“I don’t know if anyone can hear this,” he spoke, voice hoarse and weak from the stream of tears that wouldn’t stop falling since reality set in. “Please,” he mumbled weakly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He knelt by the edge of the cheap motel bed, praying to some God he wasn’t sure if he believed in anymore. He once prayed everyday. He had faith, humanity… now the remains of his humanity were dead or being drunk away with every sip of Ruby’s blood, infecting him. The boy with the demon blood.

Ruby had him on a leash. Dean was dead. He couldn’t go to Bobby, or Ellen, or Jo, scared of what Ruby would do if he disappeared. So he prayed. He prayed until the tears came, he prayed for his brother back, he prayed for a savior. And… nothing. He was met with silence, like always. No angel, no rescuer just more—

A faint flutter of wings. He hurried to his feet, turning around to the source of the noise. An angel. Lights flickered and a shadow of invisible wings appeared on the wall behind the angel. Someone had finally answered his prayers.