"Here's something," Sam said, looking up at Dean from his laptop.
"What, a case?" Dean asked, coming up next to him. "Good, I'm getting stir-crazy in here."
"I'm not sure. But I think so," Sam answered, looking at his computer screen. "Apparently, there's this ICU ward in Munster, Indiana. One or two of the patients everyday seem to be undergoing some type of miraculous healing. People waking up from comas, people with severe brain injuries showing no sign of it the next day, people whose internal bleeding literally disappears overnight. People are calling it the 'miracle ward.' It's almost like-"
"Someone's binding a reaper," Dean said, finishing his sentence.
"That's what it looks like. You know, if we're dealing with a reaper, we might want to call Cass on this one."
Dean shook his head. "Nah, the guy's got his own problems. Besides, we can handle this ourselves. Go there, find the binding sigil, find the person doing the binding, ice them, and go home."
Sam silently shuddered at how casually Dean was talking about killing another human being. But they didn't have a choice. Whoever was behind it was killing one or two people everyday. "Fine, let's go," he said, closing his laptop.
The brothers made their way to Mother of Mercy hospital in Munster, Indiana. They suited up and began making their interviewing rounds inside the ward. Of course, Sam got stuck talking with some religious fanatic who claimed the patients were being healed "by the grace of God" and that angels were watching over them. He looked over at Dean who was talking with one of the male nurse. He could see by Dean's expression that he was enjoying himself way too much, so Sam began making his way over to them. As he was walking up, he heard Dean say, "So. . .being a male nurse, I bet that gets you a lot of chicks, right?" The man looked annoyed, like he was used to getting those kinds of remarks. Sam held up his badge. "Hi, I'm Agent Tyler, Agent Perry's partner. Is there a problem here?" The man's aggravation became plain as he started talking. "Yeah, there's a problem. Tell your friend here not to insult a legitimate profession. I want to help people, just like you."
"Yeah, I'm sure you want to help us real good," Dean said with a smirk.
"I'm married and have 6 kids."
"Wow, can you say 'over-compensating?' " Dean asked, turning to Sam with pure amusement on his face.
"Agent Perry, that's enough," Sam said, like a parent to a misbehaving child. "Excuse me, sir," he said, turning to the nurse. "I was just wondering if the ward's always been this . . ."
"God-happy?"
"Exactly."
"Hell, no" he answered with a laugh. "The only godliness was outside on the name of the place."
Dean immediately became serious, intrigued by his answer. "What changed?" he asked.
"Now you want my help?" the man snapped.
"Sir, please," Sam said gently. "What changed?"
The man looked at Sam and sighed in concession. "These new people who started working the night shift. They're fanatics. You know, real Jesus-freaks. Then all of a sudden, all these healings started happening, and people got hooked. Or as I'm tempted to say, brain-washed."
Sam smirked. "I take it you didn't hop on the God-train then."
The man shook his head. "Not if I can help it. I was on vacation and just came back yesterday. It's like working with the Stepford Wives. It's creepy, unnatural, how happy everyone is all the time."
"Do you have the names of these people?" Sam said, pulling out a notebook.
"Sure, there's three of them. Monica, Tess, and Andrew."
"Last names?"
"As far as I know, they don't have any. I even checked their files."
Sam exchanged glances with Dean. "Um, thank you for your time. And I think that nursing is a very noble profession."
"Yeah, for girls," Dean muttered.
Sam smiled apologetically at the man and pulled Dean out by his suit jacket.
