We got back to the motel to see Sam waiting for us, sitting at the table with his laptop. He glanced at us as we walked in. Dean threw his keys on the bed and began taking his jacket off while I leaned down and gazed at the computer screen with Sam. "What'd you find out?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry." Sam answered quietly as Dean looked over at us, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry about what?" He questioned.

"Marshall Hall. Died at 4:17." I announced.

"The exact same time I was healed." He clarified.

"Yeah. So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I crossed checked them with the local orbits. Every time someone was healed, the victim died of the same symptom. LeGrange was healing at the time." Sam explained.

"Someone's healed of cancer, someone dies of cancer?" Dean asked, sitting down and pushing himself out to let me sit on his lap.

"Somehow, LeGrange.... he's trading a life for another." Sam said, looking down at his lap.

"Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" He asked in disbelief.

"Dean. The guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would have been healed." I offer, looking slightly upset.

"You never should've brought me here." Dean snapped, lifting me up from his lap.

"Dean, we were just trying to save your life." I snap back.

"But Lottie, some guy is dead now because of me!" He raised his voice.

"You think I don't know that?!" I exclaim. I looked away, guilt crashing over me. "I feel bad enough dammit. But the thing I don't know, is how Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?"

"Oh, he's not doing it." Dean said softly, turning around to rummage through his bag. "Something else is doing it for him."

"What do you mean?"

"The old man I saw on the stage." Dean started to explain, lifting up John's journal. "I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down, I knew."

"You knew what? What are you talking about?" Sam inquired.

"There's only one thing that can give and take a life like that." I mutter, receiving a nod from Dean.

"We're dealing with a reaper." He stated.

~*****~

Sam, Dean, and I were sat at the table, scouring the internet and books for any information we could find. I cracked my neck a bit as I stared at the book I had, depicting different types of reapers. "You really think it's the Grim Reaper? Like, Angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?" Sam asked gently.

"No, no, no. Not 'The' Reaper. A reaper. There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by a hundred different names, it's possible that there's more than one of them." Dean explained, closing the journal. He looked up at us and started to shuffle through all the pages I had laid out.

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Sam stated as if that disproved his story.

Dean paused as I rolled my eyes. "Did you expect him to be wearing a long black robe and holding a scythe?" I ask, propping my hands atop my hips. "You said it yourself, the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why only Dean could see it." I theorized.

"Maybe." Sam replied.

"There's nothing else it could be, Sam. The question is, how is Roy controlling the damn thing?" Dean asked, running a hand through his hair.

I flipped over a tarot card and had a sudden realization. "Oh, I'm an idiot!" I yelped, slapping the side of my head. "That's where I saw it!"

"Well don't keep us in suspense." Dean stated sarcastically. I threw him a side ways glare.

"That cross." I say, holding up the card and showing them the picture. "The one on the table."

"What?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.

"Didn't you see it, Sam?" I ask, setting it down and pulling out my journal. "I noticed it in the church and sketched out a picture. Here, see?" I hum, plopping my journal on the table.

"A tarot?" Dean asked as he took the card from the table.

"It makes sense. A tarot dates back to the early Christian Era, right? When some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff? Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?"

"So, Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?" Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind." I state, crossing my arms over my bosom. "It's like putting a leash on a great white."

Dean rose from his chair and started pacing. "Okay, then. How do we stop it." He asked, stopping behind my chair and grasping my shoulders.

"How?" Sam questioned, looking up at his brother with a confused expression. I looked up at Dean and immediately caught onto his expression. I got up and whirled around on him.

"No." I exclaim. "A thousand times, no!"

"Lottie, the guys playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book." Dean pointed out, once again raising his voice at me.

"We do that, we're not better than he is." Sam said from besides me. Dean snapped his head over to us before he sighed out in defeat.

"Okay, we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any bright ideas, smart asses?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Simple." I start, leaning on Dean's shoulder. "We find that voodoo table and bust it up."

~*****~

The Impala bounced down the graveled road and we pulled up outside the church tent. "If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book." Sam mentioned as we exited the car.

"See if you guys can find it." Dean said, looking down at his watch. "Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I'll try and stall Roy."

The protester from earlier came towards us, holding out a leaflet. "Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's no healer."

"Amen brother." Dean commented, taking a leaflet from his hand. The protester had a look of shock on his face. I'm guessing business was bad.

"You keep up the good work, skippy." I say with a smirk.

"Thank you." The man blushed and smiled at me as we walked away in different directions. Dean headed towards the tent while Sam and I headed towards the house.

