This ficlet is a bleak bit of introspection from Sam’s POV. Because I’m feeling bleak and introspective.
Title: You can’t Google hope.
unbetaed, 960 words.
Sam slapped the laptop shut and pushed it away. After ten months of fruitlessly searching for ways to break Dean’s deal, trawling through the megabytes of useless crap that passed for
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Nicely done.
Favorite lines:
“I sat there staring at you, and I prayed. I prayed so hard Sam. I said every prayer I knew in Latin and Greek and in English.” Dean’s voice was a whisper. “And then I just begged.”
This makes me ache for him.
“Why? What fucking good did it do? No one answered.” Dean had stood with his back to Sam, staring out the window. “But demons? All it took was some cat bones at a crossroads and in five minutes I had a deal. Hell? Lot better customer service than Heaven.”
Ouch.
These days his own faith was as thin as a communion wafer.
Great analogy.
didn’t need to know the anguish and fear that gnawed away at him like rats under his ribcage.
Good analogy here, too.
The only thing he had left to take comfort in was that, when the time came, Dean wouldn’t die alone.
And again I must say it: Oh, Sam.
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