Dean pulled the Impala up into the driveway of the abandoned house. A case we had worked led us to believe a Rawhead had holed up inside. We all exited the car and gathered at the trunk for supplies. Dean took out three tasers and handed one to each of us.

"What do you got these amped up to?" Sam asked.

"A hundred thousand volts."

"God, damn!" I exclaim, looking down at the tazer.

"Yeah, I want this rawhead extra freakin' crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." Dean mentioned as he slammed the trunk closed. The boys ran ahead and into the house as I trailed behind, a weird feeling settling in my stomach.

After searching downstairs, we decided to check upstairs, but just as we made our way to the stairs, a scuffling sound echoed out from the basement door. "Hey, guys." I whisper, gesturing to the door. We all gathered by the door.

"Open it then." Dean hissed and I raised an eyebrow as Sam shot back.

"You open it."

"Oh my god, guys." I groan, dropping my flash light for a split second before reaching forward and grasping the door knob. I shoved Dean to go first. The took the corner into the basement and searched around a bit when a dull thud came from the wardrobe. All our eyes snapped towards it and we shared a look. Sam and Dean moved to the side of it as I grabbed onto the handles. "On three. One. Two. Three." I whispered softly, yanking it open. Two children sat inside, terrified. I crouched down to them.

"Is it still here?" I ask quietly. They both nod, unable to speak. I helped the little boy up. "Grab your sisters hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go, let's go." I urge softly. I held the little boys hand as he held his sisters and started to lead when out. I looked backwards and Dean let out a surprised yelp as he got tugged backwards. I urged the kids to move faster and got them secure outside and in the Impala. I raced back in and heard Dean yell. I felt the air shift and I knew something bad was about to happen. I raced down stairs, stopping at the last step as Dean tazed the rawhead that held onto him. "Dean!" I scream, feeling my heart stutter before racing wildly. The rawhead flew back, dying immediately. Dean dropped, his eyes closed. Tears began to ooze from my eyes as I slid on my knees to cradle him. "Dean, Dean, come on. Please, wake up. Dean!" I coo gently, shaking him. I pulled him onto my lap and started to sob. Sam rushed over to us, eyes widening as I look up at him.

"Sam, he's- he's not waking up!" I manage, growing frantic. Sam knelt down besides me and pressed his fingers against Dean's neck, sighing in relief.

"He's alive, but barely. Come on, we need to get him to a hospital." Sam said softly, trying to lift Dean up. "Carlotta! Come on!" Sam shouted, making me jump into action. I helped him lift Dean and followed him out, having a mild panic attack.

~*****~

Sam and I sat in the waiting room at the hospital for hours after we brought Dean here. I had my head buried into Sam's shoulder, still shaking with sobs. Sam had his arm wrapped around me, rubbing my back and reassuring me everything would be okay. We looked up as the doctor came out, staring directly at us. We sprung to our feet, hoping for good news. "The electrocution triggered a heart attack." The doctor started, my hands immediately flying upwards to cover my lips as I tried to contain the sobs. "I'm afraid his heart is damaged.

Tears began to fall again as I shoved passed him, going into Dean's room. He looked at me as I entered. He was pale, and his eyes showed his pain. I pushed back another sob as I took a seat by his bed, swallowing that dry lump in my throat. "You actually ever watch daytime TV?" Dean asked in a gritty voice as Sam entered. "It's terrible."

Sam let out a sigh. "I talked to your doctor." He whispered.

"That fabric softener teddy bear." Dean said, ignoring him completely. "I'd put that little bitch down."

"Dean."

"Yeah..." Dean started, turning off the TV. "Welp, looks like you're gonna leave town without me."

"What are you talking about? We're not leaving you here." Sam argued softly.

"You better take care of that car. And Lottie." Dean warned. "Or I swear I'll haunt your ass."

"That's not funny." I snap, gripping the fabric of my shirt as I shook.

We all remained silent for a moment, my tears now dripping onto my skin. "Look, what can I say?" Dean breaks it. "It's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it. End of story."

