Sam watches God give life...
Dean was pitifully slow when it came to lock-picking. Sam had always felt that way. Of course, he found the task simple enough, and could manage it in a few moments. He often wanted to push his brother away and do it, but he figured that the only way Dean would be able to get better is if he got some practice.
So, bored out of his mind, Sam waited patiently as his brother picked the lock of some guy's back door. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and his foot tapped anxiously. He looked away from his brother, unable to bear watching anymore, and instead rolled his green eyes to God.
God was also bored. She wasn't one to get impatient, though, so she sat quietly on one of the damp, creaky, wooden steps that led to the small threshold.
Sam watched curiously as she reached out and gently stroked the leaves of a long dead flower.
At this point, he'd seen God perform many amazing tasks. She'd convinced a woman not to commit suicide, and brought a young man out of his coma. This, though, was beyond beautiful. It contradicted everything Sam had ever learned.
What's dead should stay dead.
Slowly, the wilting flower revived. Its brown stem grew to a bright green, the leaves following it momentarily. The petals had all fallen, and those that sat in the soil of the pot remained brown. However, new petals magically sprung, blooming gracefully within seconds. Only when the flower stood tall and proud did God release the leaf and lean back to admire its subtle beauty.