*3rd Person POV*

The familiar Impala drives up to this abandoned house and then parks in front of it. Sam, Dean and (y/n) walk out and open the trunk. Dean removes two tasers. "What do you got those amped up to?" Sam asked Dean. "A hundred thousand volts." Dean replied. "Damn." (Y/n) said, shocked. "Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." Dean said as he hands one taser to Sam and the other to (y/n) then grabs a third one for him.

The trio move down the basement stairs with guns and flashlights until they hear a noise. They look around and see a cupboard against the wall. Dean looks at Sam and (y/n) then whispered. "On three. One. Two. Three."

Dean swings open the door, revealing a young boy and girl crouched down inside, both of them were covering their ears. "Is it still here?" Sam asked them and the children nod. "Ok. Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here." (Y/n) said to the boy and they nod again. "Let's go, let's go." Dean said and they move towards the stairs.

"Alright, go!" Dean shouts and Sam starts to take the children upstairs when a hand grabs his legs, knocking him back down. The children scream and run to the top of the stairs. "Sam!" Dean and (y/n) shout as Dean shoots the taser but misses. "Sam, get 'em outta here!" Dean shouts and Sam throws his taser to Dean. "Here take this!" Sam said and he runs up the stairs and moves the children out of sight.

Dean and (y/n) move around the basement on high alert, shining their flashlights into corners. "Come on!" Dean said and the two start to split off in different directions.

Suddenly, a ragged, hairy creature leaps up and shoves (y/n) backwards. She loses her weapon and flashlight as she falls.
She glances around, scrambles across puddles of water to grab the taser and releases it toward the creature as it moves toward her, electrocuting him. The electricity moves from the creature through the water lying on the ground to (y/n). They both shake and twitch until the creature falls over but (y/n) loses consciousness.

"(Y/n)!" Dean shouts as he runs over to her, a look of worry and concern etched across his face. "(Y/n)? No, no, no, no!" He mutters when she didn't move or respond. Sam runs down the stairs and sees Dean kneeling before (y/n). "Dean! (Y/n)!" Sam shouts as he runs over to Dean, who had half lifted (y/n) and was holding her face with his other hand.

"What the hell happened?" Sam asked as tears formed into Dean's eyes. "C'mon, (y/n). C'mon!" Dean pleads.

Later, the Winchester brothers were standing at the desk with a receptionist at a hospital. After the incident, they brought (y/n) here to at least try to save her life. So far, the Doctors hadn't given them any updates since they told the boys they were taking her in for tests.

"Sirs', I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." The receptionist said to them. "Right. Uh, ok." Sam said then he looks over after Dean, who gives a curt nod.

Sam removes a card from his wallet and hands it to the woman, who glances at the card. "Okay, Mr. Burkovitz." She said as Sam turns around and sees two cops waiting. He sighs then walks over to them, Dean following close behind.

"Look, we can finish this up later." One of the officer's said. "No, no, it's okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in." Sam replied while Dean looks down at his feet.

"And you found the kids in the basement?" The cop asked them. "Yeah." Both boys replied. "Well, thank God you did." The cop said just as the doctor walks towards them. Dean starts to walk over to the Doctor while Sam looks back at the cops. "Excuse us." He said. "Sure. Thanks for your help." The cop said and Sam nods then follows Dean.

"Hey, Doc. Is she..." Dean started to ask but the doctor raises a hand towards him. "She's resting." he replied. "And?" Dean and Sam asked in unison. "The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. Her heart...it's damaged." The doctor said and Dean clenches his jaw as Sam's eyes widen and his jaw drops, slightly.

"How damaged?" Sam asked him. "We've done all we can. We can try and keep her comfortable at this point. But, I'd give her a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month." The doctor said and the frightened look washes over Sam's face while there was anger on Dean's face. "No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment." Dean said, roughly. "We can't work miracles. I really am sorry." The doctor said and, upset, Dean walks away while Sam looks over at his brother with worry.

