Chapter 3

AN: I am not sure how the writers portray angels on the show. I haven't seen any of those episodes yet, so I'm going to wing it here. I hope this is close to the show's interpretation.

People who lived near the site thought they had heard a gunshot. Many of the neighbors investigated. Most, being used to gunshots in this rural community, did not venture past their front porch. Then a neighbor spotted lights in the distance, they looked like headlights, car headlights. After arriving at the scene the farmer and his wife called the accident in as a double fatality. It was not until the police got there and checked the 'bodies' that it was determined the brothers were alive. The ambulance was immediately called.

Sam was removed from the car easily. But it took time and effort to move the steering wheel enough to get Dean out of the car. Dean's injuries were so grave. He had not been expected to even survive extraction from the car. The ride to the hospital would be another obstacle. Then, after that, he had to survive hours of surgery.

Sam's had bruises and cuts to his face and body. But the concern with him was head injury, brain swelling and bruising. Severe damage could cause him to lapse into a coma.

Sam's eyes snapped open. He remembered immediately what had happened between him and 'Dean' in the car. Sam tried to get up, he had to find his brother. His body resisted the notion. He groaned loudly and fell back onto the bed, arms wrapped protectively over bruised ribs.

Sam's movement brought a nurse, immediately, to his side.

"Dean…my brother…" Sam said through his pain. "…where…?"

"I'm not…." The nurse started. She was not at all sure how her patient would respond to hearing his brother is in the ICU. She runs her fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

"My brother...?" Sam repeated, agitated. "Where…?" He attempted to sit up again, but the pain, again, stopped him.

Sam was breathing hard, looking pleadingly at the nurse. She gently pushed him back onto the bed.

"He's here…in another part of the hospital." The nurse replied.

"…need to…." Sam said.

"Actually, what you need is rest and your pain medication." Cindy Newport, RN stated. She again tried to calm her patient.

"…my…brother." Sam insisted.

Cindy shook her head. "You can't go see him. But I will go and see what I can found out. I'll come back and tell you, not matter what the news is, okay."

Sam considered it. But he realized he really had no choice. He was in no shape to go and see for himself. He relented. He nodded and Cindy left the room.

Cindy returned about 15 minutes later with news. And Sam could see on her face that it was not something he was going to like.

"Please, I…I just need to know. My brother…."

Cindy nodded. "He's in the ICU. He's in a coma."

Sam shook his head. "He can't die. He just can't."

"Your brother is going to be fine. Dean is going to be fine." Cindy said smiling. "So are you."

Sam looked at the nurse, confused by her manner. But he was in too much pain right now to give it much thought. He closed his eyes and passed out.

Cindy seemed to be everywhere at once. She also seemed to be the only nurse caring for Sam and Dean. She was always there. She managed to get Sam and Dean together in the same room. She was at Dean's bedside when he woke up. She was tending to both their needs, doing things they needed before they even asked.

"Are you psychic?" Dean asked Cindy. It was two days after he had woken up and 5 days after the accident.

Cindy smiled and shook her head. "Not quite."

Dean and Sam recovered quickly. They were released on the same day. Dean into Sam's care because of lingering pain from the injuries he suffered.

"I don't need any special treatment, Sam." Dean said as he and Sam entered their motel room.

"You have broken ribs, and you're having headaches." Sam said as he placed his duffel bag on his bed. "Your ribs will take months to heal. And the medicine you take for the headaches knocks you out for a couple of hours."

Dean pressed his hand to his chest as he lowered himself onto the bed. He tried to muffle his groan.

"You're proving my point." Sam said as he watched his brother.

"I can't…we can't afford this right now, Sam." Dean explained. "We can't stay in one place to long. I'll deal with the pain, and I'll take the pills when I have to."

"Dean." Sam said in a warning tone.

"I am supposed to be the one taking care of you. Not the other way around." Dean replied. "You winced when you sat down. You think I didn't see that?"

Sam nodded. "Okay…okay, but my ribs are cracked. Yours are broken."

A knock on their door interrupted their conversation. Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam checked the peep hole. He then opened the door.

"Cindy?" Dean said surprised. "You doing home health now?"

"Not exactly." Cindy said. She entered the room and turned to face the two of them. "We don't' have a lot of time here. They know where you are. And we need you completely healthy."

"Who is this we?" Sam asked.

"What are you talking about?" Dean inquired. "Who are they?"

Cindy looked at Dean. "You need to stay away from that hotel. It got you once, it'll get you again. The demon knows a way in now."

