around Roy." She continues, shifting in her seat and smiling brightly. Roy gives a small chuckle. "But, uh… How? How is that possible?" I dare to speak, my eyes on the reverent. "Better yet, when did they start?" Dean corrects my question, glancing at my swiftly. "The miracles…" Roy inhales deeply. "Woke up one morning, stone blind. Doctors figured out I had cancer, told me I had maybe a month." He starts. I glance down, instantly feeling sorry for him. "So, uh, we prayed for a miracle. 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." Roy reaches for his glasses, slowly lifting them from his head. "If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it." His eyes are white, staring into nothingness. He gives a small nod, before putting his glasses back on. "And suddenly you could heal people?" Dean asks, leaning back in his chair. "I discovered it afterwards, yeah. God's blessed me in many ways." He explains. "And his flock just swelled overnight." Sue Ann adds, smiling excitingly as she stares at her husband. "It was just the beginning…" She looks at Dean, who's face is calm. "Can I ask you one last question?" He glances down suddenly, the calmness disappearing. "Of course you can." The reverend speaks to him in that same, kind tone. He just looks like a fragile old man, if you ask me. "Why?" Dean mutters slowly, glancing back up. "Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" His voice has taken on a different tone, one that I can't quite put my finger on. "Like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart and you just, stood out from all the rest." Roy concludes. I slowly glance at my brother, glad someone else saw in him what I've always seen. "What did you see in my heart?" Dean continues in that same tone. "A young man with an important purpose. A job to do, and it isn't finished." Roy concludes. I let out a slow breath. I would have said something different, but okay, I guess. The man's being guided by the lord, whatever that may mean.

Dean and I thank them for the story and the tea. Then, we make our way back outside. We walk right into Layla, who's making her way up. "Hey, Dean. Hey." She throws Dean a smile and waves her hand at me. "How are you feeling?" She seems genuinely interested. "I feel good. Cured, I guess." Dean answers her, slightly glancing back at the house we just left. "What are you doing here?" He asks her in confusion. She inhales deeply, glancing a little back where her mother is getting out of the car. "You know, my mom wanted to talk to the reverend." She explains. "Layla." Sue Ann's voice comes from the front door and Layla glances at her with a smile. "Yes." She nods, climbing the stairs up to the porch. "I'm here again." She grabs the hands Sue Ann offers her. "Oh, I'm sorry, but Roy's resting and won't be seeing anyone else right now." She tells Layla, sorrow in her eyes. "Sue Ann, please…" The mother's face falls. Dean pushes me slightly further back. We're both still standing there, listening to their conversation. "This is our sixth time… He's got to see us!" The mother throws pleading eyes at Sue Ann. "Roy's well aware of Layla's situation and very much wants to help, just as soon as the lord allows…" Sue Ann explains, glancing down. "Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." She adds. I bow my head, scoffing silently. That's some bull crap. Why isn't he just helping her. Helping them all?

The mother turns and spots us, a little to the side. "Why are you even here?" Her tone is accusing and she's staring right at Dean. "You got what you wanted…" Her eyes divert to me. Goosebumps appear on my skin at the look she throws me. "Mom! Stop." Layla tries to interfere, her face pale. "No, Layla. This is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would just stop picking these strangers over you… Strangers who don't even believe." With that she throws a nasty glare at Dean. "I just can't pray any harder…" She seems so defeated, all of a sudden. "What's wrong, ma'am? Layla, what's wrong?" I step forward, trying to show the woman that we mean no harm. Layla turns to us, looking uncomfortable and scared. "I have this uh, this thing…" She starts, but her mom decides to just drop the bomb. "It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months the doctors say…" She can't continue, throwing her eyes to her daughter. Layla places a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry…" Dean mutters, seeming genuinely upset by what we just learned. "It's okay." Layla puts that dashing smile back on her face, nodding at him. "No, it's not." I shake my head slowly, glancing at the ground. "That's not okay…" When I glance up, the mother has thrown her piercing eyes back to Dean. "Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" She asks him. "I…" I do not know what to say to this grieving woman in front of me, even though she just angered me with that statement. She seems to see that, because she turns around and walks away. Back towards the road. I throw my eyes on Layla, who seems very close to tears. She rushes past us, towards her mother.