"Don't talk like that, alright?" Sam says. "We still have options."

"What options." Dean asks. "Burial? Cremation? Well, it's not easy. But I'm going to die. And you can't stop it."

"Watch me." I snap, standing up and storming out, furiously wiping away tears from my eyes. Sam and I sat in the Impala afterwards, soaking in the silence. He looked over at me and sighed slightly, letting me curl up besides him and cry if I wanted to. Sam tried to reassure me that everything would be okay, but it sounded like it was mostly for himself.

~*****~

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He'll help."

"Hey... John. It's Lottie. Uhm..." I start, clearing my throat. "It's Dean. He's sick... and uhm. The doctor says there's nothing he can do..." I continue, sniffling a little before hiccuping as I try to keep my emotions in check. "Uhm, but, uh, they don't know things we do, right? So, don't worry, cause Sam and I will do whatever it takes to get him back... Alright.... Just wanted you to know." I ended the call as Sam took a seat besides me on his laptop, swallowing hard as I tried to hold back the tears again. I threw the phone down besides me and leaned forward, cupping my face in my hands. The door rattled slightly as someone knocked. I looked over at Sam in confusion and got up to answer it. I opened it up and yelped in shock.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hear Sam say from behind me.

"Checked myself out." Dean admitted, his tone shaky.

"Are you crazy?!" I snapped, helping him sit down.

"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." Dean quips, chuckling when I stomped my foot in aggravation.

"You know this whole, 'I laugh in the face of death' thing?" I snap. He turned his head to me. "It's crap. I can see right through it."

"Yeah, whatever, dude." Dean says, continuing into the room. "Have you two even slept? You look worse than me."

"We've been scouring the internet for the passed three days." Sam admitted. "Calling every contact in Dad's journal."

"For what?"

"For a way to help you, stupid!" I basically shout. "One of John's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."

"You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" Dean questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Dean just stared at us. "We're not gonna let you die, period." I state, sitting down besides Sam. We helped Dean settle for bed, then settling ourselves. I stared at the ceiling for about an hour after Sam and Dean went to sleep. I couldn't get it out of my mind. 'What if this faith healer was a bunch of bull? What if we can't get Dean the help he needs.' Tears started to well up in my eyes as I started to panic. There were so many things I wanted Dean to know before our times were up. So many things that he may not have time for anymore. I sat up quickly, rubbing at my eyes as tears start to slip down my cheeks. I started to sniffle quietly, hoping I wouldn't wake either of the guys. I got up from the bed and went to the window, crossing my arms over my chest and staring out at the clouds gathering. The thunder boomed and the lightning illuminated the room for a split second.

"Lottie?" A soft voice calls out, breaking me from my concentration on the thunder. I turn around, looking at Dean. He tried to sit up slightly, and bore a pained expression on his face. I rushed back over to him, helping him lay back down.

"Don't get up. You need your rest." I whisper, feeling the tears come back full force. I laid back down besides him, sighing heavily. Dean smiled up at me, turning his head slightly to gaze at me. I leaned down, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment. "You don't know what you do to me..." I mutter, leaning my forehead against his. "You mean more to me than you know." I settle back down, placing a hand on his chest and closing my eyes, dozing off almost immediately.

~*****~

The next day, the rain had washed over everywhere in Nebraska. Mud and muck covered the dirt roads, and the sky remained gray and dull. We had reached our destination, and a large white tent stood in the distance. Injured men and women traveled towards it, limping, being pushed in a wheelchair, or just plain carried. We parked close and got out, Sam and I immediately going to help Dean out. He swatted us away. "I got it!" He snapped, pushing Sam away. "Man, you guys are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor!"

"I said a specialist." I snapped, grabbing onto his sleeve and wrapping an arm around his waist. He swung his arm out and wrapped it around my shoulders, grumbling angrily. "Look Dean, this guy is supposed to be the real deal."

