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SEASON 01, EPISODE 12, PART 2

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Since Dean was weak and wanted to lay down, Delaney got to sit in the front seat while Sam drove. She abused the privilege while she could because she knew it would be a long time before it happened again.

Delaney looked around the place Sam had just pulled into. It was on muddy land, there were dozens of cars parked around the lot and there was a gigantic, white tent at one end of the lot. There was a sign on the tent that read THE CHURCH OF ROY LEGRANGE - FAITH HEALER. She got out of the car with Sam and helped him get Dean out of the car.

"I got it," Dean shoved their hands away from him and leaned against the side of the Impala. "You're a lying bastard, Sam. I thought you said we were going to see a doctor."

"Well, technically, Sam never mentioned a doctor. Just a specialist," Delaney defended Sam, who gave her a grateful smile that at least one of his siblings listened to him.

Sam turned and lead the way over to the white tent that everyone else was walking in to. "This guy is supposed to be the real deal."

Dean slowly made his way along the muddy land. His hands were stuffed deep into his coat pockets and he stared up at the tent like he wanted to set it on fire. "I can't believe you brought me to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."

"Reverend LeGrange is a great man," an older woman informed Dean as she walked by.

Dean rolled his eyes at the older woman and continued to make his way towards the tent. He seemed to perk up a little when they passed by a man who seemed to share the same thoughts as Dean. He argued with the sheriff that he had a right to protest a man who was a freud and was stealing their hard earned money.

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

"Well, when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy," Delaney piped in and entered the tent followed by her brothers.

"Come on, Delaney. A faith healer?"

Sam shrugged and it was obvious he was not backing down from this one anytime soon. "Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean."

"You know what I got faith in?" Dean snapped and moved the three of them to the side so people could still make their way into the tent and sit down. "Reality - knowing what's really going on."

Sam scoffed and shook his head. "How can you be a skeptic, with the things the three of us see everyday?"

"Exactly!" Dean exclaimed and ignored the glares he was getting from the people around them that he was being too loud. "We see them. We know they're real."

"If you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there?" Delaney questioned her brother. Why couldn't he just not be stubborn for once in his life? Her and Sam were just trying to help keep him alive. Even this whole thing wasn't real, couldn't he just play along to help make Sam and Delaney feel better?

Dean sighed and he seemed to deflate a little. "I've seen what evil does to good people."

"Maybe God works in mysterious ways," a woman cut in. She stood in front of the Winchesters and gave them a small smile.

Dean, of course, couldn't help but rake his eyes over her form before grinning at her. "I bet her does. You know, I think you just turned me around on the subject."

The woman chuckled and shook out her umbrella that was slightly wet from the drizzle outside. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"I'm Dean. These are my siblings Delaney and Sam."

"Layla," Layla introduced, the warm smile still plastered on her face. "So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"

"Apparently, my siblings believe enough for the three of us," Dean remarked.

Another woman that looked similar to Layla walked over to her. "Come on, Layla. It's about to start."

Dean watched Layla be whisked away to a seat near the front of the tent and he turned back to his siblings. "I bet she can work in mysterious ways." He went to sit in a seat by the back, but Sam and Delaney quickly took his arm and started to pull him closer.

They didn't get far because Dean got out of their grips. "Let's just sit here."

"We're sitting up front," Sam said and left no room for argument.

"Are you okay?" Delaney asked Dean as she followed after them to the front.

"This is ridiculous," Dean complained as Sam continued to push him. "I'm good. Dude, get off me."

Sam immediately retracted his hands and let Dean walk on his own to wherever they were going to sit. He sat in the row behind Layla and had Dean sat on the end seat, Delaney in between them.

As the three got settled in their seats - Dean quietly mumbling to himself sourly - an older man got up on the stage and stood behind the podium. He had thick, dark glasses on which meant he was blind. The man's wife helped him remove his suit jacket and took a step to the side so he could begin his sermon.

"Each morning my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" Everyone around the room agreed with him, of course. Some looked a little upset by it also. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act. I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good, and he punishes the corrupt."

The crowd around them cheered and hollered their opinions. Reverend LeGrange let the crowd speak their minds for a minute before he continued. "It is a 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."

"Or into their wallets," Dean mumbled and Delaney slapped him on the arm. He gave her a what look.