Dean stared at Sam. He nodded. "You came back to the car kind of…possessed." Sam explained. "I had probably the worst headache I've ever had. I woke up on the ground beside the car. You were nowhere to be found. I started walking to find you. I knew you were close. You can back to the car and we left. You started singing that song. You looked at me and…and there were no eyes, just blackness."

Sam looked at Cindy. "How did you know that?"

"You're gonna have to trust me." Cindy said, ignoring Sam's question. She stood in front of Sam and began to unbutton his shirt.

Sam was unable to move. He struggled to raise his arm as Cindy moved her hand to the level of his ribs. She placed her hands on both sides of his chest. Sam involuntarily sucked in a breath as he saw a glowing light emitting from Cindy's hands. Sam's body seemed filled to with warmth and peace. After a moment or two she moved her hands to both sides of Sam's head.

"You will still have your headaches." Cindy said. "But they will be far less painful."

The light dissipated. Sam let out the breath he had been holding and collapsed onto the bed.

Dean tried to move, but his body didn't respond. He had had to watch what Cindy did to Sam. He tried to do something to protect his brother. But he felt trapped in his own body.

Cindy then turned her attention to Dean. "I'm not going to hurt you, Dean. Sam is fine."

Cindy then unbuttoned Dean's shirt. She put her hands at the same spots on both sides of his chest. A sense of warmth and peace also entered his body, as Cindy's hands emitted the glow. She moved her hands to both sides of his head. His headache was instantly gone. Cindy removed her hands from both sides of Dean's head, and Dean immediately fell to his knees.

Cindy then collapsed onto the floor beside him, unconscious.

Sam got up off the bed. He helped Dean back to his feet. They moved Cindy onto one of the motel room beds. She opened her eyes about 10 minutes later. She sat up in the bed. "These things always drain me."

"Who…or what, are you?" Dean asked. "What did you do?"

Cindy sighed. "I'm an angel, well guardian angel to be more precise. The boss lets me do the healing thing every once in a while too. But mostly I'm a guardian."

The brother's both just stared at her for a moment, trying to absorb what they had just heard. But it made sense…the light, and the fact they were no longer in pain.

"You're…what!" Sam asked.

"A guardian angel." Cindy repeated.

"And you healed us?" Dean asked.

Cindy nodded. "Well, I helped."

Dean paced the room.

"You two keep us busy." Cindy said, smiling. "I just happened to catch you this time around."

"But…we never see…." Sam started.

"You're not supposed to. We usually keep our distance, watch, and help when we're needed." Cindy explained. "I was needed, this time. We hadn't anticipated the possession or the car accident. Demons are very sneaky."

Cindy looked at Dean. "You need to stay away from that hotel, Dean. It's going to use all it's power to get you there. And now it has an advantage, you're known to him. You're known in the demon world." She was extremely serious, almost pleading. "Once it has it's hooks in you, it won't let go. It'll kill you."

"I won't…." Dean started.

"You say that now. And I believe you. I believe you have no intention to. But Dean, this thing takes your will and twists it. It…."

"I won't let it!" Dean said forcefully.

Cindy nodded then looked at Sam. "Take care of him, Sam. He is really going to need you now. He…take good care of him."

Cindy went over to the bed and picked up their bags. She handed them to him. "You need to get out of here. Right now! You need to be away from this town and away from that hotel. It's…."

"What is it about that hotel?" Dean asked as he and Sam took their bags.

"We don't have any wheels." Sam said. He could only imagine how bad Dean's car had looked after the accident.

Cindy acknowledged Sam's statement, but didn't respond to him immediately.

"John was at the hotel, years ago, when you guys were kids, chasing demons. He was seduced by one a female demon, posing as the hostess. He started talking about his children. He told them about you, Dean, before he realized what she was." Cindy stated. "But the place has always been a bad one. It was a brothel. It was the site of a satanic church, a witches coven. There are probably more."

"Some seriously bad juju." Sam offered as they followed Cindy outside.

"To say the least." Cindy replied. "The best thing you can do is put some distance between yourself and this place. The Impala is outside waiting on you."

Dean and Sam stopped for a moment and stared at the car. It looked brand new. They then got over their shock and threw their bags into the back seat. Dean looked at Cindy. "How did…?"

"Divine intervention." Cindy replied. "A mechanic would have taken a month or more. No time for that."

They both got into the car and Dean started the engine.

They both looked back and watched Cindy fade into thin air.

TBC