"Damnit…" I whisper, grabbing Dean's arm. "She should have gotten…" He starts, but I had seen it coming. "Stop that! That helps no one." I snap at him. He lets out a groan, but starts to walk with me towards the impala. I hate that the fact that him being okay again, is starting to have a bad taste.

Sam's already back at the motel room when we arrive. He's also not looking happy, it's the first thing I see. Dean throws the keys on the bed and shrugs off his jacket. The silence stays and I frown. "Did you find anything, Sam? About that strange death..?" Sam throws me a heavy look and I take that as a yes. "I'm sorry." He throws his eyes to Dean. "Sorry about what?" Dean asks him in confusion. "Marshall Hall died at 4:17…" Sam mutters, stopping himself. He doesn't need to say more, Dean already understood. "The exact same time I was healed." He states, eyes widening. "Yeah." Sam nods shortly. "What does that mean?" I drop down on the chair across from Sam. "Well, I put together a list. Everyone Roy has healed, six people over the past year, and I crossed checked them with the local obits." Sam pulls a stack of papers from behind his laptop and hands them to Dean. "Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom leGrange was healing at the time." He concludes miserably. "What? So someone heals of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" My eyes widen as I try to figure out if that's what he just said. "Somehow…" Sam nods. "LeGrange is trading a life for another." Dean leans back in his seat. "Wait, wait, wait… So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" Dean's voice is quivering as he glares at Sam. Sam drops his eyes. "Dean… The guy probably would have died anyway… And someone else would have been healed." He mutters in a low tone. Dean abruptly rises from his seat. "You two never should have brought me here." He snarls accusingly. "Dean, I was just trying to save your life…" Sam protests weakly, glancing at me helplessly. "Dean…" I stand up too, but don't follow him. He's not just angry with Sam, he's also angry with me. I was the one who helped Sam force him into that tent and onto that stage. I was the one who begged him to go up there when his name was called.

"No, Skye! Some guy is dead now, because of me!" Dean throws back at me in anger. "I didn't know!" I throw my hands into the air in my defense. "He didn't know either!" I point at Sam in an attempt to help him. Dean clenches his jaws as he looks from me to Sam.

"The thing I don't understand, is how is Roy doing it?" Sam weakly tries to change the subject. "Maybe it's not Roy that's doing it…" I trail off when Dean steps towards me. "Of course he is!" He argues. "I don't know, Dean! I mean, the guy is blind and something weird happened to him. But he came off as genuine, when we were there!" I protest. "Pup, you think everyone is genuine!" Dean shakes his head in frustration. "No…" I stop, not wanting to jump into another argument. "H-how do you even do that? Trading a life for another random life?" I change the subject again. Dean shakes his head swiftly. "Oh, I don't think he's doing it. Something else is doing it for him." He concludes, taking a few steps forward. "What do you mean?" Sam asks him. "The old man I saw on stage. I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew it." Dean continues. "What, Dean? What did you know?" I approach him slowly, trying to understand what he's figured out. "There's only one thing that can give and take life like that." Dean throws Sam a glance, as if to say he should know what that is. "What? I thought nothing could decide over that!" I mutter in confusion. "We're dealing with a reaper." Dean tells me. A silence falls. Sam raises his eyebrows at him.

Dean sighs, before stalking towards the bed and grabbing the keys. "I'll head out to the library…" He announces to us. Then, he rushes out of the apartment. Sam lets out a sad sigh, hanging his head. "I really didn't know…" He mutters slowly. "I know." I assure him, sitting back down. "Do you? I mean, I think Dean doesn't believe that." I let out a deep breath, glancing at him. "Dean's just pissed that him getting saved apparently caused someone else to die, Sam. I mean, I'd not know what to do with that either. I'd be relieved that I wasn't dying any longer, but…" I fall silent, feeling the conflict that's probably in Dean's head right now. "But I'd hate to know my life was the cost of someone else's…" Sam finishes my sentence slowly. "Exactly, he's just… You know." I glance down at the table. "Yeah." Sam shakes his head shortly, clearly feeling conflicted as well.