He sighed out. "I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent." A woman passed us by, telling us what a great man the specialist is. "Yeah, that's nice." Dean snapped.

"I have a right to protest, this man is a fraud!" Some man ranted to a police officer. "He's billing these people out of all their hard earned money."

"Sir, this is a place of worship." The cop retorted. "Let's go, move it."

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

"Well, when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam said to us.

"Oh, come on, Sam, a faith healer?" Dean snapped.

"Maybe it's time to have a little faith." I retort, sighing out lightly. "And you know I'm not one for praying."

"You know what I got faith in?" He asked me. "Reality. Knowing what's really goin' on."

"How can you be a skeptic?" I ask, amusement on my face. "With the crap we see everyday."

"Exactly, we see it!" Dean snaps. "We know they're real!"

"But if you know evils out there, then how come you don't believe good is out there?" I retort.

"Cause I've seen what Evil does to people."

"God works in mysterious ways." A woman says beside us, turning to look at us.

Dean turned on the charm to ten, making me scowl and pinch his backside. "Maybe he does. Like how you turned me around on the subject."

"Yeah, I'm sure." She says gently.

"I'm Dean. This is my brother Sam, and our friend Carlotta." Dean introduces us. I issue another pinch.

"Leyla." She says gently. "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"

"Well, apparently these two believe enough for all of us." Dean says, making me close my eyes for a brief second, thinking about kicking his ass before he can get healed.

"Come on, Leyla. It's about to start." A woman says, smiling at her. I assume she's her mother.

"Well, I bet you could work in some mysterious ways." Dean says, biting his lip for a second. I glared at him, burning holes into his face. He flinched and regained a little bit of color, rubbing the back of his head with a cough. We all filed in and found a seat. Dean wanted to sit in the back, but Sam and I weren't hearing it. So here we were, plopping in the front. The reverend came out, and he started to speak.

"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" Roy asked and the crowd shouted words of agreement. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." As he speaks, and I catch sight of a wooden cross on a table that's topped with a smaller cross in the circle. It reminded me of something I couldn't name off the tip of my tongue. "But, I say to you, God is watching!" Roy continues, making me jump. The crowd shouts some more. "God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt. 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 peoples hearts."

"Yeah, and into their wallets." Dean mutters to me. I smack his arm lightly, glaring at him.

"You think so, young man?" Roy asks, and I fight to giggle. Dean's cheeks regain some color. His eyes widened a fraction.

"Sorry." He says after a minute.

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

He cleared his throat after a second. "Dean."

"Dean." Roy tested it out, and then nodded to himself. "I want- I want you to come up here with me." Roy asks.

Everyone began to clap. A large smile spread on my lips as I patted his leg excitedly. "No, it's okay." Dean tries, but I lean towards him.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I snap, slipping his hand into mine.

"You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" Roy questioned.

"Well, yeah, but uh, maybe you should just pick someone else." Dean says gently.

"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean. The lord did." Roy mentioned, Dean continued to shake his head. I stood up, pulling Dean upwards and scolded him when he tried to refuse. Other people giggled as I led him up to the stage. I let him get onto the stage and stand besides Roy as I stayed on the ground.

"You ready?" Roy asked. I glanced back at Sam to see him grinning widely. Dean looked at me and I saw the hesitance in his eyes. He knew he had to try, but he was scared. "Pray with me friends." I gazed up at them as Roy placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, moving it up to his head. Dean turned a little pale and began to sink to the ground, seemingly glued to Roy's hand. After a second, Dean fell. I leaped forward and grabbed onto his jacket, tugging him forward. I slapped at his cheeks, urging him to wake up.

"Dean?" I ask softly, holding his cheek as Sam ran up to the stage with us. I looked over at stared at a faint outline of a man behind the reverend. It felt.... ominous. "Say something!" I snapped again. He let out a sharp breath as his eyes popped open. I helped him sit up and crawled onto the stage, grasping his face in my hands. His eyes were wide and his breathing was erratic. He kept looking to where the outline was. And I could tell it spooked him.