By the time Castiel makes it to the final victim's room, his grace is nearly running on empty. Not only has he been healing every victim, but he also had to knock out the two waking victims just long enough to heal them before they started asking questions, and to say it was exhausting would be an understatement. He can't just leave the final victim as they are, though, so he leads his friends to the final room.

The room is packed with concerned friends and family. Some are crying, and the rest look as though they've just finished doing the same. Everyone watches the hunters warily as they enter, because black suits don't blend well in an all-white-attire building.

"I'm going to have to ask you all to leave," Castiel says, doing his best to sound sympathetic. He really had been sympathetic in the beginning, but now he's just plain tired, but fake it 'til you make it, right?"

"What? Why?" a woman asks quickly. "What are you doing to my son?"

Castiel holds up his badge. "That's a private matter for the FBI. I can promise, though, that no harm will come to him. You can all return in a few minutes."

Most people reluctantly file out, but the woman refuses, as does the man she assumes must be the father.

"Whatever you're doing, I don't want anything to do with it," she says. "Just leave my son alone."

"He's unconscious," the man adds. "He can't do anything for you."

"I know," Castiel says simply.

"Please, just give us a moment," James says.

"Do you have a warrant?" the man asks.

"This isn't something that requires a warrant," James tells them.

"Well, if you don't have any official documentation, then I'm not leaving his side," he says firmly. "I've never trusted the government before, and I'm sure as hell not going to start now."

Castiel looks at Emma and James, exasperated. He doesn't have the patience to deal with people like this — or people, period. James seems to feel the same way.

"Let them stay," Emma says.

Castiel gapes at him. "Em—"

"They can't interfere," she says. "They physically can't. And you can't expect a kid to keep this quiet like you did all the adults. If he's going to tell them, they might as well see for themselves."

"See what?" the woman asks quickly. "What are you doing to him?"

Castiel hesitates, but one look at the child's face is all he needs to know that this is worth it. He's just a kid, probably still in elementary school, and he just got shot. Of course his parents are worried, and if the only thing that will calm them down is seeing their son safe, it's something he has to do.

"What I'm about to do does not leave this room," Castiel says.

"What are you talking about?" the mother asks.

Castiel crouches next to the bed and takes the kid's hand.

"Don't touch him!" the father growls, lunging for him, but Emma and James manage to hold him back.

Castiel works his magic, his grace seeping through the boy's veins and healing every inch of him. When he's done, Castiel falls backwards, sitting on the floor with his legs splayed out in front of him. He misses when he could heal as many people as he wanted for as long as he wanted. He should have made the most of that power when he had it.

"What did you do?" the mother demands, tears falling down her face.

"Just wait," Castiel says.

The boy opens his eyes slowly. "Mommy?"

"Jason?" She breathes a huge sigh of relief and runs to his side. "Oh, Jason, baby, you're okay. You're okay, baby. Mommy's got you."

"If we let you go, are you going to fight us?" Emma asks the father. "Because we will fight back, and we will win."

"Emma!" James hisses, and she just shrugs.

The father shakes his head. "Did — did you do this?"

That seems to be the confirmation it takes for the two to drop his arms. Castiel pushes himself to his feet, using the edge of the bed to stabilize himself.

"I did," Castiel says.

"But... how?"

"That doesn't matter," Castiel says. "He's likely still tired from all the medication, but he's awake. That's all that matters now."

The man rushes to Jason's side. "Hey, buddy."

"Daddy," he says quietly.

"Now what?" Emma asks Castiel, her voice low to give the family their quality bonding time. "Do you have it in you to help anyone else?"

He shakes his head. "Not today. But maybe in the future, we can give a few more medical miracles. I rather enjoyed it."

"Then we're off?" James asks. "Are we finally looking for a real case now?"

"Looks like," Emma says.

"Wait," the mother says quickly. "Who are you people?"

"No one," Emma says.

"How...?"

"Are you religious?" Castiel asks her.

"What?"

"Are you religious?"

"Um..." She glances at her husband, confused, then says, "I go to mass on Easter and Christmas, I guess. Bobby's Jewish, so they don't really mesh. Why?"

"Well, I would suggest changing your mind," he says. "God was never on your side."

"What are you talking about?"

Castiel summons what little energy he has left to show his wings, just for a few moments. Everyone in the room gasps — even Emma and James, though they've seen the sight a few times. His wings aren't quite what they used to be, but that just proves his point.

"It took falling from Heaven to learn to respect humanity," Castiel says. "God still hasn't done that. Don't tell Him I was here, or I won't be able to help anyone else like I did your son."

"You're an angel," she whispers.

"What's left of one," he says. "I hope you and your family live a long and happy life."

And then they're gone.