"You think so, young man?" Reverend LeGrange asked, his head turned in the general direction of where the three Winchesters sat.

Dean's face turned a tinge of red in embarrassment and slouched a little in his seat. "Sorry."

"No, no don't be," Reverend assured Dean, a gentle smile on his face. Delaney wondered how many people like Dean he's had to deal with throughout the years. After a while it had to get tiring. "Just watch what you say around a blind man. We got real sharp ears."

The crowd around laughed at Reverend's joke, but that only made the red in Dean's face darken slightly more.

"What's your name, son?"

Dean cleared his throat, obviously feeling a little awkward that he had been called out. It didn't happen often, so of course he didn't know how to react. "Dean."

"Dean," Reverend repeated and stepped to the side of his podium. "I want you to come up here with me."

The crowd around them cheered, excited someone was about to be cured right in front of them. Delaney and Sam both turned to Dean with a grin. Maybe Sam's plan would actually work and they could save Dean's life.

"No, it's okay," Dean refused politely.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked and Delaney held him back from punching Dean in the side of the head for going against the reason they had come here in the first place.

Reverend seemed surprised for a second, but he quickly recomposed himself. "Y-you've come here to be healed, haven't you?"

"Well... yeah, but... " Dean was cut off as the crowd around them cheered and clapped for Dean to go up to the reverend and get healed. "Pick someone else who deserves it."

"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean," Reverend LeGrange responded over the claps that were still going around the room. The Lord did."

Delaney gripped onto Dean's sleeve, making him look down at his baby sister. "Dean, please go up there. For me. If you love me, you'll go up there."

Dean sighed and removed Delaney's fingers from his jacket before he shakily got up and made his way over to Reverend LeGrange. Sam and Delaney gave each other a high five and watched as Dean awkwardly stood on the stage. The two exchanged a few quiet words with each other. Dean seemed to still be fighting against the whole thing, but it was clear Reverend LeGrange wanted to help Dean out.

"Pray with me, friends," Reverend LeGrange announced to the crowd in front of him and Dean. He raised both of his hands into the air, one he placed on Dean's forehead and the other he kept raised in the air. The crowd either held hands with the person next to them or clutched onto a set of rosary beads they had in their hands. Sam and Delaney held each other's hands tightly, both hoping this didn't backfire on them. "Alright, now."

Delaney gripped Sam's hands tighter when Dean fell down to his knees. "Oh my God," she whispered and tried to fight off the anxiety that was fighting its way through. He looked a little loopy and Delaney wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Sam...?"

"I don't know either," He whispered back to her, not once taking his eyes off his brother.

Delaney gasped when Dean collapsed to the floor as the people around them shouted hallelujahs and amens. She pushed out of her seat with Sam hot on her heels and she dropped to the ground in front of Dean. "Dean, hey!"

Dean sucked in a big breath as he shot up into a sitting position.

"Say something!" Sam exclaimed as he checked his brother over.

Delaney felt Dean tense and she looked to where he was looking, but she saw the reverend and his wife. Nothing else that could have made him tense like that. She shook it off though because he was probably just freaked out that the whole healing thing had worked.

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Delaney, Sam and Dean sat in the examination room of the nearest doctor to where they were. Sam wanted to double check that Dean was actually okay. On the drive there, Dean had been quieter than what was normal. He only answered if one of them asked if he was okay. Sam seemed to ask him every five minutes which usually would bug Dean, but he just kept monotonously telling Sam he was fine - a distant look on his face.

"You sure you're okay?" Delaney questioned Dean and he just silently nodded.

"Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart," the doctor explained as she walked into the room. She closed up Dean's file and placed it on the table next to her. "Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but uh... still it's strange - it does happen."

"What do you mean strange?" Dean asked.

The doctor sighed and crossed her arms. "Just yesterday a young guy like - 27, athletic - out of nowhere had a heart attack."

Dean pursed his lips, clearly not happy with the response he just got. He thanked her politely and she exited the room. "That's odd."

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

"No, they don't," Dean argued and slid off the examination table.

Sam huffed and chuckled humorlessly. "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?"

"Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why," Dean snapped.

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows at Dean. "What? What feeling?"