"So, uh… What's a reaper?" I ask him curiously. "Well, I don't know what he means with 'a reaper', honestly. I only know 'the reaper'." Sam tells me. "You mean that hooded figure with a large axe thing that I've seen in horror movies?" Sam gives me a dry chuckle. "Yeah, something like that." I frown to myself. "I did not know that was real…" I confess. "It isn't, at least not like that." Sam types something on his laptop, before turning the screen towards me. "Look, I presume this is what you mean?" He points at the pictures of a hooded figure with a large axe, surrounded by darkness. All of them slightly different, but with the same characteristics. "Yeah." I nod. "Well, I don't think the reaper actually looks like this, but uh… It is real, I believe." Sam starts to explain. "The reaper is basically a power, or force, you could say, that comes to collect your soul when you die. An angel of death." I lean my head to the side. "Ahh, okay. But uh, does that mean the old man that Dean saw was the reaper?" I nod my head to the screen. "Maybe…" Sam seems as confused as I am, turning the screen back.

We wait impatiently for our brother. Sam starts to do his research on the reaper, I just stare at the door. Listening to him babble about what he finds. Dean comes back after about an hour, a few books in his hands.

Without a word, he takes place across from Sam at the table and starts flipping through the first book. "Dean, uh…" Sam awkwardly breaks the silence. "Do you really think it's the grim reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul… the whole deal?" Dean shakes his head. "No, no, no, not the reaper. A reaper." He looks over at Sam, grabbing another paper out of one of the books from the library. "Are there more reapers?" I question in astonishment. "There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth. Go by a hundred different names… it is possible that there's more than one of 'm." He explains to me, glancing down at the papers in front of him. "But, you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam comments drily, leaning his head on his arm. "What, you think he should have been working the whole black rope thing?" Dean raises his hand at his brother. "You said it yourself, the clock stopped, right?" Sam glances down. "Reapers stop time." Dean continues, holding up a paper that shows a scary looking drawing of a skeleton who's holding an hourglass. "And you can only see them when they're coming at you, which is why I could see him and you guys couldn't." He smacks the paper back down, giving me a knowing glance. "Maybe…" Sam mutters, glancing back at his laptop. Dean is getting irritated. "There's nothing else it could be, Sam! Question is, how is Roy controlling the damn thing." He snaps. Sam doesn't react, but he does seem to realize something. "That cross." He mumbles. "What cross?" I am getting more confused by the second. "What?" Dean's also confused. "There was this cross, like…" Sam reaches to the side, grabbing a bunch of cards that he grabbed out of his bag a while ago. "I noticed it in the church tent… I knew I'd seen it before." He murmurs, shuffling through the cards. "Where?" I try to think back, but can't remember seeing a cross somewhere. "It was on the table there…" Sam's voice trails off when he spots a card. He huffs, putting the others back down and holding it up. He then turns it around, showing it to us. "Here." Dean reaches for the card, lowering it so we can both see it. There's another skeleton on it, wearing a long robe and standing in front of some sort of ritualistic table. There's a cross in a circle in the top right. "A tarot?" Dean questions. "Wait, now tarot cards are real too?" I shake my head in disbelief, leaning back in my chair. "It makes sense. 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? I mean, Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?" I listen to all this information with wide eyes, never having heard of it before. "So, Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper." Dean reacts like none of this is new to him. "If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white." Sam leans back in his chair. "I don't think it's Roy who's doing this." I try once again. "The guy is blind…" Dean interrupts me. "Skye, even a blind man can bind a reaper. You don't have to see, to use black magic." He instantly argues with me, standing up and putting his empty coffee cup in the sink. He turns around and leans against the counter. "We need to stop Roy." He says to Sam. "How?" Sam reacts. "You know how." Dean clenches his jaws, his face filling with determination. "You know how to stop a reaper?" I ask. My question seems way too innocent, when Sam takes over. "No, what the hell are you talking about, Dean? We can't kill Roy." I let out a small gasp, turning to Dean. "You want to kill a harmless old man who's blind?" I accuse, flabbergasted. "Skye, the man's playing God. He's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book." He argued with me. "No, we're not gonna kill a human being, Dean." Sam grabs my arm. "Don't listen to that, that's not how we hunt." He adds to me. "We do that, we are no better than he is." He glares at Dean, who rolls his eyes in frustration. "Okay, so we can't kill Roy. We can't kill death… Any bright ideas, college boy?" Sam huffs. "Okay, uh… If Roy is using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we have to… uh, figure out what it is and how to break it." He stares right back at his brother. Almost as if he wants to challenge him in finding an idea better than that. "Yeah, uh… I'm with that, that's better." I mutter softly. Dean lets out a groan, but dashes towards his jacket. "What time is it?" He questions, shrugging it on. "Uhh, three…" Sam answers, glancing at his phone. "Grab your stuff, we're going back to that tent." Dean announces. I quickly dash towards my own jacket, pulling it on. "Why?" Dean grabs the car keys, waving at Sam to hurry up. "Well, we need to find out what Roy's using and we're not gonna find that here." He explains to me. "We need to get back to that tent." I conclude for myself, following him out of the motel room quickly.