*(y/n)'s POV*

God, this boring! I thought as I watch the TV in the room. All that was on was some boring soap opera shows or some dumb daytime talk show. I hear the door to my room open and I slightly look over to see Dean had walked in. But I quickly turn my eyes back to the TV

"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." I said, my voice was very soft and weak. I almost sounded like I had a sore throat. "Sam and I talked to your doctor." Dean said as I heard the door open again, meaning Sam had walked in.

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down." I growled and I hear Dean sighing at this. "(Y/n)." Sam said and I look up at them. I let out a small sigh then turned the TV off. "Yeah. All right, well, looks like you boys are gonna leave town without me." I said, resigned.

"What are you talking about? We're not gonna leave you here." Dean said. "Hey, you two better take care of my bike... and my safehouses. Or, I swear, I'll haunt both of your asses." I said. "I don't think that's funny." Sam said and Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, neither do I." He said. "Oh, come on, it's a little funny." I said as I give them a small smirk.

There was a long silence between us while both boys look down at the floor. "Dean...Sam..." I said, very softly, and they look back at me. "What can I say, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story." I said, shrugging. "Don't talk like that, alright?" Dean said, roughly.

"We still have options." Sam suggests. "What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And neither of you can't stop it." I said to them. "Watch us." Sam said and I give them a concern look.

*3rd Person POV*

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help." John's voicemail message said as Sam had the phone in his ears and Dean was in the bathroom, taking a shower.

"Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh...you probably won't even get this, but, uh...it's (y/n). She's sick, and uh...the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Dean is pretty....he's pretty broken up about it. Even if he doesn't want to admit it. Um...but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause we're uh...gonna do whatever it takes to get her better. Alright...just wanted you to know." Sam said as he tried his best to fight back tears and not cry.

He hangs up then tosses his phone on the bed and just sits there silently. Sam just couldn't believe he was gonna lose his best friend in the whole world, this didn't feel right. He had been searching for any clue on how to help her while Dean, at first, did help search but stopped and just moped about. After a few days, Sam had hoped that this specialist in Nebraska could help

There was a knock on the door, which takes him out of his thoughts, and he looks up quickly, tears in his eyes. Dean had just walked out of the bathroom as Sam goes to the door and opens it to find (y/n) leaning against the door frame, looking terrible  Her eyes darken and her face look gaunt.

*(y/n)'s POV*

After I knocked on the door, it opens and I see Sam standing there and he looked confused and surprised to see me. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked me as I see Dean come up from behind him. "I checked myself out." I said to him.

"What, are you crazy?" Dean asked as I entered the room and leaned against everything with reach. "Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the male nurses or doctors aren't even hot." I joked while Dean huffs at this and Sam scoffs and shuts the door.

"You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it." Dean said to me. "Yeah, whatever, dude." I grumbled as I go to one of the chairs nearby. I look up at them and get a better look and realized they looked like they hadn't slept well.

"Have you boys even slept? You two look worse than me." I said as both of them go to help me in a chair. "I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal." Sam said. "For what?" I asked him. "For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist." Sam said and I look up at him and chuckled.

"You boys are not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" I said. "We're not gonna let you die, period. We're going." Sam said to me and I let out an exasperated sigh.

The Impala bumps along a rutted gravel road toward a large white circus tent set up in a field. The boys and I could see people making their way toward the tent across the very muddy ground, many on walking sticks or helped by others.

Once we get parked, the boys get out and Dean runs around to help me as I open the door and look around. A sign next to the tent reads The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." I grumbled as I get out of the car. Dean was helping me out as Sam comes over to me. "Here..." Sam said but Dean pushes him away and growls. "I got it." 

