Sam rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up to stretch. His entire back cracked and he massaged it slightly, staring down at the ground. He saw the blanket, water, and cookies sitting there and looked around to see who gave them to him, but no one really seemed to be guilty of doing it. Nurses and doctors walked quickly all around him. He checked the time and it was a quarter after noon. He mumbled, "Shit."

Sam looked through the window at Dean who was laying there with his eyes closed. He wanted to rush in there and see him, but decided to wait for permission to and picked up his things. He walked to the waiting room, while catching a glimpse of each of the patients' rooms. Some were sick elderly people and others were adults who's time was far too early to come. He saw that Jody and Bobby were still sleeping and other people sat in wooden chairs around them, waiting for their own loved ones.

Sam slightly nudged the two sleeping and they woke up in a panic, forgetting where they were. He chuckled a little and sat on the edge of the couch where Jody had slept to eat his cookies. She asked groggily, "Who gave those to you?"

Sam shrugged, "I assumed it was you," he said with a mouthful of cookies.

She smiled, "Awe maybe it was that cute little nurse. She couldn't keep her eyes off of you!"

"Really?" Sam questioned as he spat out a few cookie crumbs.

Bobby commented, "You can just tell he's a real charmer."

Jody shushed him and said to Sam, "Yeah. Her shift starts at 7 tonight. If we're still here, maybe you should talk to her!" She nudged him playfully with her elbow.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It always seems like you're trying to set me up with girls."

Jody half-smiled, "Well it's up to you if you want to, lover boy."

"Why don't we go to the cafeteria here and get some breakfast since we didn't eat dinner last night. I sincerely doubt they're gonna call us anytime soon for word about Dean," Bobby said.

He was right. It wasn't until around six o'clock when a nurse came into the waiting room for them. They were all worn out and bored out of their minds, but they never left the hospital. The entire day they spent their time watching talk shows that broadcasted on the various TV sets and reading through the stacks of magazines sprawled out across all the tables. There was a point where Sam was so bored that he tried to fall asleep. The screaming baby in the waiting room didn't really help much.

It was Amelia who came into the waiting room for the three of them. She took a deep breath and said, "The Winchester family can follow me right this way."

Her hands clammed up and shook because she was so nervous. She offered to break the news to them, herself. It wasn't something she looked forward to, but she was eager to do it and even came in to work early for it. Jody whispered to Sam, "That's the nurse who was staring at you with googley eyes," she grinned.

Sam smiled at the petite girl compared to his height of 6'4". She had dark brown curly hair that bounced when she walked and wore a light greenish colored uniform. Amelia opened the doors to the surgery center and slowly approached Dean's room. She turned around before opening the door, "He has just recently woken up, so you should take it easy on him for right now."

She turned the handle to the door and swung it open lightly. Dean smiled the biggest smile that he could conjure up. Sam dashed to the right side of Dean's bed. He sat in the chair and reached for Dean's hand to hold.

He looked down, confused as to why Dean wasn't holding Sam's hand back. Amelia slowly shut the door and cleared her throat, "Um there's something I need to tell you about Dean..." She was shaking and they could hear the pain in her voice. Sam and Bobby tensed up, bracing themselves for what she might say. Jody brought her hands over her mouth, reacting to the bad news before she knew it.

"The accident, well... It has caused Dean to be completely paralyzed from the neck down," Amelia's voice cracked as she broke the family's heart.

Sam looked at Dean with tears welling in his eyes. His big brother, stuck in the same position for the rest of his miserable life.

Sam turned to Amelia, "So you're saying he will never run or walk again or ever be able to use his arms or hands?" He thought maybe he could get her to tell him there was a chance that he would get better. That maybe there was some dumb surgery that could possibly almost work if they gave so much money and bent over backwards while selling themselves into slavery. He desperately wanted some kind of hope that his brother wouldn't waste away in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Amelia couldn't bring herself to looking directly at the pitifully desperate human being that had been so cute sleeping in the hall the night before. She looked at her shoes and shook her head, her voice hollow, "No he won't be able to. It'd take some sort of miracle for that to happen. I'm so sorry."

Through his tears, Sam examined Dean with all of his cuts and bruises. It had been so much worse than he ever imagined it could be. Suddenly his face went hard and he let go of Dean.

"I can't be here right now," he said as he stalked out of the room.

"Sam! Wait!" Jody yelled to him. Sam pushed passed them and ran out of the center. Amelia sped after him. When she caught up to him, he was in an empty hallway. He punched the wall with all his might, a hole the size of his fist forming as a cloud of dust covered him. Sam's hands clenched onto his hair as he fell to the ground into a ball.

Amelia slowly walked towards him, "Is there anything at all I could do for you?"

Sam shook his head, his voice bitter, "You said it yourself-Dean needs a fucking miracle. All I can do is wait for mother-fucking Jesus to show up. Let me know when that happens."

She bent down and wrapped her arms around Sam. Sam pulled her down closer and hugged her. He really needed a hug after the news he just heard. Amelia whispered, "Not that it would help, but I can show you to the hospital chapel, if you want to pray or something."

"I'm not one for that kind of thing, but I think someplace quiet would be nice."

She smiled at him and took his hand as he stood up. She pulled him down the hallway and around a few turns until they reached the small room filled with only a few pews, a large cross in the front, and stained glass windows surrounding the perimeter of the room. The only light source came from a few lit candles and the daylight shining through the windows. Sam sniffled a little and smiled down at Amelia, "Thank you... and I didn't catch your name?"

"Amelia," she said, "And you're... Sam?" she asked unsure.

Sam nodded, "Yeah that's me. Thank you for the water and cookies. I know it was you."

She blushed and looked away from him, "You're welcome. I better go return to work, but I'll see you later."

Sam nodded and waved goodbye to her. As soon as she left, he shut the door behind him. If he was going to be here, he was going to blame God for fucking up his brother's life.

He kneeled down in the middle of the room with his hands folded. He began, "So um, I'm not one for this praying thing, but it's worth a shot for Dean. Anyways, Dean is my brother and he was injured in a car accident. Fuck you for that. He was injured so very badly. I don't know any of the details because it's too early to ask Dean to remember the event, but what I do know is that my brother is a good man. He doesn't deserve any of this shit. No one truly does. I know things like this happen, as if it's a way of life, but I don't want to believe that. I want to believe that there's someone out there who can help him. So I'm not going to blame you like I so desperately want to. Dean needs a miracle. He's permanently paralyzed from the neck down. Please, please, please I beg of you, fix him. Send me a, saint, angel, or magic Jehovah's Witness for all I care. I just need you to help Dean. He's the last person to deserve any of this."

He was alone in silence. Looking around the empty chapel, he realized how crazy, desperate, and bitter he sounded, simultaneously yelling at and pleading to a God that will probably never hear him. He sighed and whispered to himself, "What was I thinking? Miracles don't happen."

He stood up, feeling like an idiot for believing any of this would help. He held his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave.

Suddenly all of the candles in the room blew out. Sam whirled around.

In the center of the room, a floating ball of blinding light began to form. Sam shielded his eyes with his hand until the brightness was gone. He removed his hand and his eyes narrowed to the man that stood before him with dark brown hair and stubble, who was dressed in a suit and a trench coat.

Startled, Sam jumped back against the door. He blindly and desperately grabbed for the doorknob to leave, but it had been locked. The man slowly approached him. Sam pressed his body even tighter again the wall.

"Wh-who are you?" He asked nervously.

The man spoke in a deep raspy voice that sounded older than the mouth it came from, "My name is Castiel and I am an angel of The Lord."