Dean drives us back to the big, white tent that we were at yesterday. Where Dean got healed and a reaper killed someone else. It's still there and looks exactly the same as yesterday. A white board at the beginning telling us there will be a service today. "We need to get in there, before this all starts again!" Dean races us towards the parking area. "Well, if Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book." Sam suggests. We all step out of the car. "Take her and see if you can find it!" Dean tells him, pointing at me. He then glances at his watch. "Hurry up, too. The service starts in fifteen minutes! I'll try to stall Roy." He adds, giving Sam a soft pat on his chest. "All right." Sam agrees, grabbing my arm. "Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's no healer…" The man we saw yesterday, who's clearly still protesting here, steps up and hands us his leaflets. "Amen, brother." Dean gives him a firm nod, before stalking away. Sam grabs the pamphlet the guy hands him, putting a hand on the man's arm. "You keep up the good work." He tells him directly. "Come on." He then leads me away. "Sam, will you please listen to me?" I ask, letting him drag me along. He glances down at me in confusion. "I don't think it's Roy…" I try once again. "How are you so sure?" Sam asks me with a shake of his head. "I met the guy, okay? I spoke to him, with Dean. He's, uh…" I fall silent, not really sure how I can explain this to him. "Honey, he could have been lying his ass off." Sam points out, swiftly glancing around us. We're arrived at the back of Roy's house. "I don't think he was…" I argue weakly. "How do you know that?" Sam asks me again in a hushed voice, quickly climbing the stairs, motioning for me to follow him. "Uh… I guess it's a feeling…" I mutter, following him. He turns around, giving me his famous bitchface. "What? Dean told you he had a feeling and you found nothing wrong with that!" I argue in a hushed voice. "Dean's been hunting his whole life, Skye… Plus, his feelings are mostly correct." He points out to me. "Don't tell him I said that." He then adds drily, peeking around the corner of the house. "Okay, Roy's being guided down the stairs by his wife. A few more seconds and we're clear." He whispers to me, retracting his head.

We climb through a window as soon as Roy's out of sight. Right into the living room. "What am I looking for?" I whisper to Sam, glancing around the room. "Anything that ties to the reaper. Or black magic. Spells, and stuff." Sam whispers back. I give him a small nod. We search through the whole house as quickly as we can. We only have fifteen minutes.

Nothing in the living room or the kitchen. We split up after that. Sam races upstairs, I continue downstairs.

