Bobby and I were sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him. Sam was sitting in a chair in the opposite corner talking to Dean, who was standing.
"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam said.
"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Dean said.
"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked.
"Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie." Dean said. Bobby and I looked up from the books.
"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam said.
"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. You just did, Dean." Sam said.
"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me." Dean said.
"Dean, we have a theory." Sam said.
"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please." Dean said.
"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we –" Sam started.
"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!" Dean said.
"You two Chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby said and they walked over.
"I got stacks of lore -- Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit." Bobby said.
"What else?" Dean asked.
"What else, what?" Bobby asked.
"What else could do it?" Dean asked.
"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing." Bobby said.
"Dean, this is good news." Sam said.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam said.
"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" I asked.
"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby said.
"I don't know, guys." Dean said.
"Okay, look. I know you're not all choir boy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam said.
"Proof?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Sam said.
"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it." Dean said.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Dean asked.
"Dean –" Sam said.
"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy." Dean said.
"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs." I said.
"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God." Dean said.
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Broken Promises - SPN 4
FanfictionAli had to adjust to life without Dean. She began hunting on her own. Four Months pass. She walks into Bobby's house to Dean. Little did she know, this was a step towards everything they knew changing. ...
