Faith.

Because I feel guilty in having not posted in a long time. Have some 'Faith'...pun not intended.
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Lauren watched placidly as Sam clicked away at his laptop. She had seen the small, almost painful winces that scrunched up his features, the widening of his eyes, the jerks of his head. She wanted to ask him what he had found, but something kept her mouth shut. She sat on the edge of the room’s double bed, facing the small table that held Sam’s laptop. The only beam of light, which lit up the entire room with a pleasant yellow glow, came from the single window behind Sam. Lauren turned towards the front door as she heard the sound of the key in the lock. Dean came into the room, hands in his pockets. Emmy followed shortly after, flinging her jacket onto the bed beside Lauren. Dean’s eyes darted between them, his emotionless face turned into a slight frown when he saw the expression on his brother’s face.
‘What’d you find out?’
Lauren’s mouth fell a little, the one question she had been dying to ask him but she was too scared…and Dean comes barging in and asks it straight out.
‘I’m sorry.’ Sam’s apology came as a shock to everyone, all eyes turned to the youngest Winchester.
‘Sorry about what?’ Dean questioned, his eyebrows slowly knitting together.
‘Marshall Hall died at 4:17.’ His brother answered, staring down at his palms. Dean’s mouth fell open in shock.
‘That’s the same time you were healed,’ Emmy stated quietly, sitting down beside Lauren.
‘Exactly. I put together a list of everyone Roy’s ever healed, six people in the past year, and I cross checked them with the local obits.’ Sam handed his brother a pile of research. ‘Every time someone was healed, someone else died. Each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time.’
‘So someone’s healed of cancer, someone dies of cancer.’ Lauren concluded.
‘Wait, wait, wait.’ Dean shook his head in disbelief. ‘So Marshall Hall died to save me?’
‘The guy would’ve died anyway and someone else would have been healed.’ Sam answered, throwing his best reassuring smile at his brother, but his best wasn’t good enough.
‘You never should’ve brought me here.’ Dean sighed, pacing the room.
‘We were just trying to save your life!’ Emmy defended, throwing a knowing look to Sam. Lauren sat still, watching the scene unfold.
‘But now some guy is dead because of me.’
‘We didn’t know that.’ Emmy sighed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation, ‘How were we supposed to know that this would happen? We’re not psychic!’
Sam shifted in his seat. Dean continued to pace, his head moving back and forth as he shook it slowly.
‘The thing I don’t understand is how is Roy doing it? How he’s trading a life for a life?’ Sam pondered, closing his laptop lid over and resting one hand on it.
‘Something else is doing it for him,’ corrected Dean. ‘There’s only one thing that can give and take a life like that.’
Emmy and Lauren exchanged a confused look, ‘What?’ They asked in unison.
‘We’re dealing with a reaper.’
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I will be writing during my free periods tomorrow in school because I'm finally getting the writer's bug but my parents want me off my laptop so I can catch up on some much needed post-exam sleep.
Love, Robyn.
xo

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Quick Update.

School is a nightmare. Lots of exams, but most of them are done. But now I have to learn about Mussolini and all the crap he did in Italy for the next few weeks and then Ill be done. Have a graphic to keep you patient.