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“You’re very lucky, Mister Winchester. You must have some guardian angel looking out for you,” the doctor murmured, reviewing Dean’s charts. The Rawhead’s electrocution had shattered his heart, yet scans now showed perfection. Dean suspected the truth: you. Resting in the hospital, the familiar rustle of wings broke the silence. Dean chuckled, opening his eyes to find her. “How much shit did you get into for saving my ass?” he asked gruffly. She seemed to glow, ethereal and radiant. “Did Big Daddy in the sky finally let you come down to me?” he queried, searching her face.