Dean turned away from his siblings to get all his stuff together so they could leave the doctor's office. "When I was healed, I just - I felt... wrong. I felt cold, and for a second, I saw someone - this old man. I'm telling you, guys, it was a spirit."

Delaney and Sam exchanged a look with each other. A spirit? Old man? The only old man Delaney had seen on that stage was the reverend. Dean was definitely seeing things. "Dean, don't you think if there was something there, Sammy and I would have seen it? I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately."

Dean turned around to face his siblings and pulled a mocking sympathetic look. "Oh I'm sorry, Psychic Wonder. You're just gonna need a little faith on this one."

"You mean like the faith you had in us when we took you here?" Delaney remarked, annoyed with Dean's mocking nickname and attitude.

"Look, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this."

Sam sighed and Delaney was shocked for a second that Sam was actually playing along with Dean. "Okay, fine. What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you go check out the heart attack guy? I'm going to visit the reverend."

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Sam had dropped Dean off at the reverend's house and off to where the last place the athlete was seen. Delaney sat in the seat next to him unusually quiet. Usually she would chat off Sam's ear since the two of them never got to hang out just the two of them. Not since she had gone to college or since they had been looking for John at least. "Kiddo, what's wrong?"

Delaney fidgeted with her fingers as she stared down at them. Ever since Dean got electrocuted and then actually got him to be healed, it just caused way too many emotions inside of her. Then when Dean started to insist something was going on and he saw some mysterious old guy, it just made everything more crazy. "Do you think he actually something, Sam?"

Sam was quiet for a long moment as he debated his answer. Dean typically never was crazy or thought something was wrong when it wasn't. "I honestly don't know, Delly. He could be onto something and even if he isn't and this is just a goose chase, I want to appease him. You know how he gets if someone goes against what he says. He's stubborn."

"I'm just worried about him, you know? He seemed really freaked out," Delaney squeaked and she noticed Sam eyeing her. She rolled her eyes and leaned back against her seat. "I'm not going to have another panic attack, Sam. This is why I didn't want to tell you or Dean."

"I'm just worried okay? What if you were to get one when we were on a hunt? If neither one of us knew what was going on, do you have any idea how scared we would be?"

Delaney leaned her head against the window and sighed. Leave it to Sam to make her feel guilty and realize she was wrong. She hated when he did that.

Sam eventually pulled in front of the building and they both got out to search for the employee that had found the athlete passed out. Sam forged some story to the receptionist about them being family members and she pointed them in the direction of the employee they were looking for.

After Delaney explained who they were, the employee motioned for them to follow him while he did his rounds around the gym and pool area. "He seemed healthy - swam every day, didn't smoke - so a heart attack just kind of seemed bizarre."

"You said he was running right before he collapsed?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah, he was freaking out - said that something was, uh, after him," the employee explained as the three leaned against the gate that lead to the pool area. "There wasn't anything there. Just thin air."

Sam sighed as this had gone absolutely nowhere. He lead Delaney back over to the stairs and froze when he noticed the time. "Hey, dude, your clock's busted."

The employee walked over to the siblings and looked over at the clock, nodding. "Oh yeah. We can't get it working. Just froze at 4:17."

Delaney exchanged an uneasy look with Sam. Okay, maybe this was turning out to be something. "Was that the time Marshall died?"

"How'd you know?"

Okay, something was definitely going on here. Damn, now Delaney really owed Dean an apology for thinking he was crazy.

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Delaney sat in the chair next to Sam, her head resting on his shoulder as he typed away at his laptop. She had been trying so hard to not fall asleep since they got back. She hadn't been plagued by the nightmares in a few days, but she was still scared they would jump back up at her. Plus, Delaney wanted to help Sam as much as possible. Dean was still out and hadn't returned yet, so someone needed to be here and help Sam find whatever they could.

"Delly, seriously just go take a nap," Sam insisted for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"No, no I'm okay," Delaney assured him but the yawn that escaped not even two seconds later kind of contradicted that. She ignored the look he gave her and just looked back at the laptop.

Dean walked in a few minutes later and tossed his jacket and keys on the bed. He looked a little uncomfortable and like he was stuck inside his own head. "What did you find out?"

Sam nudged Delaney's off his shoulder, silently telling her to speak up. "I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows at his sister. "Why? What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Delaney groaned and sat up properly in her chair. "Marshall Hall... died at 4:17."

