Hopelessly Human

49. Send Me an Angel

Season Nine

[I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here]

In the Impala, Dean was driving, Sam was passenger, and Dylan and Natalia were sitting in the back.

Sam frowned. "This makes no sense. I mean, how many angels fell -- hundreds, thousands? And nobody says anything. This is... Look at this. They're calling it a meteor shower. Seriously? What's going on with you, man? Nat? Dylan? You guys okay?"

"Me?" Dean asked. "Us? Yes. We're fine. It's just-"

"It's just we got a major freakin' crap fest on our hands. Yeah, tell me about it. Thousands of superpowered dicks touching down, and we got no idea where to start."

Dylan shook his head. "Angels ain't our problem right now, okay? Or demons, or Metatron, or whatever the hell happened to Cas and Rae."

Sam glanced between his siblings. "Why? Because we hugged it out in that church and -- and now we're gonna go to Disneyland? Dean, Nat, you two said it yourselves -- we're not gonna sleep til this is done."

"I know," Dean said.

"So, what's the problem?"

Natalia let out a sigh. "You are. Look, there's no easy way to say this. But, um, something happened back in that church. And we don't know what. We don't know why. You're dying, Sammy."

A heartbeat sounded loudly and Sam retorted, "Shut up."

HOSPITAL ROOM

Sam laid with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. There was a tube in his nose and his arm was strapped to a beeping monitor. Dean and Natalia were seated on either side of his bedside and Dylan stood behind Natalia, rubbing her back. Dean turned to look at the TV, which showed pictures of the angels falling. The headline read 'Global Meteor Shower'.

Dean and Natalia were looking at medical scans. Dylan looked at Sam.

The doctor said, "The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting many of the major organs. Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived. The coma is the result of the body doing everything in its limited power to protect itself from further harm."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Dean muttered.

"If your brother continues on this trajectory, the machines might keep him alive, but-"

"He'll be dead," Natalia deadpanned.

"Technically, yes. I'm afraid so."

Dylan looked at doctor. "So, there's no chance of recovery? No bounce-back, no nothing?"

"I'm afraid that's in God's hands now."

"You're a doctor," Dean retorted. "You're a medical professional. You're trying to tell us that our brother's life is in God's hands? What, is that supposed to be a-a comfort?"

"Mr. Dougherty-"

Natalia held up her hand before Dean could say anything. "No. God's got nothing to do with this equation."

"I didn't mean-"

"That's not good enough," Dean said, walking out.

Natalia ran after him into the corridor. "Dean?"

"Stay with Sammy. I need some time alone, okay?"

"Fine. Um, I'll let you know if anything changes."

Dean nodded and after she walked back inside Sam's room, he noticed a sign pointing to the hospital's chapel.

He entered and sat down. "Cas, Rae, are you two there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh -- he's hurt pretty bad. And, um... I know you two think that Nat and I are pissed at you two, okay? But Nat and I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you two did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here. Rae, Natalia needs her guardian angel. We need you two here." He looked around and saw six other people, sitting quietly. "Screw it. Okay, listen up. This one goes out to any angel with their ears on. This is Dean Winchester... And I need your help."