Elsa POV

I hate hospitals.

The only thing that hospitals remind me of are pain and suffering and thats kind of like deja vu for me. It reminds me of my brothers and the war that took place before Lucifer fell. Everyday a thousand angels would be reported missing and then the next day a thousand more would follow.

Michael always told me to never show compassion for the dead and the fallen but thats easy for him. He doesn't have human emotions.

That's right you heard me. I am the only angel with what humans call emotions. I was an experiment from God to see if emotions were a strength for humanity or a weakness. Some angels used to call me the mother of humanity (Which I don't particularly like because it makes me sound really old.) Well I mean I am old but its not like I want to go around telling people that.

I walk down the long corridor with Cas in front of me. Protecting me.

Urgh I hate that! Why is he suddenly acting like he's my bodygaurd? Wait. I made him like this. I gave him an order like a soilder. I guess now I have to live with the consequences.

Cas stops by one of the rooms and moves aside so I can look though the window. Suddenly my vessels heart stopped. There, in an old hospital bed slept the now broken Dean Winchester.

What every angel used to call the righteous man was now a broken soul. The visions started to come and I could see his scars from Hell, his fights with his brother, and his pain, suffering, and loss. A few tears leaked out of my eyes as I clenched my fist.

How could this man have suffered so much? Why didn't anyone stop it?! Dean going to Hell could have been easily avoided if another guardian was put in my place. Why did this happen?

I was interrupted out of my thoughts when Sam Winchester got up out of his chair and starting walking towards us. He quietly closed the door and before he even looked up at us I could smell it. The demon blood.

Everything inside me froze up and I tried best not to freeze the hospital floor. What? Sam has been drinking demon blood?! How?! Could Castiel not smell it? Or was he just ignoring the fact Sam was treading on a dangerous path. I'm guessing the second one. This family is even more broken then I thought. How could Cas allow this to happen?

Sam walked up to us with a furious expression and pointed a finger at Cas. "You! Get out of here Castiel!." Cas just looked and Sam with a stoned expression. "Sam. If you would just listen to me…"

But Sam interrupted Cas, spewing words laced with venom.

Then he noticed me standing next to him and pointed a finger. " Who the hell are you?!"

Although I didn't appreciate his tone I responded "Hello Sam Winchester, my name is Elsa. I am an angel of the Lord."

Sam threw his head back and gave a sarcastic "Wow. Great. Just what we need. Another dick angel telling us what to do."

I was shocked at Sam's words. He never used to talk like that. It must be the demon blood.

He turned back to Cas. "So Cas, are you here to heal him or what?!" Castiel looked away shamlessly. "I told you Sam I can't."

Wait what? I turned to Cas. "Wait wait wait. Why the hell not Cas?!"

He turned to me and said "Heaven has not allowed it Lady Elsa."

I snapped back at him "What?! Bullshit! You are their guardian Castiel so do it!" Castiel looked down at his feet.

Was he serious right now?! "Ok fine. If you won't heal him I will."

Cas and Sam's heads both looked up at me with disbelief, Castiel more worriedly. "What? Els.. Lady Elsa no. You can not do that."

I looked at him with a stoned expression. "Don't tell me what to do Castiel." And with that I stepped into the hospital room.

I knew what he meant. If I was weak after healing a couple cuts then I would be exhausted healing broken bones and internal bleeding. But I had to try.

I walked up to Dean's bed and leaned towards him. He smelled like old spice and achohal. Probably from Bobby's. He always loved to spend time there.

I leaned closer and placed a light kiss on his forehead. Slowly all of his cuts and bruises melted away and he looked peaceful. Well,from the outside.

I can't heal his scars and pain. This was all my fault. If I hadn't ran away like a coward Dean would still be a plucky young playboy. Not this.

White spots clouded my eyes and I started to fall forward but strong arms caught me before I could hit the gruond.

Castiel.

He moved me over to the open chair and sat me down. He sat in the other chair across from the bed. It wasn't long before he woke up.

Castiel moved closer to Dean. "Are you alright?" Dean looked at Cas. "No thanks to you." He was still groggy and didn't notice me. Maybe that was for the best.

I got up out of the chair and walked out of the room. They needed to have a private conversation. I leaned against the door and suddenly I heard crying.

I leaned closer and I could hear Dean saying " I can't do it Cas. Its to big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. Im not….strong , I guess I'm not the man neither of our dad's wanted me to be. Find someone else. Its not me."

This broke my heart. How could this man take so much pain? I couldn't take it anymore. I WILL fix this. Even if it means the angels will want me dead it doenst matter. I will fix what I have broken.

I snapped my fingers and I was standing in the very same kitchen as this morning. I heard giggles down the hall and I thought of Gabriel. He's going to kill me.

I grabbed a pen and I wrote him a letter.

Dear Gabe,

I need to leave for a little bit. The Winchesters need me. I know what this means and I am ready to face the consequences. Hope you had fun with your Librarian.

Love, Elsa.

I looked around the house one last time. Am I really ready to do this? Am I willing to risk my life for one human? The answer was simple. yes.