Ten minutes later, Sam comes racing downstairs. He has a black, small book in his hands. "I got it." He hushes at me, waving me over. Together we exit the house. Sam grabs his phone and calls Dean, I rush after him. "Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral, and I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protester?" Sam stops and hands me the book, motioning for me to open it. Inside, I find a lot of weird looking Christian lore, and a few articles. Of a gay man, an abortus protester. And I understand. These people are immoral, in the eyes of the Christian lore. And yes, there's an article about the protester that literally just handed us his leaflets.

"Yeah… Yeah, we'll find him, but you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" Sam hangs up the phone. "We need to find that man right now." He hissed at me. We rush through the parking lot, both of us. Glancing through the parked cars, searching for that man. "You think he's…" I'm about to ask if he might be inside the tent, when a loud scream for help interrupts me. "HELP!" There it is again. I swirl around, my eyes searching for who the cry for help belongs to. Then I see him. The guy from the parking lot, stumbling between two parked cars. Terror in his eyes. "Sam!" I yell out, before breaking into a sprint, Sam following me right away. "HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!" The man crushed himself into a red car, staring into the air. "Where is it?" Sam yells at him, hastily glancing all around us. We can't see the reaper, but the man clearly can. "IT'S RIGHT THERE!" The man points right at me, tears jumping into his eyes. I instantly swirl around, my breathing caught in my throat. "Come on!" Sam grabs the man and pushes him away, motivating him to start running. "GO!" I scream after them, breaking out into another sprint.

The man suddenly stops, buckling over and panting loudly. "W-Where…?" He wheezes, throwing his head around in a desperate search for the reaper that was after him just moments ago. Sam's phone rings. While he picks up, I run over to the man. "Hey… Do you still see it?" I ask him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head, standing back up. His eyes are still flashing all around him.

"Yeah, I think it's okay…" Sam murmurs. I turn around to him, almost letting my breath of relief escape. It was too early. "N-No…" I hear the man grunt right next to me and when I turn back around to him, his eyes are filled with terror. Nailed to the ground, I watch the man slowly sink to his feet. "Dean, it didn't work!" Sam shouts into the phone in panic. "Sir? SIR?" I watch in horror how the man moves very unnaturally, sinking towards the ground. His eyes look like they're growing bigger. Like they're slowly fading out.

"Well, I'm telling you! I'M TELLING YOU! I-It… It must not have worked, Roy must not be controlling this thing!" Sam's shouting rings in my ear. The man is gasping for breath, seemingly in a lot of pain. I don't know what to do. "Sir!" I yell at him weakly, pretty sure he can't hear me anymore. "SAM!" When I glance up, Sam's slowly bringing down the phone, his eyes fixated on the man. "It was Sue Ann…" He tells me with a shake of his head. The man gasps turn louder. Slowly, color is returning to his eyes and face. "Sir? Sir, are you alright?" I put a hand on his shoulder. The man's still shaking. "Come on, we got ya." Sam grabs his other arm and together we drag him up. "Can you still see him?" I ask him. His panicked eyes slowly focus on my face and he gives me a short shake of his head. "Thank God…" He brings out, doubling over.

Sam and I make sure the man finds his car and gets in safely, before searching for Dean. He's standing close to the tent, Layla's walking away from him. "It worked, whatever it was. That man didn't die." I tell him as I reach him, grabbing his arm. "Well, at least that's one win." Dean mutters, sounding quite miserable. "What did you do to stop the service?" Sam asks him, slowly starting to walk back to the car. "Called for a fire. But it's not Roy, Sam. It's Sue Ann. I saw her in the tent, she had a necklace with that cross on it. She was muttering something to it." Dean explains, unlocking the car.

"Private session tonight, okay? I promise you, I'll heal your daughter." Roy's voice catches me off guard and I turn to the right. He's standing there with Sue Ann, talking to Layla's mom. Disrupting this service is not going to stop Roy from healing people and Sue Ann from taking other people's lives.

The ride back to the motel is silent. We're all thinking about what to do here. I am pleased with myself, though. I was right. I called it. It's not Roy, in fact I don't think he even knows what his wife is doing.

