Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
"Do you know what's it like when you're scared to see yourself?"
Never Surrender by Skillet
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I lingered by the back as Sam ushered Dean towards the empty seats in the front. There were only two open, but honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to watch this. It was bad enough I was letting it happen to know that it wasn't natural, but to watch the look on the crowd's faces as this old, white-haired man saved them from an eternity of darkness was not something I wanted to witness.
Quietness spread around the room as the Reverend and his wife took to the stage. I glanced around, watching as these people applaud him, and I caught Dean's stare. I tried to hide the scowl, but I felt the adrenaline begin pumping as a woman took Roy's s coat and placed it behind her chair.
Something felt wrong, l but it wasn't the people or the thought of me bursting into flames in a makeshift church that put me on edge. It was the cameras set in every corner of the room. For someone so set on faith and trust, they were awfully observant.
"Each morning, my wife Sue Anne reads me the news." Reverend La Grange started. His thick dark glasses covered his blind eyes, but he wore a smile as he addressed the followers that praised every word he spoke. "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 people's hearts."
"Yeah, and right into their wallets."
I dropped my head, covering my face with my hands. Leave it to Dean Winchester to screw up the only chance he had at living through this.
"You think so, young man?" La Grange addressed him, earning an embarrassed apology. "No. No. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man. We got real sharp ears." The crowd let out a few soft chuckles, and the Reverend looked down in Dean's direction with a smile. "What's your name, son?" Dean hesitated but finally answered him. "Dean, I want you to come up here with me."
The silent room erupted in applause, and I leaned back against the tent pole and folded my arms against my chest. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him try to deny the help.
"Maybe you should just pick someone else." He insisted, earning a glare from both myself and Sam. I didn't drive all the way here for him to let this slip through his fingers.
"I didn't pick you, Dean," the Reverend said to him. "The Lord did. "
The crowd erupted again, but this time it echoed through my ears as I suddenly felt the whirl in my head. I stepped back, trying to keep my focus on Dean as he made his way to the stage and leaned up against the tent post as Sue Ann placed her hand on his back, helping him up the steps.
My lips pursed, and I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the pain, but the applause and Hallelujahs were setting off an earthquake in my head.
