" What do you got those amped up to?" " A hundred thousand volts." " Damn." " Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy." " And remember, you only get one shot with these things." " So make it count." " On three." "One." "Two." "Three." " Is it still here?" "Ok." "Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here." " Alright, go!" " Sam!" " Sam, get 'em outta here!" " You take this!" " Come on." " Dean!" " Dean, hey." " Hey." " Sir, I'm so sorry to ask." "There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file." " Right." "Uh, ok." " Okay, Mr. Burkovitz." " Look, we can finish this up later." " 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." " We drove past the house, and we stopped." "Ran in." " And you found the kids in the basement?" " Yeah." " Well, thank God you did." " Excuse me." " Sure." "Thanks for your help." " Hey, Doc." "Is he—" " He's resting." " And?" " The electrocution triggered a heart attack." "Pretty massive, I'm afraid." " His heart—it's damaged." " How damaged?" " We've done all we can." " We can try and keep him comfortable at this point." "But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month." " No, no." "There's—there's gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment." " We can't work miracles." "I really am sorry." " Have you ever actually watched daytime TV?" "It's terrible." " I talked to your doctor." " That fabric softener teddy bear." "Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down." " Dean." " Yeah." "Alright, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me." " What are you talking about?" "I'm not gonna leave you here." " Hey, you better take care of that car." "Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass." " I don't think that's funny." " Oh, come on, it's a little funny." " Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig." " I drew the short straw." "That's it, end of story." " Don't talk like that, alright?" "We still have options." " What options?" " Yeah, burial or cremation." " And I know it's not easy." "But I'm gonna die." "And you can't stop it." " Watch me." " This is John Winchester." "I can't be reached." "If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235." "He can help." " Hey, Dad." "It's Sam." "Uh....you probably won't even get this, but, uh...." "It's Dean." " He's sick, and uh....the doctors say there's nothing they can do." " Um....but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right?" " So, don't worry, cause, uh...." "I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get him better." " Alright....just wanted you to know." " What the hell are you doing here?" " I checked myself out." " What, are you crazy?" " Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." " You know, this whole I- laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing?" "It's crap." "I can see right through it." " Yeah, whatever, dude." "Have you even slept?" "You look worse than me." " I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days." " Calling every contact in Dad's journal." " For what?" " 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." " You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" " I'm not gonna let you die, period." " We're going." " I got it." "Man, you are a lying bastard." "Thought you said we were going to see a doctor." " I believe I said a specialist." "Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal." " I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent." " Reverend LeGrange is a great man." " Yeah, that's nice." " I have a right to protest." "This man is a fraud." "And he's bilking all these people out of their hard - earned money." " I take it he's not part of the flock." " But when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." " Come on, Sam, a faith healer?" " Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean." " You know what I've got faith in?" "Reality." "Knowing what's really going on." " How can you be a skeptic?" "With the things we see everyday?" " We see them, we know they're real." " But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?" " Because I've seen what evil does to good people." " Maybe God works in mysterious ways." " Maybe he does." " I think you just turned me around on the subject." " Yeah, I'm sure." " I'm Dean." "This is Sam." " Layla." " So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?" " Apparently my brother here believes enough for the both of us." " Come on, Layla." "It's about to start." " Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways." " Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over." " Come on." " What are you doing?" "Let's sit here." " We're sitting up front." " What?" "Why?" "Oh, come on, Sam." "This is ridiculous." "I'm good, dude, get off me." " Perfect." " Yeah, perfect." " Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news." " Never seems good, does it?" " Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act." " But, I say to you, God is watching." " God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt." " Who does the healing here, friends?" "The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts." " Yeah, or into their wallets." " You think so, young man?" " Sorry." " No, no." "Don't be." " Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." " What's your name, son?" " Dean." " Dean." "I want—I want you to come up here with me." " No, that's ok." " What are you doing?" " You've come here to be healed, haven't you?" " Well, yeah, but—" " No, maybe you should just pick someone else." " Oh, no, I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did." " Get up there!" " You ready?" " Look, no disrespect, but I'm not exactly a believer." " You will be, son." "You will be." " Pray with me, friends." " Alright, now." " Alright, now." " Alright, now." " Dean!" " Say something." " So, you really feel okay?" " I feel fine, Sam." " Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart." " No sign