Supernatural2005

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
It is the Lord who does the healin' here, friends. The Lord, who guides me in choosin' who to heal, by helpin' me see into people's hearts.

Dean Winchester:
[under his breath] Yeah, or into their wallets.

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
You think so, young man? [uncomfortable silence]

Dean Winchester:
Sorry.

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
No no, don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we got real sharp ears. What's your name, son?

Dean Winchester:
[clears his throat] Dean.

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
[nodding thoughtfully] Dean. I want... I want you to come up here with me.

Dean Winchester:
No. Nah, it's okay.

Sam Winchester:
What're you doing?

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
You've come here to be healed, haven't you?

Dean Winchester:
Well yeah, but uh, maybe you should just pick someone else.

Dean Winchester:
Oh no, I didn't, I didn't pick you Dean, the Lord did.

Sam Winchester:
Get up there! [Dean reluctantly stands and goes to the stage, the crowd applauds]

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
You ready?

Dean Winchester:
Yeah look, no disrespect, but uh, I'm not exactly a believer.

Rev. Roy Le Grange:
You will be son. You will be. Pray with me, friends. [the crowd falls silent, praying; the reverend lays his hand on Dean] All right now. All right now... [Dean sinks to his knees and faints]

Sam Winchester:
[running up] Dean! [Dean jerks awake] Say somethin'! [Dean sees a gray old man in a suit appear, then turn and vanish]