Dean stared at his siblings as he waited for one of them to tell him they were kidding. When neither one of them said anything, he sighed. "The exact time I was healed."

"Yeah," Sam replied and gestured to the papers that surrounded the laptop. "We put together a list of everyone who Roy has healed - six people over the last year - and I cross-checked them with the local obits."

"Every time someone was healed, someone else died," Delaney added. "Each time the victim died of the same symptom Le Grange was healing at the time."

Dean lowered himself into the seat across from his siblings, realization dawning on his face. "Someone is healed of cancer, someone dies of cancer?"

"Somehow Le Grange is trading a life for another," Delaney elaborated solemnly.

"Wait, wait, wait - so... Marshall Hall died to save me?"

Delaney felt her heart break at the sight of Dean's face. He looked like a broken puppy. Someone had died just so he could live. That wouldn't sit right with anyone.

"Dean..." Sam trailed off as he tried to form his words properly, but there was only one way he could actually say it. "The guy probably would have died anyway and someone else would have been healed."

Dean shook his head and stood up. "You never should have brought me here."

"Dean, we were just trying to save your life," Delaney defended, feeling her heart break even more that Dean was now not happy with either one of them and that he had to live with the fact some guy died so he could still be here with his siblings.

Dean stopped halfway across the room and turned to face his siblings. "Delaney, some guys is dead now because of me."

"I didn't know," Sam whispered, looking up at Dean with a saddened expression.

"The thing I don't understand though, is how is Roy doing it? How is he trading a life for a life?" Delaney questioned. There was no way he could be doing this without at least some form of supernatural help right? It's just... what could it be?

Dean shook his head and walked back over to the table. "Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him."

"What do you mean?" Sam inquired.

"The old man I saw onstage. I didn't want to believe it, but deep down I knew it."

Delaney gestured for her brother to go on. "Explain please."

Dean leaned his hands on the table the two younger Winchesters still sat in. Both of them looking equally confused. "There's only one thing that can give and take life like that. We're dealing with a Reaper."

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The next day, the three Winchesters went to the library and printed out some information on the Reaper and took it back to the motel so they could do more research on Sam's laptop instead of the library's.

Delaney sat at the table once again with her brothers as she skimmed over the information they had already printed at the library. "So... you really think it's the Grim Reaper - like Angel of Death, collect your soul, the whole deal?"

Dean seemed impressed for a second that she had known the history of the Grim Reaper. However, he shook his head as he relaxed in his seat while Sam continued to type away at his laptop. "No, no, not the Reaper - a Reaper. There's Reaper lore in every culture on Earth, they go by a hundred different names. It's possible that there's more than one."

"You said you saw a dude in a suit," Sam noted, scratching the side of his head.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, seemingly challenging his little brother. "You think he should've been working the black-robe thing? You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right?" Dean grabbed one of the papers Delaney was looking at and held it up for Sam to see. "Reapers stop time. You can only see them when they're coming at you, which is why I could see it and you guys couldn't."

"Maybe," Sam amended and glanced back at his laptop.

"There's nothing else it could be, Sam," Dean argued and Delaney merely rolled her eyes, deciding to stay out of this one. "The question is, how is Roy controlling the damn thing?"

Delaney froze as something dawned on her. On the stage, there was a cross to the left. It made the most sense if this thing really was in a dozen different cultures, some of those cultures being extremely religious. "The cross in the church tent."

Dean and Sam both looked at her oddly. Delaney grabbed their dad's journal from next to Sam and scrambled through the book, looking for where she had seen the cross before. Her and the boys had gone through this thing a million times and she couldn't believe she didn't make the connection before. Delaney pulled out a tarot card and handed it to Dean.

"A tarot card?"

"It makes sense," Sam said as he leaned forward to examine the card also. "Tarot dates back to the early Christian era, when some priests were using magic and a few veered into the dark stuff - necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it."

"So Roy is using black magic to bind the Reaper?"

Delaney placed her chin in her hand with a sigh. When did this become so complicated? "If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a Great White I would assume."

Dean slammed his coffee mug against the table as he got up and placed it in the sink. He leaned against the sink as he took a moment to process everything. "Okay, then we stop Roy."