"Dean..." I said, exasperated, and he glances at me then nodded as he holds my arm. "Sam...I thought you said we were going to see a doctor." I said to him as I look at the white tent. "I believe I said a specialist. Look, (y/n), this guy's supposed to be the real deal." Sam said as Dean shakes his head. "I can't believe you brought her here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent." He grumbles at Sam.

"Reverend LeGrange is a great man." An elderly woman, who was passing by us, said. "Yeah, that's nice." Dean mutters as we walk past an angry man remonstrating with a cop. "I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money." The man shouted. "Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it." said the Officer and they walk away.

"I take it he's not part of the flock." I remarked as I gestured toward the man. "But when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam said. "I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?" I exclaimed. "Maybe it's time to have a little faith, (y/n)." Sam tries to assure me.

"You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on." I stated and Dean nods. "I agree." He said and Sam looks between us. "How can you two be skeptics? With the things we see everyday?" Sam asked us, astonished. "Exactly. We see them, we know there real." I said. "But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" Sam asked me. "Because I've seen what evil does to good people." I replied as we get closer to entrance of the tent.

Then a young blonde man, who was walking in front of us, turns to us. "Maybe God works in mysterious ways." The guy said and I smile at him as I checked him out. He had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, square-jawed, and well built, he looked like the cliche jock type boy that all the girls would fawn over. "Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject." I said to him and he chuckles at this. "Yeah, I'm sure." He said.

"I'm (y/n). This is Dean and Sam." I introduced as I hold my hand out to him. "Liam." He said after he takes my hand and shakes it. "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" Liam asked me. "Well, apparently my best friend here believes enough for the three of us." I said as I gesture between me and the boys.

Then an older woman approaches Liam andnpurs her arm around him. "Come on, Liam. It's about to start." She said then she smiles at the three of us and heads inside the tent. "Well, I bet you he can work in some mysterious ways." I said as I enter the tent.

*3rd Person POV*

As (y/n) was checking Liam out, Dean was feeling something in his chest, almost like something was burning. Then he realized...was he jealous? "Well, I bet you he can work in some mysterious ways." (Y/n) said, with a smile, as shs enters the tent. Dean scoffs then asked, quietly. "What does he got that I don't?" 

Sam looks at Dean and gives him a slightly confused look until he realized what Dean was grumbling about. He starts to laugh. "A-Are you jealous?" Sam asked Dean, quietly. Dean looks at his brother then said. "No." Then he heads into the tent after (y/n) while Sam chuckles at this.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The tent was full of people finding seats, and then there was a small stage at the front where a lecturn stood with candles on it. "Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over." Dean mutters as he looks up. Sam and I follow his gaze and see a security camera up in the corner. I start to take a seat but Sam puts an arm around me and starts moving me toward the front. "Come on." He said. "Don't! What are you doing? Let's sit here." I said as I point at the chair I was about to take.

"We're sitting up front." Sam told me. "What? Why?" Dean and I asked just as Sam starts moving me up the aisle. "Come on." He said and I rolled my eyes as Dean growls. "Oh, come on, Sam."

"You alright?" Sam asked me. "This is ridiculous." I grumbled as Sam points to three empty seats behind Liam and his mother. "Perfect." Sam said. "Yeah, perfect." Dean said, sarcastically. "You take the aisle." Sam said to me as he leads Dean into the two inner chairs and Dean helps me in my chair. Even though I should be annoyed that he keeps helping me like I'm helpless, a part of me likes that he's being this tentative.

On the stage, a blind man wearing sunglasses, Roy LeGrange I presumed, was helped to the lecturn by a woman. "Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" Roy said, gesturing towards the woman, and the crowd agrees with him. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act. But, I say to you, God is watching." Roy said.

"Yes he is." The crowd murmurs among each other. "God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt." Roy said and the crowd nods and cheers or murmur. "It is the Lord who does the healing here friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts." Roy said and the crowd continues to murmur.