"So, Roy really believes." Sam states as he enters the motel room, dropping down on one of the beds. "I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing." Dean reacts, walking towards the window and glancing outside through the curtains. "I said it wasn't t Roy." I state quietly. Both of their heads turn my way. "You did." Dean slowly nods. "I had a feeling and that feeling was correct." That statement is purely meant for Sam, who once again throws me his bitch face. "It's not a gloating matter, Skye." Dean points out to me, walking back. My face falls. "We did find this, in their library." Sam changes the subject, showing Dean the black little book with the articles in it. "It's ancient. Written by a priest, who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here, for trapping a reaper." Sam hands the book to Dean, who sits down next to him. "Must be a hell of a spell." He mutters, opening the book. "How does that work? With spells, like that?" I grab a chair and sit down, curiously leaning forward. "Yeah, well, in there it says that you gotta build a black alter. With seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood…" Sam lets out a deep sigh, focusing back on Dean. "To cross a line like that… A preacher's wife. Black magic, murder. Evil." Sam concludes with a little shake of his head. "So, she cast that spell with that alter thing, bound the reaper and is now controlling him?" It seems a bit much, to be honest. "Why would she do that?" I whisper more to myself. "She was desperate." Dean starts. "Her husband was dying, she did what she needed to do to save him." He leans his head to the side slowly. "I think she's using the binding spell to keep that reaper away from Roy." I nod slowly. That makes more sense. "So, she's cheating death." I conclude. "Literally." Sam adds. "Yeah, but Roy's alive. So, why is she still using the spell?" Dean asks, glancing at Sam. "Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral." Dean huffs in annoyance. "Then God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." Sam leans forward. "We have to break that binding spell, Dean." I slowly stand up. "Wait, didn't you say Sue Ann had that cross? Around her neck?" I ask Dean. "Yeah, when she dropped it, the reaper backed off." He nods at me. "Then maybe we should get that cross." I glance at Sam, who's nodding his head in approval. "Get that cross or destroy that alter she must have, somewhere." He adds. "Maybe both." Dean glances back down at the book. "Whatever we do, we have to do it soon. Roy is healing Layla tonight." He closes the book, handing it back to Sam. "Then what are we doing here? We need to get back there!" Sam jumps up and together we hurry back to the impala.

I feel anxious. Not much, just a little. But the notion that someone is gonna die tonight is pressing on me. And the fact that we selfishly healed Dean at the expense of another person is also keeping me on edge. I would do anything for my brother, but take another life… Thankfully we didn't know and didn't have to make that decision consciously.

It's dark and rainy, when Dean races us towards the parking places, past the white tent. There is a sheriff's car next to it, which we race past. "That's Layla's car." Sam points out, glancing towards Roy's house. "She's already here…" I worriedly glance at Dean. "Yeah." He mutters, that miserable tone back in his voice. "Dean…" Sam starts, having noticed it too. "You know, if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now." Dean glances down. "Dean, don't do that…" He interrupts me. "And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a few months." Sam turns to his brother. "Dean, what's happening to her is horrible, but what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die, to save her?" He points out, his voice soothing. Dean glances out of the window with clenched jaws. "You said it yourself, Dean. You can't play God." Sam points out to him. I let out an annoyed breath. "He knows that." I state, opening my door and stepping out into the chilly air. Sam and Dean both follow my example. "Come on." Dean nods towards the tent. We follow him. We sneak around back. Dean moves the curtain and we glance inside. A bunch of people are huddled together around the little stage, where Roy is on. He's encouraging everyone to come closer, as he helps Layla on the stage. She looks shaky. It hurts my heart. She thinks she's gonna get better, that he can help her.

"Where's Sue Ann?" Dean fairly points out. Sam glances around. "House." He states. We all turn, but not all of us end up marching towards the house. Dean points to the impala with an urgent look on his face. "Don't fight me, go and be safe." He orders. My mouth falls open, but he won't let me talk. "There's a reaper being controlled here. If Sue Ann sends it after you, God help me." He glares at me, almost daring me to challenge him. "Fair enough." I mutter slowly. With a shake of my head, I turn around and move back towards the car. I haven't seen the reaper yet. Dean's seen him, that man from earlier almost died to him. I do not fancy meeting it, if I'm honest. And in this situation, this moral dilemma, I'm actually glad I don't make the calls. I do not desire to keep Layla from the rest of her life as a healthy woman.