"How?" Sam questioned.

"You know how," Dean replied and looked deadly serious about it.

Delaney turned in her chair to face Dean. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? "Dean, we can't kill Roy."

"Delaney, the guy is playing God - deciding who lives and dies. That's a monster in my book."

Delaney shook his head with a scoff. "No way. We're not going to kill a human being. We do that, we're not better than he is."

Dean sighed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Okay, so we can't kill Roy, we can't kill Death. Any bright ideas, college girl?"

Delaney chose to ignore Dean's comment and chewed on her lip as she tried to think of a solution. "Okay, uh... if Roy is using some kind of black spell on the Reaper, we would have to figure out what it is and how to break it, right?"

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A few hours later, the three siblings found themselves back at the tent. They exited the car and began to make their way over to the tent.

"If Roy is using a spell, there might be a spell book," Sam explained as they walked.

"See if you can find it," Dean ordered and checked his watch. "Hurry up, too. Service starts in fifteen minutes. I'll try to stall Roy."

"Roy Le Grange is freud. He's no healer," the same guy who was protesting the first day they got here said and handed each of the siblings a pamphlet.

Sam grinned and held up the pamphlet. "Keep up the good work, pal. Del, are you going with Dean or me?"

"I'll go with Dean for this one," Delaney replied. "Good luck finding that book."

Delaney followed Dean around the tent. Roy had just made it to the podium and she wasn't sure how her or Dean were going to stall Roy long enough to get him to not heal anyone. Her cell phone rang and she instantly picked up. "Sam, what do you have?"

"Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral, and I think I know who's next on his list. Remember that protester?"

"The guy in the parking lot?" Delaney mumbled as she glanced outside to the guy who was still yelling at people who came in not to trust Roy. Boy, if only this guy knew the half of it.

"I will find him. You and Dean can't let Roy heal anyone okay?"

Delaney hung up with Sam and looked up at Dean who was looking at her expectantly. "The protester is next. You can't let Roy heal anyone, Dean. What do we do?"

As if on cue, Roy began his sermon calling upon Layla to go up to him. Delaney heard Dean curse next to her as Layla went to pass them. Dean grabbed her arm to stop her from going up there, though it seemed like it pained him to do so. She wondered what was wrong with her. "Laya, you can't go up there."

Layla tilted her head in confusion. "Why not? We've waited for months."

"You can't let Roy heal you," Delaney explained. "It's not safe."

"I still don't understand. Roy healed your brother, didn't he? Why wouldn't I at least try?"

Dean lowered his lips to Layla's ear and whispered so no one could hear but him, Delaney and Layla, "Because if you do, something bad is going to to happen. I can't explain. I just need you to believe me."

"Layla," Sue Ann called softly from a few feet away.

"Please," Dean begged.

Layla seemed to deflate a little, but when she looked back at her mom it seemed to give her the boost again to go up there. "I'm sorry, guys. I have to do this."

Dean tried to get Layla to come back, but she was already in the arms of Sue Ann.

Delaney grabbed onto Dean's jacket sleeve, her eyes wide. "Dean, what the hell do we do?"

"I don't know..."

Around them, everyone raised their hands along with Roy to begin the healing. Delaney felt her heart starting to constrict as she watched everything unfold around them. How could they stop any of this now?

"Fire!" Dean's loud voice broke through her raging thoughts. "Everybody get out of here! The tent's on fire!"

Delaney gave him an odd look because that was the best plan he had? However, it seemed to work because everyone got out of their seats and quickly made their way over to the exit of the tent. Roy - who obviously could not see what was going on - calmly told the crowd to go outside and they would figure everything out. Layla's mom continued to beg Roy to finish healing Layla but he wasn't listening to her.

Dean pulled his phone out and dialed Sam's number. "Sam, I did it. I stopped Roy." Delaney put her ear to the end of the phone so she could hear what was going on.

"Dean, it didn't work! The Reaper's still coming! Roy must not be controlling it."

"Who the hell is then?" Dean snapped.

Delaney's eyes landed on Sue Ann who was on her knees praying softly in Latin. She pushed away from Dean and rushed over to the Sue Ann, Dean calling after her to get back. Delaney reached Sue Ann and spun her around, cutting off the pray she was saying. She glanced down and noticed the necklace Sue Ann wore. It had the cross on it.