~****~

Sam and I were huddled on the corner of Roy's house, watching him walk down the steps with Sue Ann under his arm. Once they were out of sight, we nodded to each other and bolted up the steps, searching for a means to enter. I shifted my knife up into the window and and unlatched the lock. I smiled victoriously and slipped in. I leaned out the window and tossed a pebble at Sam. I searched along the book shelves and almost every room. I wanted to scream in frustration at the lack of info. The last door I tried had a locked door. I knelt down and pulled out my bobby pin and started to pick the lock. The door finally opened and I stepped inside, running my fingers over the spines of the many books lining the bookshelves. I noticed a slot of space that had a lack of dust covering it. I pulled out the book and began flipping through it.

"This is utter shit." I state, tossing it over my shoulder. I peered in where the book was and squinted. The office door reopened and I whirled around, holding my hands up. "Dammit Sam!" I yelp.

"You find anything?" He whispered. I nod and turn back to the shelves. I pulled out the small book, flipping through the pages. There were newspaper clippings. Religious outcasts. The man who died for Dean was an openly gay teacher and another was an abortion rights advocate. There was a picture of someone who wasn't dead yet. The protester from outside.

"We gotta help that idiot." I state, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the house. 

Sam nodded his head, pulling out his phone as we made our way outside. I heard a cry for help from outside, searching the parking lot. "Help!" The voice called out again. We ran in the direction of the shouts. We found him screaming for help, leaning against a car, looking in front of him in pure terror. "Help! Help me, please!"

"Where is he?" Sam yelled, looking around frantically. I grasped onto the protester and pushed him behind me. The outline of a man appeared and I tugged on the protester.

"Come on!" I yelp, helping him run with Sam and I. I looked back, seeing that outline keep advancing, and at a rapid pace. I pushed him harder. After a while, I pulled him to a stop, panting heavily. "David, I think it's okay." I huffed with Sam. David turned his head and sighed in relief, turning back around.

"No!" He suddenly yelled, knocking me away, his eyes frozen in fear. He fell to the floor, his skin turning deathly pale and his eyes glazing over.

"Dean! It didn't work! The reapers still coming!" Sam yelled into the receiver. I grabbed onto the protester and tried to free him from the reapers grasp. My heart shuddered, and it felt like my stomach turned tight. I tugged the protester away with a harsh shout. I rolled him away and felt a cold hand grasp onto my shoulder. My breath caught in my throat and my skin started getting cold, a cold sweat pouring down my face. I fell to my knees, gazing up at the reaper in horror as my world started to fuzz and get real cold. And then, it stopped. The reaper released me and I started choking on my breath. I fell to my side, feeling the warmth come back a little at a time. My world darkened.

~*****~

My eyes snapped open as I felt someone grasping my cheeks and their voice breaking out against my ear drums. I groaned and cracked open my eyes. Dean knelt down besides me, grasping my cheeks. Sam stood besides him, tears staining his cheeks. "Are you a friggin' idiot?!" Dean shouted as I gave him a cheeky smile.

"Maybe.... Let's get out here." I groan, sighing out when Dean slipped his arms underneath my body. My head lolled back as I passed out again.

I awoke again as we got back to the motel and got a very angry talking to by Sam and Dean. Afterwards, we started talking about the case. "So, Roy really believes." Sam mentioned as he sat down on his bed.

"I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing." Dean added. I stood up on shaky legs and went over to the fridge, wanting a beer to settle the nerves.

"Well, Lottie found this." Sam mentioned, pulling out the little book. "It was hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper." Sam explained.

"Must be one hell of a spell."

"Yeah. You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preachers wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil." Sam said, disgusted evident in his tone.

"Desperate." I say gently. "Her husband was dying, she didn't have anything to save him. She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy."

"Cheating death, literally." Sam said with a scoff.

"Yeah, but Roy's alive. So why is she still using the spell?" Dean asked.

"Right. To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral." Sam explained, thinking back to the religious outcasts.

"When that spells broken though, she's going to have one pissed off reaper on her hands." I say dryly. "How do we go about breaking this spell?"

"You know, Sue Ann had a coptic cross like this. When she dropped it, the reaper backed off." Dean pointed out.

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

"Maybe both. Whatever we do, we better do it soon. Roy's healing Leyla tonight." Dean warned, letting me shrug on my jacket before grabbing his.

~*****~

The Impala pulled to a stop outside the church tent. I sighed in regret as I spotted Leyla's car. "That's Leyla's car. She's already here." Sam started.

