Dean didn’t believe in faith healers, how could they speak of healing people from the help of God and angels. Dean didn’t even believe in angels either, how could he believe in something that’s ignored him all of his life. Didn’t answer his prayers, yeah—so Dean just said angels weren’t real.

So that’s why he didn’t like being here, in this church—Sam begged him to go see this so called faith healer to heal his sickness. Dean thought it was just a cold, nothing else—Sammy was being overdramatic. So now here he was, alone in this church—looking up at the huge marvel carved statue of some angel it seems. Dean couldn’t really tell, but the wings behind the person made him think so.

Dean almost flinches when hearing someone’s footsteps behind him, he didn’t even hear the front doors open. Dean turns around, looking at the person behind him—something felt off about them. Dean shifts a bit awkwardly, wondering why they were just staring at him, like a bird stalking its prey—watching his movements.

“Uh…. Hello, can I help ya?” Dean asks slowly, wondering if he was gonna have a problem with the person. Something felt… off, Dean can’t put his mind to it.