The inside of the tent gives Dean the heebie-jeebies. Signs with bible quotes hang on the walls. ‘He sent forth His Word and healed them; He rescued them from the Pit’. Dean ignores the rest, focusing instead on the sick and dying people trying to find seats in the rows of metal chairs sunk into the grass in front of a wooden stage. it doesn't take long to spot the camera mounted to a support beam just over Sam’s shoulders. He points it out wordlessly.
There’s three people on the stage. Dean figures the older guy standing at the pulpit and talking down to a few people in the front row is Reverend Le Grange. Dressed in a white button down and black tie, he looks like the kinda guy most folks don’t notice on the street. Nice and friendly. The woman sitting in the chair behind him has to be his wife. She’s just as unassuming, but there’s an edge of falseness to her smiles that makes Dean’s jaw clench from looking at her.
Dean focuses on the second guy hovering out of the way behind the woman’s chair. Sam’s specialist. He’s maybe a few years older than Dean, and for every bit of the Le Granges' mild Midwestern appeal, this guy exudes an air of someone that doesn’t quite know why they’re even in the room. He looks uncomfortable in his own skin, arms hanging awkwardly at his side. The black suit, blue tie, and wavy dark hair makes him look like a funeral director, not a faith healer, and the distantly curious look he keeps giving people makes Dean nervous.
It’s the look a kid gives an ant hill before putting their foot through it.
I drew a bunch of art for my buddy @kweh-not-wark ‘s new fic, The One With the Bad Faith Healing ! IT’S A REALLY GOOD FIC YOU SHOULD READ IT. As the title would suggest, it’s an alt on season 1′s Faith, but with a different sort of entity doing the so-called Faith Healing.
One last piece of spoiler art is under the cut. ;D Happy Reading!
