He prayed for you for so long. He felt like a fool.

Just when he needed your help most, you wouldn't show up and get your ass down from Heaven. He should've known this would happen. But still, there was some hope that maybe, just maybe, you would show up.

And that little flicker of hope was right. Hours later, in the middle of the night, you finally came. Dean was laying in bed silently, just about to drift off into sleep to get rid of the annoyance he felt for you. But then, you appeared in the corner of the room. Even though you stood there silently, he could sense your presence and jolted upright in his bed, barely containing a scream.