From my safe seat in the car, I watch my brothers stalk towards the house. Dean pushes Sam aside, saying something to him, before stepping forward and hollering something at someone else. I can't quite see who, but soon he sprints past the car. Two police officers come into view, racing after him. I have to chuckle at that sight.

After that, both my brothers have disappeared and I wait. Impatiently.

It's quiet. Way too quiet. I can't seem to sit still. If I go out to check how far Roy is in the healing ceremony, it won't hurt, will it? Dean doesn't have to find out. I step outside, shivering at the cold evening air. Then, I sneak around the big, white tent. When I peak inside, Roy's standing with his hands folded, calling out for prayer. He's doing those weird hand movements again, the same ones he did when he healed Dean. He's reaching for Layla. It's not good. It has started. And God knows who Sue Ann has now picked to die. I need to find Sam, Dean is God knows where with those two officers.

I rush towards the house. It's silent there. The windows are dark. I do hear some weird clattering, some thumping coming from my left. More to the ground. It's out of place. I slowly move towards it. Around the house, next to the veranda. If I am not mistaken, I see light coming from the ground. There's a cellar there. When I move closer, I can hear someone shuffling around down there. Banging and breaking stuff. Then there's thumping against the two cellar doors, which to my surprise, are sealed shut with something. I hear a faint "CRAP" coming from beneath the doors. I recognize that voice instantly.

"Sam?" I call out in relief, rushing towards the cellar doors. "Oh, Skye? Oh, thank God. She locked me in!" Sam screams back at me, once again banging on the doors. His voice is panicked. "I'll…" I'm about to yell at him that I'll free him, but he interrupts me. "GO! You need to find Sue Ann! She's gonna send the reaper after Dean. GO!" Now I understand where the panic in his voice came from. It's settling into my stomach as well. "WHAT?" I yell out in terror. "GO! Just GO! She's somewhere near the tent!" I dash towards the cellar doors and remove the bar of metal that trapped Sam inside, before breaking into a sprint towards the tent. My eyes flashing around in a desperate search for Sue Ann, the panic keeping my legs moving. Heavily panting, I skid to a halt. There she is, right there. Next to the opening, holding that cross Dean said something about before. She's muttering to herself, her eyes closed. Meaning, she's killing my brother. I break out into sprint again and almost throw myself at her, reaching for the necklace she's holding. She's dumbstruck, almost toppling over with the force I threw myself into her. I am glancing at the cross in my hand in panic. What do I do now? I have it… What now?

"BREAK IT!" Sam's scream comes from my right, he's racing towards me. My head clears up for a moment and with all my power, I smash the cross to the ground. It crashes and instantly breaks, a substance that looks a lot like blood, spilling out. Sue Ann lets out a gasp, her mouth falling over. "Oh my god!" She cries out, falling on her knees next to the cross, tears spilling across her face. "What have you done!" Sam skids to a halt next to me, grabbing me and yanking me back. "He's not your god." He tells her, his tone dripping with disgust.

Sue Ann doesn't react to that statement. She lets out another gasp, jumping back to her feet. Her face filling with terror, as she stares at something. I let out a yelp of surprise when she suddenly turns and makes a move to run, but skids back to a halt a few feet further. "Wha…" My voice trails off when I see her let out another terror filled whine. Then, she just sinks through her feet. Collapsing to the ground. Her eyes turning grey, like I've seen before. With that other guy, who the reaper was after. "Sam…?" I dash back when she hits the floor and starts convulsing. "We need to help her!" Panic is once again settling in. "We can't…" Right as Sam says that, she stops convulsing, becoming still. Her head rolls to the side, eyes wide open. She's dead. Clearly dead. "I think the reaper just got his revenge for his dog leash." Sam soothingly puts an arm on my shoulder. I tear my eyes away from Sue Ann's dead body. At least it was her and not Dean. She deserved it, she played God. At least, that's what I try to tell myself to make the situation slightly better.

