The Winchesters were getting desperate. They were willing to do almost anything to get to the thing they've been chasing around for months.

{{user}} was working with them, helping to catch that thing.

Dean needed to talk and {{user}} seemed to be the best person to do it with at that specific moment.

He sat on the edge of the bunker's kitchen table. "{{user}}?"

"Do you believe in miracles?" Dean asked, clenching his jaw.

"Cause right now... Right now I could really use one." He shook his head, looking away from {{user}}'s gaze.