Sue Ann quickly stuffed the necklace into her shirt and started to yell for help. Delaney felt two of the deputies from outside grab her by the arms and haul her out of the tent. Dean rushed out after his sister and was pushed back by the deputy that wasn't holding his little sister. Delaney glared hard at Sue Ann who acted so innocent.

"I don't understand," Sue Ann faked a frown. "After everything we've done for your brother, after Roy healed him. We're just very disappointed."

Delaney's glare didn't falter. If these deputies weren't holding Delaney, she would have probably attacked Sue Ann by now.

"You can let her go. I won't press charges. The Lord will deal with her as.. He sees fit."

Dean took Delaney from the deputies and hugged her, mumbling that he was proud of her for trying. They both stopped when Layla walked over to them.

"How could you do that, Dean? It could've been my only chance."

"He's not a healer," Dean stressed as his arms dropped from around his sister. "I know it doesn't seem fair and I wish I could explain, but Roy is not the answer. I'm sorry."

Layla's mouth opened a few times, a counter formulating in her head. Eventually she just said goodbye to the both of them and walked away, wiping tears from her eyes.

Dean walked over to the Impala where Sam stood. The three were quiet as they got in the car and made their way back to the motel. Once they were back, Delaney collapsed on her bed and Sam sat next to her. This whole day was draining and Delaney just wanted it to be over already.

"Roy really believes," Sam commented.

Dean looked out the window of their motel, pulling back the curtains slightly. "I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing."

"I found this hidden in their library," Sam said, holding up a small black book. "It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a Reaper."

Delaney propped herself up on her elbows and glanced between the two boys. "Well, that must be a hell of a spell huh?"

Sam nodded and handed the book to Dean so he could look at it. Delaney crawled into the bed Dean sat on so she could see it also. "You got to build a black altar with seriously dark stuff - bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, that preacher's wife - black magic, murder... evil."

"Desperate," Dean corrected, looking up from the book. "Her husband was dying. She'd have done anything to save him. She was using the spell to keep the Reaper away from Roy."

"Cheating Death," Delaney summed up and chuckled. "Literally."

"But Roy is alive, so why is she still using the spell?" Dean asked.

Sam leaned his elbows on his knees as he thought for a second. "Well... to force the Reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral."

Dean scoffed and shut the book, tossing it onto the bed next to him. "God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work."

"We have to break that binding spell," Delaney stated. She wanted nothing more to take down that vile woman. She noticed the picture of the cross that laid open in the book that must have reopened when Dean tossed it. "You know, Sue Ann had a cross like this. When she dropped it, the Reaper backed off."

"So.. we have to find the cross or destroy the altar?"

"Maybe both," Dean responded to Sam. "Whatever we do, we'd better do it soon. Roy's healing Layla tonight."

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Later on, Dean, Delaney and Sam found themselves back at the church and Roy's house. She noticed Layla's car in the parking lot and felt herself deflate a little. Their time was cut even shorter to save the protester guy. "Layla's already here."

Dean was quiet as he stared at Layla's car. It was obvious he was still upset he got saved instead of Layla and the fact some guy had died just to make sure Dean lived. "If Roy would have saved Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now."

"Dean, don't," Sam warned from the seat next to Dean.

"And if she's not healed tonight, she's going to die in a couple of months."

Delaney climbed into the front seat and sat between her brothers, she placed a hand on Dean's arm and gave him a sympathetic smile. "What's happening to her is horrible, but what you going to do - let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean - you can't play God. None of us can."

Dean's jaw twitched and he exited the car silently. Sam pat Delaney on the shoulder before they both followed after Dean towards the tent. They quietly made their way over to the entrance of the tent and pulled back the flap slightly so they could just see in. "Where's Sue Ann?"

Sam looked behind them to the house and realization dawned on his face. "The house."

"You guys go find Sue Ann. I'll catch up," Delaney told her brothers, noticing the two deputies that had apprehended her earlier. "Hey, you guys want to put the fear of God in me?"

Delaney gave her brothers a wink before darting in the opposite direction. She was just glad that this lot was huge and she could hide in a dozen different spots. She ducked behind a RV and heard the deputies asking each other where she went. Delaney stood up tall to peek through the RV windows to see where they were. A dog suddenly jumped up and started barking loudly at her.