"Come on, let's go back." Sam ushers me with him. We arrive back to the car at the same time as Dean. He is panting harshly. "You okay?" Sam asks him. Dean gives a short nod. "Hell of a week." He mutters. "Yeah…" I agree softly. Dean grabs the keys, holding them in his hand. "All right, come on. We should get going." Sam motions for me to get in the car and I do so gladly. I don't wanna be here anymore.

Dean drives us back to the motel. There, Sam starts packing up. I help him, very aware of how Dean sits down at the table and just stares ahead. Lost in thought. Sam catches it too and gives me a short glance. "What is it?" He asks his brother, putting his sleeping-shirt back in his bag. Dean looks at him. "Nothing." He says, glancing back down at his hands. "What is it?" Sam repeats, putting his hands on his sides. "Dean, are you okay?" I add worriedly. Dean lets out a short breath, before his eyes focus on Sam. "We did the right thing here, didn't we?" He asks, seeming unsure. "Of course we did." Sam instantly shoots his concern down. "Well, it doesn't feel like it." Dean shrugs, glancing back down. "I know." I slowly walk up to him, glad he's also feeling the heaviness of this case. He's clearly struggling with the same moral dilemma. A knock on the door takes us off guard. "I got it." Sam nods at Dean, turning around and moving towards the door. I watch him, feeling Dean's arms slowly wrap around me, pulling me close for a second. "Did the reaper come after you, like Sue Ann wanted?" I ask him, glancing up. He nods at me. "Well, then I'm glad I threw myself into her and broke her cross." I confess. It doesn't feel good at all, she died right after that. She died because I broke her cross. "Did you? It was you?" Dean seems genuinely confused about that. "I thought I told you to stay in the car." He adds, a twinkle appearing in his eyes. "Yeah, well… It was just too quiet. And Roy had started to heal Layla, meaning something was up." I slowly explain to him. "Something was up." He confirms drily, making me chuckle.

Both of us turn our heads when Sam opens the door and greets Layla, who's just standing there. She looks beautiful, considering the tragedy. "Layla?" I move away from Dean, making room for him to stride towards her in confusion. I catch Sam's glance and give him an approving smile. That explains why he had to walk off and make a call, before we reached the impala earlier.

"Hey… How did you know we were here?" Dean greats her in a soft voice. She steps towards him. "Uh, Sam called." She explains, turning to Sam slightly. "He said you wanted to say goodbye." She adds, her tone just as soft. Sam lets out a chuckle, a wide grin on his face. "C'me on, honey. We're uh…" He glances at me and I instantly catch on. "We're going out, yes." I nod, quickly dashing towards Dean's jacket and grabbing the keys to the impala. Dean watches on in surprise. Sam and I walk straight out, closing the door behind us.

"That was a nice thing you did." I tell him, grabbing his arm and pulling him with me towards the parking lot. He shrugs, but the grin stays on his face. I dangle the car keys in front of his face. "Wanna take me out shooting?" He laughs, grabbing the keys from me. "How about I take you for a drive, huh? Dean got to teach you the first things, now I get a go. You need to keep practicing." He ruffles my hair, before jogging to the car. I follow him happily.

He takes me out and lets me drive around a parking lot. It's harder in the dark, I can barely see anything, even with the car lights on. Sam laughs as I complain, telling me I'll get used to it.

When we get back, Dean has packed up everything else and Layla is gone. Sam and I know better than to ask. "Ready to go?" Sam grabs his bag, glancing at his brother. "Ready as ever." Dean throws him a genuine smile, before pushing me out the door. I stumble and almost fall, throwing him a glare. It doesn't stay up long, when I hear his laugh. I'd give anything for that laugh.

We put everything back in the trunk and I cuddle up in the backseat, ready for some sleep, as I'm sure we're gonna be driving through the night.