Gee, I'm still not the owner of Supernatural! And I don't own Scooby Doo either.

Hello! I have tried something new; planning. I have planned the rest of this story, so this should be easier than free writing like I usually do. Here we go!

"I can do it," Cas said after leaning up from Lucy's unconscious form. "But Rafael is extremely powerful. It will take time."

"How much time are we talking here?" Dean asked, not sure if he should be angry at Rafael or at himself.

"Months, maybe years," Cas replied nonchalantly.

"Cas, last time we checked, we don't exactly have years to wait. We have a battle to win in about three months!"

"I don't work miracles," Cas seethed before disappearing.

"You're a freaking angel! Of course you work miracles!" But, Cas didn't hear it.

As the months passed, each one of the group grew more and more anxious. At one point, Dean made a joke about them being more anxious than the earth. At the beginning of their wait, Cas would show up at night to work some sort of angel magic on Lucy, but at one point, Cas gasped and made some sort of discovery, and never showed up at the hospital again. Dean would call and call, but Cas never showed. They were beginning to doubt the effects of his counter magic. Marie would work on Lucy, playing her favorite songs. She even brought in a DVD of Scooby Doo to play.

"We get charged extra for using the cable, right?" She questioned the male nurse.

"Yep," He said while checking over a clipboard.

"What if I never use the cable?" He looked up and moved an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Have fun staring at the static."

"Will I still be charged?" He sighed.

"You will be charged for the amount of power you use. Now, I have bed pans to change." He brushed aside her and Marie chuckled evilly. She marched back to her room and pulled a DVD player out of her purse.

"You smuggled a DVD player into the hospital? Really?" Dean laughed at her.

"Scooby Doo has been Lucy's favorite cartoon since she was old enough to drool. Lay off, bro." She spent about a half hour figuring out how to hook up the DVD player, and then slipped in the disc. Marie had seen these episodes so many times she could predict every single line as it came along. Sometimes she caught herself speaking in a Shaggy voice, earning her strange looks from the group.

"Oh, shut up," She told them. "You boys have made so many movie references I could cry." But all this work never woke Lucy up. She didn't as much as smile anymore. Marie was sad about this. No; sad was an understatement. Devastated seemed to better fit the situation. The only thing that would make her feel better was Lucy waking up. Yes, the only thing that would make me feel better, she thought to herself. How selfish. She spent the remainder of her time at the hospital with Lucy brushing up on her Scooby speak and getting various lyrics permanently imbedded into her mind.

"That's not going to wake her up," a middle aged male doctor said kindly as he walked into the hospital room. Marie jumped up and hid the phone behind her back.

"I know there's a no phones rule, but-" He laughed at her.

"I don't care about the phone. As long as you put it away," He raised his eyebrows and she quickly shut off the music and put the cell phone into her pocket. "I'm glad she has someone to watch over her other than those boys out there. What is their relation, anyway?"

"Cousins," She said quickly.

"And you?"

"Sisters," she responded quietly. It was technically true, since her mom had adopted Lucy, they were legal sisters.

"Yes, well, I'm glad you're trying and all, but that stuff can only impact her dreams. I've seen it all before, and it hardly ever helps. Keep it up if it helps you, but know it doesn't really help her." It wasn't the kindest set of words Lucy had ever heard, but it was realistic, and she was glad for that.

"Okay."

"And keep that phone out of here. It messes with the equipment." She nodded obediently and sat back down. It might have actually have been helping her more than it had been impacting Lucy. She was just so set on when she had smiled, and she knew Lucy wasn't broken, so she had kept trying. Nothing else had affected her, though. Marie was just hanging on to a memory… After all, it was just one more day until the Alignment. Lucy needed to wake up! Was the sun shining in on the window, or was Lucy shining? It definitely wasn't the sunlight. It was after six and the sun was setting. The shine got brighter. She called out to the Winchesters after Lucy began to slowly levitate off the bed. They rushed in the door.

"What's going on?" They soon got their answer. Lucy got higher and higher off of the bed and her sheets fell away to her sides. She was about a yard away from the ceiling and she stopped, tipping right way up, her feet toward the ground, and she was gently placed down. She looked up slowly, sorrow filling her eyes. A pained look crossed her face, a look so incredibly broken, and then she fell to her knees, sobbing.

"Lucy," Marie whispered, bending to wrap her arms around her. She sobbed into her shoulder and they sat, lying on the hospital floor like that for hours.