Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Chapter 24: Faith Part 2

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Sam was sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop and Dakota was laying on one of the motel beds flipping through some articles Sam had printed when Dean walked into the room and threw his jacket onto one of the beds. Dakota put the papers down and went to stand with him and Sam, she knew Dean was already feeling guilty about getting healed and what they were about to tell him would only make it worse.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered. When Dean looked confused he elaborated, "Marshall Hall died at 4:17, the exact same time you were healed."

"So, we, well Sam, has been putting together a list of everyone Roy has healed in the last year, six people, and crosschecking them with the local obits."

"Each time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time the victim died of the same symptoms Le Grange was healing was healing at the time." Sam continued.

"So, every time someone is healed of cancer someone else dies of cancer?" Dean asked.

"Somehow, Le Grange is trading one life for another." Dakota explained.

"Wait, so Marshall Hall died to save me?" Dean asked. Dakota knew this was coming and had tried to put off answering it. Dean had this amazing talent of taking the blame for everything bad that has ever happened in the world, but Dakota knew he would take this information especially hard.

"Dean, the guy probably would have died anyways, and someone else would have been healed." Sam tried to justify.

"You never should have brought me here." Dean said and he started pacing the room.

"We were just trying to save your life." Dakota said in a small voice. She felt terrible and her eyes started to well with tears, but she quickly forced them back down.

"Yeah, but Sam, Dakota, some guy is dead now because of me!" Dean raised his voice

"We didn't know." Sam said and Dakota saw that Sam had a few tears in his eyes. They both hated letting their big brother down, he had done everything for them and now they had hurt him.

"The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it? How is he trading a life for a life?" Dakota asked desperately trying to change the subject.

"Oh, he's not doing it something else is doing it for him. The old man I saw on stage, I didn't want to believe it. There's only one thing that can give and take life like that. We're dealing with a reaper." Dean said and Dakota's eyes went wide.

The Winchesters were sitting around the table in their motel room pouring over Sam's laptop, their dad's journal, the books they had on hand, looking for anything they could find about reapers.

"You really thing we're dealing with the grim reaper?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, like angle of death, collect your souls, grim reaper?" Dakota asked.

"No. Not the reaper, a reaper. There's reaper lore in almost every culture on earth. They go by a hundred different names, it's possible there's more than one of them." Dean explained.

"But you said you saw a dude in a suit." Dakota said.

"What, you think he should have been working the whole black robe thing?" Dean asked sassily.