"Yeah, and into their wallets." I whispered to the boys and Dean chuckles under his breath. "You think so, young lady?" Roy asked and I quickly look up just as the crowd immediately falls silent. I looked around at the crowd, nervously and embarrassed, before I speak. "Sorry."

"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." Roy said and the crowd laughs. "What's your name, darling?" Roy asked me. I hesitate for a moment then clear my throat before I reply. "(Y/n)."

"(Y/n)." Roy said as he nods to himself. "I want-I want you to come up here with me." He said and the crowd begins to clap while Roy's wife, Sue Ann, moves to center stage, smiling at me. "No, it's ok." I said, shaking my head. "What are you doing?!" Sam asked me in a whisper. "Being smart." Dean whispers back at him.

"You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?" Roy asked me and I hesitate again. "Well, yeah, but ahh..." I stammer but the crowd claps and makes encouraging noises. "... maybe you should just pick someone else." I said but I look to my side and see Sam is looking at me like I'm insane while the crowd claps loudly.

"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, (y/n), the Lord did." Roy said. "That's right! Yeah! Come on!" The crowd cheered and I look around at everyone. "Get up there!" Sam said to me, excitedly. I look at him then at Dean, hoping for some sort've answers. But all he did was shrug. I reluctantly rise to my feet and move toward the stage. Sue Ann moves to assist me and stands me next to Roy.

"You ready?" He asked me. "Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer." I admitted. "You will be, honey. You will be." Roy said, smiling, then he turns to the crowd. "Pray with me, friends." He said and the crowd lifts their arms up and joins hands with each other. Roy lifts his hands to the air, then places one of his hands on my shoulder, then the other on the side of my head. 

"Alright now. Alright now." I hear Roy mutter to himself and immediately I felt weak at the knees and my head felt heavy. I sink to my knees while Roy still had his hand on my head. "Alright, now." Roy whispers as I wobble and my eyes fall back in my head and I slip and fall to the stage floor. 

Then my eyes burst open and I began to gasp as I see Sam and Dean standing over me, both of them looked worried. The crowd were clapping like crazy as Dean had a hold of the front of my jacket, shaking me slightly. "Say Something!" Dean pleads.

I blink groggily and look up. Roy was also standing above me, hands out from his sides, palms up, looking happy. But beside, and slightly behind, Roy was a tall man in a black suit with white hair, very white skin and extremely wrinkled skin. He stares at me then turns away and vanishes while I watched him, shocked.

"So, you really feel okay?" Sam asked me as we sit in a room back at the hospital. We came back, the next day, to make sure that this healing stuff actually worked as I do feel better. I feel like my old self before I got electrocuted.

"I feel fine, Sam." I said as I couldn't shake off this feeling. I mean, I should be happy for feeling better but...why do I feel so wrong about it?

The door to the room opens, breaking me out of my thoughts, as I look up and see the doctor coming in, holding som paperwork. "Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a woman your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen." She said to me.

"What do you mean, strange?" I asked her. "Well, just yesterday, a young man like your boyfriend here, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack." She said, gesturing towards Dean then looks over at me and I nod back at her, not bothering to correct her that Dean wasn't my boyfriend. "Thanks, Doc." Dean said to her and she nods. "No problem." She said as she leaves the room.

"That's odd." I remarked. "Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, (nickname)." Sam said and I shake my head. "No, they don't." I replied as I go put my jacket back on. "Look, (y/n), 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 asked me. "Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why." I admitted, loudly 

"What feeling?" Dean asked me. "When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second...I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, guys, it was a spirit." I said. "But if there was something there, (y/n), I think I would've seen it, too. I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, I know psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Because I'm gonna tell ya, Sam, this is different than the visions you and I have experienced." I said to him.

Sam sighs while Dean nods slightly. "Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?" Sam asked me. "I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. Dean and I will go visit the reverend." I tell them and both boys nod at me.

That afternoon, Dean, Roy and I were sitting on the couch while Sue Ann was standing and filling up a glass. "I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened." I said to them. "A miracle is what happened. Well, miracles come so often around Roy." Sue Ann said.

