Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to publish this chapter, school is keeping me busy! As always, thank you for the continued support! :) Let me know if there is anything you would like Maddy and the Winchesters to do next!

My mind buzzes with questions as I step around Dean's shocked figure and stare at Castiel, "An angel?" I ask, confusion in my voice, "I didn't think they actually existed."

He's wearing a suit and tie with a long trench coat over the top, not exactly what I envisioned an angel would wear. He looks at me, "Yes." He states, "We keep an eye on humans, but I have grown fond of watching you three."

This snaps Dean out of his daze, "Watching us?" He shouts, "Why are you going all peeping tom on us?"

Castiel faces Dean, "I am not sure what that is in reference to." Dean and I exchange glances as Castiel continues, "You save people with the work that you do. I enjoy watching you banish the evil that walks the Earth."

"Dude…" Dean says, "That is beyond creepy, knowing you guys are watching us from up above."

A thought occurs to me, "So if angels are real, then heaven is real also?" I don't know why we never believed in angels. We know demons and hell exist, so there must be angels and a heaven.

"Yes." Castiel says, "It is a little different from the stories that humans read, but there is a heaven."

I nod as fresh tears come to my eyes, "Is-is Sam in heaven? He definitely deserves to be." Dean turns towards me and puts his arm around me, quietly showing his emotional side.

"Ah, yes, Sam. He is the reason that I have come down to Earth." He looks back at me, "I heard your prayer about him and decided that I should intervene." I stare back at him, confused. Then remember the silent prayer that I said a couple minutes ago.

"Oh," I say, "I didn't realize that was a legit prayer, I was kind of just talking to myself." I shiver a little as the night grows colder, but the idea of Sam being in a better place warms my broken heart.

"Sam's soul resides in a between zone of heaven and hell." Castiel explains, "I believe that I can retrieve it and bring him back to the living."

Dean sucks in a sharp breath and tightens his arm around me. He looks down at me with a shimmer of hope in his eyes, making the forming tears in my own eyes spill onto my cheeks. He returns his gaze to Castiel, "He would be good as new? No weird side effects?"

Castiel nods, "I myself might get into some trouble, but Sam will be perfectly fine." My world spins a little as I imagine reuniting with Sam, hugging and kissing him again. I don't realize that I'm falling until Dean pulls me back upright, "Are you okay?" He asks with panic in his eyes.

I pull myself back to the present, "Yes," I breathe, wobbling a little, "this is just very overwhelming." I choke back more tears, "I just want to see Sam again."

"Okay," Castiel nods, "I will work on finding Sam's soul and returning it back to his body. You should wait by his side and I will return to you when I am finished." With a wing flapping sound, Castiel disappears and Dean and I are left alone.

We make our way to the car, I roll my window down as we drive so that the cold air can wash over me. My eyes start to get heavy and I count in my head, realizing that I haven't slept in about 22 hours. We pull up to Bobby's house and he comes rushing out, demanding answers for why we were gone for so long. Dean reassures him that neither of us made a deal and fills him in on the angel business.

His eyes widen, "An angel?" he looks back and forth between Dean and I, "And he just said he'd fix Sam, no charge?" Dean and I both nod. "Something seems fishy about all this."

I walk over to Bobby and melt into his warm embrace, "There's nothing else we can do. We just have to trust Castiel." I say, my voice muffled by his shirt. I pull back and give him a weak smile before walking into the house. I pull a cot from one of the closets and place it next to the couch where Sam lays. I lay down and take one of his ice-cold hands in mine as I try to fight sleep, but it pulls me under.

I hear voices talking close by, but my eyes stay firmly shut. I feel like I should be doing something, what were we doing yesterday? My mind starts to clear, and I feel someone pushing my hair behind my ear. I lazily open my eyes and blink at Sam's smiling face, watching me from the couch. I freeze, SAM IS SITTING IN FRONT OF ME. I gasp and sit up quickly so that I can better see him.

"Hi." He says, a smile spreading across his face. I jump off my cot and into his lap, straddling him between my legs. I hug him as tightly as possible and he hugs me back with the same force. I pull back, so I can see his face, I grab it between my hands and kiss him softly.

"I can't believe it." I say, "You're really here, I-I don't even know what to say."

He wipes the tears that I didn't realize were falling onto my cheeks. He smiles at me, "I wanted to wake you, but Dean said that you had a rough couple hours and that you really needed the sleep." I want to strangle Dean, I wanted to be there when Sam woke up! However, I am too happy to dwell on this for long because Sam is here!

I kiss him again, to ensure that he truly is sitting here underneath me. I slide off his lap and bury myself in his side and he puts his arm around me, holding me tight against him. I sigh, "I didn't know what I was going to do without you. I felt empty, nothing mattered anymore."

He matches my sigh, "I don't remember anything from after, but I remember the pain of the cut on my neck. I could feel myself fading, but all I could think about was you." I wrap my arms around his torso, "I saw the life that we could have had, I used those happy visions to dull the pain until everything went black."