"Yeah." Dean sighed.

"Dean..." I started, sighing gently.

"You know, if Roy woulda picked Leyla instead of me, she'd be healed right now. And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a couple of months." Dean said through clenched teeth.

"What's happening to her is horrible, I get it, Dean. But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself. You can't play God." I snapped.

We all got out of the car. Roy is speaking to a small group of faithfuls, including Leyla and her mother. "Where's Sue Ann?" Dean questioned as I gazed around.

"Most likely at the house, probably not wanting to give herself away again." I said gently, starting towards the house.

"Go find Sue Ann, I'll catch up." Dean told us. I cocked my head at him as he ran off, yelling at some cops. I chuckled and shook my head.

"What are you gonna?...." Sam trailed off, chuckling at me as I swaggered off, throwing my arms up and folding them behind my head. "I'll check the house. Try and see if you can find her on the property somewhere." Sam suggested. I nodded and sent him a cocky salute.

I kept wandering, whistling softly as I nearly slipped each time on the squishy mud. "You there! Stop!" I hear people shout. I whirl around and hold my hands up, a cocky smirk on my lips.

"Now, now boys. There's no reason to get all riled up." I try to reason, rolling my eyes when they start advancing. "Now you men are just rude." I state as one of them wraps his arms around my upper torso, propelling me upwards. I fling my leg up, knocking the other cop unconscious with my steel toed boots. I land heavily on my feet as he brings me down, trying to put all his weight onto me. I swing my head back, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. Dean ran around the corner as I curb stomped the first cop who held up a tazer, threatening to shoot.

He gazed at me wide eyed as I let out a huff and straightened my jacket. "You're so hot, I hope you know that." Dean commented, a boyish smile slipping onto his lips.

"Yeah, but you should keep saying it though." Dean laughs a little. He stopped laughing after a second and his eyes re-widened. I turned around, looking at the outline approaching. I inhaled sharply and backed up and into Dean, both of us falling backwards as a hand clamped down onto my forehead.My heart shuttered again as I gazed up at the pale man before me. The warmth started leaving me again, save for the hot sweat starting slipping down my head and body. My heart started to slow down, and my world started to distort as I stared into his dark, sunken eyes. He pulled his hand away just as my heart slowed to an almost complete stop. I fell back, staring up into the sky, but not really seeing. I heard his shouting after a few seconds, and my vision came back. His eyes were filled with anguish as the tears slipped down his face. He gripped my cheek tightly and kept my head up.

"I got you, I got you, baby." He muttered quickly, making sure I could breath. I lifted my hand weakly and palmed my forehead softly. My hand felt cold as the blood started pumping through me. "You're fine. You're fine..." He kept repeating, mostly for himself, but his tone suggested something that frightened me. I knew my heart had stopped, I was gone. A good few minutes, I knew my heart hadn't moved. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers over his hand for a little, so he didn't think I passed out. But, unfortunately, I did.

~*****~

"Dean, I told you." I groan after the hundredth time he's woken me up that night just to make sure I hadn't died.

"You're heart stopped, Lottie. I felt it." He snapped, getting up to pace the room. Sam slept on the bed besides me. "You're not okay."

I sighed out and wiped my hands down my face. I got up and went for the door. "I'm gonna go grab a drink. You want one?"

"No, Lottie. I want you to stop and talk to me." He urged.

"What do you want me to say, Dean?" I snapped, wary of Sam. "My heart stopped, big whoop. I'm alive, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, Dean. I just want to forget about it, okay?" He sighed out, his chest heaving with it. "Drink or no?"

"I'll come with you." He grumbled, grabbing his jacket. I rolled my eyes and opened the door, stepping out into the chilly night. I shivered lightly and let Dean wrap his arm around my shoulders. I was thankful for the warmth.

"Dean." I start, looking up at him as we get out sodas. He grunts, popping open his soda and taking a long drink. "Thank you." He raises an eyebrow for a second. "For caring. I appreciate it. But honestly, I'm okay."

"Well, Lottie, I'm not gonna not care. You're my best friend." He states, leaning against the machine.

"Who you've seen completely nude, kiss, and receive favors from?" I quip, smirking mischievously.

"You're one hell of a woman." He states, giving me another one of those All American smiles.

"Sweet talker. Let's get back inside, I'm freezing my ass off out here." I state, leaving him by the machine. I yelped loudly as he smacks my butt. "Dean!"

"Nope, still there!" He exclaims. I start slapping at his arm as we enter the motel room.