there ever was." " Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen." " What do you mean, strange?" " Just yesterday, a young guy like you, 27, athletic." "Out of nowhere, heart attack." " Thanks, Doc." " Oh, no problem." " That's odd." " Maybe it's a coincidence." "People's hearts give out all the time, man." " No, they don't." " Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth?" " Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?" " Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why." " What feeling?" " 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, Sam, it was a spirit." " But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too." "I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately." " Well, excuse me, psychic wonder." "But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one." " Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this." " Yeah, alright." " So, what do you wanna do?" " I want you to go check out the heart attack guy." "I'm gonna visit the reverend." " I feel great." "Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened." " A miracle is what happened." " Well, miracles come so often around Roy." " When did they start?" "The miracles." " 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." " Now, 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." " If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it." " And suddenly you could heal people." " I discovered it afterward, yes." " God's blessed me in many ways." " And his flock just swelled overnight." " And this is just the beginning." " Can I ask you one last question?" " Of course you can." " Why?" "Why me?" " Out of all the sick people, why save me?" " Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me." " I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest." " What did you see in my heart?" " A young man with an important purpose." "A job to do." " And it isn't finished." " I'm telling you, he seemed healthy." "Swam every day, didn't smoke." " So, a heart attack just kind of seemed, well, bizarre." " And you said he was running, right before he collapsed?" " Yeah, yeah, he was freaking out." " He said that something was, uh, was after him." " Did he say what?" " Well, thin air is what." "I mean, it wasn't anything." " Alright, thanks." " Hey, buddy?" "Your, uh, your clock's busted." " Oh, yeah, we, uh, can't get it workin'." "Just froze at 4:17." " Is that the same time Marshall died?" " How'd you know?" " Dean, hey." " Hey." " How you feeling?" " I feel good." "Cured, I guess." " What are you doing here?" " You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend." " Layla?" " Yes, I'm here again." " Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting, and he won't be seeing anyone else right now." " Sue Ann, please." "This is our sixth time, he's got to see us." " Roy is well aware of Layla's situation." "And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows." " Have faith, Mrs. Rourke." " Why are you still even here?" "You got what you wanted." " Mom." "Stop." " No, Layla, 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." " Layla, what's wrong?" " I have this thing...." " It's a brain tumor." " It's inoperable." "In six months, the doctors say..." " I'm sorry." " It's okay." " No." "It isn't." " Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" " What'd you find out?" " I'm sorry." " Sorry about what?" " Marshall Hall died at 4:17." " The exact time I was healed." " 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." " Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?" " Somehow." " LeGrange—he's trading a life for another." " Hello?" " Wait, wait, wait." "So, Marshall Hall died to save me?" " Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway." " And someone else would've been healed." " You never should've brought me here." " Dean, I was just trying to save your life." " But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me." " I didn't know." " Pray with me, friends." " The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it?" "How's he trading a life for a life?" " Oh, he's not doing it." "Something else is doing it for him." " What do you mean?" " The old man I saw on stage." " I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew it." " What are you talking about?" " There's only one thing that can give and take life like that." " We're dealing with a reaper." " You really think it's the Grim Reaper?" "Angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?" " No, no, no." "Not the Reaper, a reaper." " There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on Earth." "Go by a hundred different names." " It's possible that there's more than one of 'em." " But you said you saw a dude in a suit." " Well, what, do you think he should've been workin' the whole black robe thing?" " You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right?" " Reapers stop time." "And you can only see 'em when they're comin' at you, which is why I could see it and you couldn't." " There's nothing else it could be, Sam." "The question is how's Roy controlling' the damn thing?" " That cross." " What?" " There was this cross." "I noticed it in the church tent, I knew I had seen it before." " Here." " A tarot?" "It makes sense." "I mean, 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 is using black magic to bind the reaper?" " If he is, he's riding the whirlwind." "It's like putting a dog leash on a Great White." " Ok, then we stop Roy." " How?" " You know how." " Wait, what the hell are you talking about, Dean?" "We can't kill Roy." " Sam, the guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies, that's a monster in my book." " No, we're not gonna kill a human being, Dean." " We do that, we're no better than he is." " Okay, so we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death." "Any bright ideas, college boy?" " Okay, uh, if Roy is using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we've gotta figure