Delaney silently cursed to herself and hauled herself onto the top of the RV. She laid down on the top of the RV while one of the deputies looked in the window and cursed at the dog who they thought was just barking for no reason. Delaney let out a long breath she had been holding once the two deputies walked away.

She jumped down from the roof of the RV and rushed down to the cellar where brothers were. "Where the hell is Dean?" She questioned when she only Sam.

"He went to look for you," Sam responded, turning away from the table. "He thought maybe the deputies had got to you because you were taking a while."

"Those deputies don't give up," Delaney mused, walking over to the altar. Red candles were lit all around the table, bones and blood littered the table and a picture of Dean with a red X through his face was propped up. She slowly picked up the photo and exchanged a look with her brother. Well, that wasn't good.

"I gave your brother life and I can take it away," Sue Ann said from behind them.

Sam and Delaney whirled around to find her standing there, looking none-too-pleased to see them. Sam glared at Sue Ann and tipped the table over, everything scattering around the floor. They rushed after Sue Ann who had ran back towards the cellar steps and closed the doors behind her. Delaney pushed against the doors, but they wouldn't budge. Sue Ann had locked them in.

"Sam and Delaney, can't you see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked and your brother is wicked. He deserves to die just like Layla deserves to live. It's God's will."

Sam hopped off the steps and rushed around the cellar, trying to find something that could get them out. He saw a piece of wood and grabbed it, hitting it into the small window, breaking it open. He helped Delaney crawl through the window and crawled out right after her. "Delly, come on!" He yelled as they both ran towards the tent.

Delaney noticed Sue Ann standing outside the tent and rushed over to her, ripping the necklace right out of her hand and off her neck. She threw it to the ground, the necklace breaking open and blood spilling out from it.

Sue Ann dropped to her knees, crying. "Oh my God. What have you done?"

"He's not your God," Sam sneered, high fiving his sister for a job well done.

Sue Ann's breathing began to quicken and her face turned ghostly pale. Delaney glanced in the direction Sue Ann was staring in and figured she saw the Reaper because her nor Sam saw anything that would freak her out so much. Good. Bitch deserves it.

Delaney watched as Sue Ann dropped to the ground, convulsing before going still. Her face looked awfully grey and her eyes pure white. Sam and Delaney nodded at each other and walked back to the Impala where Dean stood, trying to catch his breath. "You okay?"

"Hell of a week," Dean replied and leaned his arms onto the hood of the Impala.

"You can say that again," Delaney agreed, feeling just as tired as her brother.

"We should get going," Sam said and got into the car with Dean and Delaney.

Once they got back to the motel, Delaney collapsed on the bed she was sharing with Sam, the exhaustion finally hitting her. She was passed out within seconds, thankfully too tired to have any nightmares.

The next morning, Sam was packing up their bags while Delaney sat at the table eating her breakfast Dean had gone out and gotten for her. Dean had been quiet the whole time which was odd for him. He usually chatted up a storm about their successful cases until Sam and Delaney's ear bled.

"What's wrong?"

Dean seemed to snap out of his trance at Sam's voice and looked up at him. "Nothing it's just... we did the right thing here, right?"

"Of course we did," Delaney assured her brother, tossing her now finished breakfast into the trash and walked over to sit next to him on the bed.

"Doesn't feel like it," Dean admitted.

A knock on the door cut off their conversation. Sam walked over and opened the door to reveal Layla standing on the other side. He stepped to the side to let her in.

"Hey," Dean greeted softly, standing up from the bed. "How did you know we were here?"

"Sam called," Layla explained, gesturing to Sam. "He said you wanted to say goodbye."

Delaney caught Sam's look and quickly followed him out of the room to leave Layla and Dean alone to talk. They both sat on the outside seating area, soaking up the nice weather while it lasted. She just hoped that soon they could find John because she wasn't sure she could handle anymore surprises.

authors note

hi hey hello. epsiode 12 has finally be finished. lots of crazy stuff

has happened for the winchesters lately. we are just down to nine

more episodes now for this and then we finally can move on to

book 2 and season 2. still really excited for that season, like y'all

have no idea. ENJOY!