"When did they start? The miracles." Dean asked Roy. "Woke up one morning, stone blind. Doctors figured out I had cancer. Told me I had maybe a month. 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 said as he takes off his sunglasses, revelaing that his eyes are white. 

"If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it." He said to us. "And suddenly you could heal people." I said, questionable. "I discovered it afterward, yes. God's blessed me in many ways." Roy said. "And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning." Sue Ann tells us.

"Can I ask you one last question?" I asked Roy. "Of course you can." He said. "Why? Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?" I asked him. "Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me. I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest." Roy replied. "What did you see in my heart?" I asked him. "A young lady with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished." Roy said and Dean and I look at each other, slightly surprised.

After a few moments, Dean and I were leaving Roy's house when we see Liam and his mother were waiting to go in. "(Y/n), hey." Liam greets, brightly. "Hey." I said. "How you feeling?" Liam asked. "I feel good. Cured, I guess." I said and he nods. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked Liam. "Oh, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend." Liam replied just as Sue Ann comes onto the porch.

"Liam?" She asked. "Yes, I'm here again." Liam said, softly, as he walks up to her. "Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting. He won't be seeing anyone else right now." Sue Ann said and Liam's mom's eyes widen at this. "Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time, he's got to see us." She said to Sue Ann. "Roy is well aware of Liam's situation. And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows. Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." Sue Ann said before she goes back inside.

Mrs. Rourke stares after her then turns to look at me and I could tell she was frustrated. "Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted." She spat at me. "Mom. Stop." Liam said to her as he places a hand on her shoulder. "No, Liam, this is too much. We've been to every single service. If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you. Strangers who don't even believe. I just can't pray any harder." Mrs Rourke said.

"Liam, what's wrong?" I asked him. "I have this thing..." Liam said, hesitantly. "It's a brain tumor. It's inoperable. In six months, the doctors say...." Mrs Rourke said until Liam puts a hand on his mother's shoulder, stopping her.

"I'm sorry." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, me too." He said and Liam nods. "It's okay." Liam said and his mother slowly turns her head and stares into her son's eyes. "No. It isn't." She said then she turns to me, anger washed over her face. "Why do you deserve to live more than my son?" She spat at me and this makes my heart shatter and even more guilty about this. "Now wait a damn minute..." Dean starts to argue but I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Dean, don't. It's okay." I said and Mrs Rourke scoffs then walks away.

Liam takes a deep shaky breath and follows her down the stairs. I turn and watch them go before I turn back and look at Roy's house.

Dean throws his keys on the bed as we enter the hotel room while I take off my jacket. "What'd you find out?" Dean asked Sam, who was at his laptop, while Dean takes off his jacket as well. "I'm sorry." Sam said, softly, as he looks up at us. "Sorry about what?" I asked.

"Marshall Hall died at 4:17." Sam replied and I stood there, stunned. "The exact time I was healed." I whispered. "Yeah. So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits. Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time." Sam said.

"Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "Somehow. LeGrange...he's trading a life for another." Sam said and I raised a hand up. "Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" I asked and Sam gives me an upset look. "(Y/n), the guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed." Sam said and I shake my head.

"You never should've brought me here." I said. "(Y/n), I was just trying to save your life." Sam said to me. "But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me." I said. "I didn't know." Sam exclaimed and I look at him. "I know...I know." I said, exasperated.

"The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?" Dean asked. "Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him." I said, shaking my head slightly. "What do you mean?" Sam asked, curiously. "The old man I saw on stage. I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew." I said.

"You knew what? What are you talking about?" Sam asked me with worry. "There's only one thing that can give and take life like that." I said and Sam looks at me, confused, while Dean had his eyes widen in shock. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Dean asked me and I nod. "What?" Sam asked and I look back at Sam.

"We're dealing with a reaper." I replied.