He leans down and kisses me more passionately, and things may have escalated if someone didn't clear their throat behind us. I look at the doorway and find Bobby, Dean and Castiel watching us. Dean laughs, "Cas just needs to check and make sure everything is in order, then you can, uhh, resume." Bobby chuckles and I feel my face turn bright red. I scoot away from Sam, but he keeps my hand firmly in his.

Castiel comes to stand in front of Sam, he puts two of his fingers on his forehead, where a yellow glow starts to emanate. I stare wide eyed at Cas until he pulls away, "Everything seems to be in order." He turns to me and looks at my cast, "I could heal your arm if you wanted me to." I look down at my cast and think about the itch on my wrist that I haven't been able to reach for the past week. "That would actually be one of the best things ever."

We manage to get the cast off with a mix of power tools and big scissors. I ignore the shooting pains that flow through my arm and wrist because I know it will be over soon. I sit at the kitchen table and rest my arm gingerly on the table. Sam stands behind me while Castiel comes to stand over me. He hovers his hand over my arm and the same yellow glow comes out of his hand. I gasp as I feel the pain diminish and the bones move together in my arm. I stare down at it, "Amazing." Is all I can manage to say.

I flex my fingers and look up at Cas, "Thank you so much! That cast was really starting to get annoying." I look at him more seriously, "Also, thank you for risking yourself to save Sam. We'll be forever grateful."

He nods and looks at all of us, "I should return to heaven to explain what I have done. If you ever need me just call out and pray to me." He doesn't say any kind of goodbye, he just disappears.

Dean flops into the chair next to me, "This has officially been the strangest forty-eight hours of my life." Bobby pops open some beers and places one in front of Dean, who immediately downs half the bottle. Sam sits on my other side and Bobby plops down across from me. We drink our beers in silence for a few minutes, each trying to figure out what just happened.

My stomach starts to growl, and I look down at my watch, one o'clock in the afternoon, I really slept the day away. Bobby laughs at the sound, "Should we order some pizza?" he starts to get up to look for the phone number, but I stop him, "Um, why don't Sam and I go into town and pick up some burgers?"

Sam picks up on what I'm trying to do, "Yeah, the burgers are always better than the pizza. We can just run out real quick." Dean, sadly, also picks up on what we are trying to do. He smirks and tosses the car keys to Sam, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." I turn red for the second time today and turn away from them to get my jacket.

Sam holds the door open for me and we make our way towards the car. We pull away from the house and once we are out of sight Sam pulls the car behind a stack of old crushed up cars. I rip my seatbelt off before the car is even stopped, Sam does the same. He grabs my face and kisses me passionately. We somehow manage to get over the front seat and onto the back bench where Sam pulls my clothes off. We don't get enough alone time, so we make the best of it when we do. Yesterday I thought that I had lost Sam forever, having him here underneath me is surreal.

I lay panting against his chest a little while later and he rubs his hand up and down my back. I sigh as my stomach growls again, "I guess we really do need to make a burger run." Sam laughs and kisses the top of my head, "Anything for you." I sit up and start to pull my clothes back on. Sam watches me, which makes a smile creep onto my face. He sits up and brushes the hair out of my face, "You are so incredibly beautiful, I love you so much."

I kiss him softly, "I love you too, Sam." We get back into the front seat and speed off into town.

I hold the bag of burgers on my lap as we pull up in front of Bobby's house. Sam turns off the car but neither of us moves to get out, we just look at each other. He takes one of my hands, "What did you and Dean do when you thought I was dead?"

My arms get goosebumps when I think back to the crypt and Sam laying on the cold floor, white as a sheet. I squeeze his hand, "We sat with you for what seemed like hours, Dean kept whispering about how he had failed you." He stares back at me, silently telling me to keep talking, "We brought you here, to Bobby's, and I sat next to you for a long time while Bobby and Dean contacted everyone they knew, hoping to find a way to help you."

I take a shaky breath, "I had an idea, but I knew that I couldn't tell Dean or Bobby because they would probably lock me in the panic room." Sam looks at me with a confused expression, "I gathered the necessary supplies and walked a few miles until I found what I needed; a crossroads."

He looks at me, alarmed, and whispers "You were going to make a deal?"

I close my eyes and rub circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, "Yes. I dug the hole for the box and everything, but I couldn't do it. I knew that you would look at me the same way you are now. So instead of making a deal, I just cried for you." I open my eyes to find his expression has changed back to sympathy. "That's where Dean found me, and where Castiel appeared."

He takes the burger bag from my lap and places it on the floor and then takes both my hands in his. Then he pulls me to him and we hug, showing each other how much love we have between us. Suddenly, my door is ripped open and Dean sticks his head inside, "I couldn't wait any longer, I'm starving. Wrap it up and come inside, love birds." He grabs the food bag and heads back into the house.

I turn my attention back on Sam, "Please don't tell him what I told you, but he was a mess while we sat in that crypt." Sam glances towards the house, "He put on a brave face, probably for me, but the light in his eyes faded. He blamed himself for everything."

Sam swallows hard and just nods, not trusting his voice. I clear my throat, "But enough with the heavy. Everything is back to the way it should be, so let's go eat burgers and drink beer!"

Sam laughs, and we get out of the car, where he throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to him. I never get tired of being around Sam Winchester, and I hope I'm never without him again.