Prayers in the dark
Dec. 5th, 2020 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
05/12: Each year I ask for many different things, but now I know what my heart wants you to bring.
(I had no idea how to fill this prompt and it shows)
Supernatural
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SAFE
He clasps his hand in front of himself, even if he thinks it won’t work. And why should it? He has spent enough evenings and mornings praying - for his soul, for his brother, for his father, for the family he wished they could still have, for a lot of things - and it’s not like it has ever worked.
It’s not like knowing - really knowing - there’s a God somewhere upstairs should make any difference, it’s not like He’ll suddenly start to hear him and answer to his prayers.
Still, Sam has to try, because he’s brother is dying and he’s going to hell and Sam will never see him again, or he will have to commit atrocious crimes - more than what they have already done, because he needs to be sure it worked - to be sent to Hell too.
He doesn’t know which possibility scares him the most.
So firstly he prays, he kneel on the hard floor and join his hands in front of his face, the gestures ingrained in his muscular memory.
Each year, each time, I ask for many different things, but now I know what my heart wants you to bring me, the only think I can’t risk losing.
My brother’s soul. Save him.
Save Dean.