out what it is." " And how to break it." " If Roy is using a spell, there might be a spell book." " See if you can find it." " Hurry up, too, the service starts in fifteen minutes." "I'll try to stall Roy." " Roy LeGrange is a fraud." "He's no healer." " Amen, brother." " You keep up the good word." " What do you got?" " Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral." "And I think I know who's next on his list." " Remember that protestor?" " The guy in the parking lot?" " Yeah." "Yeah, I'll find him." "But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright?" " Layla." "Layla Rourke, come up here, child." " Oh, man." " Layla, listen to me, you can't go up there." " Why not?" "We've waited for months." " You can't let Roy heal you." " I don't understand." "I mean, Roy healed you, didn't he?" "Why wouldn't I at least let him try?" " Because if you do, something bad is gonna happen." "I can't explain, I just need you to believe me." " Layla." " Please." " I'm sorry." " Layla." "Layla!" " Help!" " Pray with me, friends." " I hope you're ready." " I am." " Help!" "Help me, please!" " Where is it?" " It's right there!" " Alright, come on!" " Fire!" " Hey, tent's on fire!" " Everybody, get out of here!" " No!" "No, please!" " Please, don't stop!" "Please!" "Reverend, please!" "Please!" " Friends, if you'd all just leave the tent in an orderly fashion, then we can figure out what's going on out there." " I did it." "I stopped Roy." " David, I think it's okay." " No!" " Dean, it didn't work!" "The reaper's still comin'!" " I'm tellin' you!" "I'm tellin' you, it must not have worked." "Roy must not be controlling this thing!" " Well, then who the hell is?" " Sue Ann." " Help!" "Help me!" "Help!" " I got ya." "I got ya." " Thank God." " I just don't understand." "After everything we've done for you, after Roy healed you." " We're very, very disappointed, Dean." " You can let him go, I'm not gonna press charges." "The Lord will deal with him as he sees fit." " We catch you around here again, son, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand?" " Yes, sir." "Fear of God." "Got it." " Layla." " Why would you do that, Dean?" "When it could've been my only chance." " He's not a healer." " He healed you." " I know it doesn't seem fair." "And I wish I could explain, but Roy is not the answer." "I'm sorry." " Goodbye, Dean." " I wish you luck." "I really do." " Same to you." " You deserve it a lot more than me." " Private session tonight." "No interruptions." "I give you my word." "I'll heal your daughter." " Thank you, Reverend." "God bless you." " So Roy really believes?" " I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing." " Well, I found this 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." " Must be a hell of a spell." " Yeah." "You've got to build a black altar." " With seriously dark stuff." "Bones, human blood." " To cross the line like that, that preacher's wife." "Black magic, murder." " Evil." " Desperate." " Her husband was dying, she'd have done anything to save him." " She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy." " Cheating death." "Literally." " Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why's she still using the spell?" " Right." "To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral." " May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." " We've gotta break that binding spell, Dean." " You know, Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this." "And when she dropped it, the reaper backed off." " So, you think we've gotta find the cross or destroy the altar?" " Maybe both." " Whatever we do, we better do it soon." " Roy's healing Layla tonight." " That's Layla's car." "She's already here." " Yeah." " Dean." " You know, if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now." " Dean, don't." " And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a couple months." " What's happening to her is horrible." "But, what are you gonna do?" "Let somebody else die to save her?" " You said it yourself, Dean." "You can't play God." " Where's Sue Ann?" " House." " Go find Sue Ann." "I'll catch up." " What are you—?" " Hey." " You gonna put that fear of God in me?" " You see him?" " No." " Psycho mutt." " I gave your brother life, and I can take it away." " Sam, can't you see?" " The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked." " And your brother is wicked." "And he deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live." " It's God's will." " Goodbye, Sam." " Mrs. Rourke, pray with me." " Pray with me, friends." " Alright, now." " No!" " I don't understand." " I don't feel different." " My God!" "What have you done?" "!" " He's not your God." " Reverend?" " Sue Ann?" " You okay?" " A little bit weak." " Yeah." " Alright, come on, we should get going." " What is it?" " Nothing." " What is it?" " We did the right thing here, didn't we?" " Of course we did." " Didn't feel like it." " I got it." " Hey, Layla." "Come on in." " Hey." " Hey." " How'd you know we were here?" " Sam called." "He said you wanted to say goodbye." " I'm gonna grab a soda." " So, um, where are you going?" " Don't know yet." "Our work kind of takes us all over." " You know, I went back to see Roy." " What happened?" " Nothing." " I mean, he laid his hand on my forehead, but nothing happened." " I'm sorry." " I'm sorry it didn't work." " And Sue Ann." "She's dead, you know?" "Stroke." " Yeah, I heard." " I mean, Roy's a good man." " He doesn't deserve what's happened." " It must be rough." " To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you like that." " You wanna hear something weird?" " Hm?" " I'm okay." "Really." " I guess, if you're gonna have faith, you can't just have it when the miracles happen." " You have to have it when they don't." " So, what now?" " God works in mysterious ways." " Goodbye, Dean." " Hey." " Uh, you know, I'm not much of the praying' type." " But I'm gonna pray for you." " Well." "There's a miracle right there."