Title: Another Set of Wings

Author: Henny14

Summary: Dean Winchester was not the praying type, but his little brother was dying. The doctors said that he only had mere hours to live. He had nothing to lose, so, he did it. What he did not expect was for an angel to appear and say he'd save Sam's life if Dean helped him in an oncoming apocalypse...

Rating: T for violence and some swearing.

Warnings: AU.

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Supernatural. Those rights go to the CW and Eric Kripke.

Machines bleeped and Doctors and Nurses ran to and fro. The hospital was loud and busy, and that sickening smell was worse than ever, but none of that mattered to Dean Winchester. He sat by a bed in a private room beside his comatose little brother. It wasn't supposed to end up this way. He and Sam had been on a road trip after their father had been murdered. It had been to get away from death, not to come back to it, and if only Dean had seen the oncoming car and if only Sam hadn't been sleeping. Then maybe the doctors could have saved him. Maybe if the car had crashed into the driver's side and not the passenger's then it wouldn't have been Sam in this situation.

Sam looked so peaceful, like he was ready to die. The doctors said he had four hours max. It couldn't end this way. Dean had lost everyone. His mother had died in a fire when he was only four years old. And his Dad had been murdered. Dean wished it had been him, all those times. Then he wouldn't have to face losing his family. Dean thought back to the last time he'd felt so helpless, it had been around a year ago; when his father died.

Dean, Sam and John walked along a darkened street, carrying several shopping bags.

"This party will be awesome! Especially now that we have pie," Dean said.

"I'm proud of you Sam," John said, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Graduating Stanford. It's a real achievement."

"Thanks, Dad," Sam said, smiling slightly.

They turned down an alley, seemingly empty.

"I'm proud of you too, Dean. Taking up the family business like that. You've both made your old man proud."

Dean and Sam smiled at their father. This was the happiest they'd been in years. Now they were trying to be a family again, everything would be alright.

"PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" A man clad all in black appeared, with a mask covering his face. He had a rather large gun in his hands and was pointing it at Dean. "GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!" John and Sam removed their wallets and threw them on the ground next to the man while Dean checked his pockets.

"I don't have mine!" he shouted.

"Of course you do," the man with the gun snarled. "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!" He put his finger on the trigger and fired.

It all happened in a split second, John somehow managed to jump in front of Dean and take the bullet. The man who shot him ran away, still holding their wallets.

"Call 911!" Dean yelled, checking his father's pulse. "You're okay, Dad. You're gonna be okay."

Sam shakily took out his phone and dialled. "Hello... It's my Dad, he's been shot. There was a man with a gun. No, I didn't see his face, he was wearing a mask. Please send an ambulance! He's dying!"

Sam hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Dean... Sam..."

"Dad. We're here. The ambulance is on it's way," Sam said shakily.

"Dean... look after Sammy for me."

"Yes, sir."

"Love you boys..." he trailed off, taking one last breath before we went still.

"Dad! No, you can't leave us!"

Sirens approached and cars drew up, but all Sam and Dean cared about was their Dad, and willing him to come back to them.

Dean came out of his thoughts. This was no time to be reliving past memories. All Dean knew was that he had eternal bad luck and he knew it. Everyone he ever loved would die, sooner or later. His Dad, his Mom, now Sammy.

Dean wasn't ready to say goodbye. When the doctors had started talking about funeral arrangements he had felt nauseous. He'd told them to leave him alone and that Sam wasn't going to die. He'd threatened them, but deep down, he knew that it was the end. Dean was trying to hold back tears when he saw Sam, just lying there for the first time after the crash. Dean had needed 10 stitches, one plaster cast on his arm and he had a mild concussion. Nothing too serious . Sam looked vulnerable. Like a small child sleeping peacefully after a long couldn't stand this. This waiting for Sam to die. He hadn't said his goodbyes yet. He could not bring himself to, so Dean did something he never thought he would do in his life. He prayed.

"I need some help," Dean said. This was the number one stupidest thing he had ever done. "I need help for Sammy. Please. He hasn't done anything wrong. It should be me in that hospital bed. I'll do anything to get him back. Amen."

Dean sighed. There really was no point. But he had basically no hope left, so what did he have to lose? If Sam was gone, Dean was better off dead.

"Hello, Dean," a new voice said, almost with a hint of concern.

"Go away," Dean said, without bothering to turn. "I know you want to arrange a funeral, but Sam isn't gonna die. If you mention it again I will kick your ass," he growled.

"Dean..."

Dean turned around. He was curious, but he hated to admit it. A man wearing a trench coat and a suit stood in the doorway of the hospital room. He was new. "How do you even know my name?"

"Dean, I came because you called," the man said calmly.

"I didn't call anyone! Now LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dean growled, beginning to get really angry at this man. He stepped closer, backing the stranger closer to the wall of the hospital room.

"I'm here to help," the man began, backing further away. "I came because you prayed."

Dean stepped back. "Who are you?"

"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."

Dean scoffed. "There's no such thing."

"You prayed, and I heard you. I can heal your brother," Castiel stated, looking Dean in the eye.

"The hell you can. You heard me praying and now you're pretending to be some angel?!" Dean exploded, surging forwards and pressing Castiel up against the wall."MY BROTHER IS DYING! YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!"

"Dean," Castiel said, calmly. "I can help your brother." The lights flickered off and two great shadowy wings appeared behind him, stretching the entirety of the small hospital room. Then the lights came back on and Dean looked at Castiel. Was he for real? Had a real angel just flapped in and said he would help Sam? Dean wasn't completely buying it.

"How did you do that?" Dean questioned.

Castiel tilted his head. "I told you."

"Right. And how do you think you can help him?"

"I can heal him, but I already told you that."

"Heal him how?"

Castiel gave him a confused look and sat down on a chair by the bedside.

"I can offer you a deal. You help me and I save your brother," he said.

"And if you're a so called angel, what would I have to do?" Dean asked.

"Terrible things are afoot," Castiel said, looking serious.

"What kinds of things?" Dean asked, looking at Castiel questioningly. Dean wasn't sure about the 'Angel' but, his story seemed quite real. But, then again maybe this was some crazy dream and Sam was okay and they were back in the motel room.

"This may be hard for you to grasp, Dean."

"And this isn't? I've just met a freaking angel!"

"Dean. Everything you've ever imagined is real. The Apocalypse is coming. Lucifer is coming. You may know him as the Devil or Satan. 61 of the 66 seals have already been broken. The 66 seals are locks you could say to Lucifer's cage in hell. If all of them are broken, Lucifer walks free."

"Lucifer?! First you say angels and now the Devil? How in hell can I help you with this?" Dean exclaimed.

"You are of use. My superiors will not tell me exactly, but you have a role to play, I will tell you when you are needed."

Dean looked Castiel in the eyes. "I'll do it if you can help Sam," he said firmly.

Castiel nodded. "As you wish." He walked forward and placed two fingers on Sam's forehead. "Your brother is healed. He will sleep for a few hours. I will come when it is time."

"Thank you," Dean said, but Castiel was gone. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down and Sammy's bedside, watching him.

The doctors were calling it a miracle. Sam was healed. He lay in bed, his breathing tube removed. The 'drugs' were just wearing off and he would wake up soon.

"Dean." Sam's voice was raspy and weak.

"Sammy. Hey, s'okay. I crashed the car. You hit your head," Dean said, smiling at Sam.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean confirmed. "I'm okay, only a few mild injuries. I can't say the same about Baby though."

Sam's eyes widened. He knew how much that car meant to Dean. "Will... will you have to scrap it?"

"No! I'll fix her up. It doesn't really matter now. I'm just glad you're okay."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "I was only sleeping," he laughed weakly.

Dean grimaced. "Of course you were."

One thought surged through Dean's head. What the hell had he got himself into?

Author's Note: Here's the first chapter. Hope you like it! I currently obsessed with Supernatural, so I decided to make my creative juices flow and make this! Also, a big thanks to my Beta, Ackeberlynn. They really helped improve this fanfic and point out all my mistakes. Also, the title was taken from a song by Rocket to the Moon of the same name (I found it on a playlist of songs that reminded them of SPN). Hope you liked it, and please review. I will try and update soon! Xxxxx