Log ongoing; Closed

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When; Right after the Dante's curse
Rating; R
Characters; Dean and Sam Winchester
Summary; Sam's holing up and Dean's going to see what's wrong.
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As soon as he got the text from Sam, Dean headed out in the Impala driving at breakneck speed. It was easy to do in the City with cars being far and few. He had to watch for people walking around but blaring Zeppelin helped alert them. He squealed to a stop in front of the church, grabbed the keys out and locked the car up before running into the church.

"Sammy!"

The note about being quiet in church, Dean never got that.

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Sam was sitting in one of the pews closer to the alter, but not in the first one. It didn't feel right, being that close when he's so very very far from holy. It was stupid, and he knew it was stupid, but he sat in the third one anyway, and crossed his hands on the back of the pew in front of him.

He prayed. For hours, before texting Dean, Sam sat in that position - eyes closed, head bowed - and prayed. It was the first time in a very long time, because the past few years had disillusioned him so much, and he wasn't even sure what he was looking for. Salvation? Redemption? It all seemed...wrong. Like it wasn't really what he needed. Like no matter how much he begged for God to listen to him, God's grace wasn't what he needed.

What Sam needed came bursting through the doors sooner than he expected him to, and he turned to face his brother with worn eyes that might've been crying at some point during the day; he wasn't really sure. It was a good thing there was no one else in the church that late. And despite the berating Dean was going to get for his flashy entrance, Sam was already starting to feel better.

"Dude. At least pretend you have some semblance of respect."

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That just gets Sam a 'who the hell are you and what are you smoking' look.

"Yeah 'cause I just scream respect when it comes to God and angels."

He sauntered down the aisle toward the pew and sits down next to Sam, purposely bumping his shoulder against Sam's and his knee against Sam's.

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Sam expected nothing less. It's comforting, both the contact and the glare. Dean was always his stronghold, kept him grounded. Just sitting there, staring up at the alter with him by his side was enough. It took him awhile to speak again.

"I hate October," he said dully, moving his hands from the pew to his lap but keeping his gaze on the alter, "I mean, I've always hated Halloween, but. I hate October."

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"Yeah, October is worse here than it was at home."

Dean looks over at Sam. "I'm still here though. No matter how bad it gets."

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Sam dropps his head into his hands, palms to his eyes and shook his head. Tired, so goddamn tired, and having Dean around always makes it better but somehow it also made it worse. "I know you are. And part of that scares the crap outta me, Dean. I turned into a demon and you still didn't back down." He goes quiet for a second, shaking his head yet again, and he swallows before he speaks. "I don't want to hurt you again, Dean. I can't."

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Dean shakes his head and lets out a breath. It's not a sigh. It's...just tired and weary and not having any answers. "Sam, none of it hurts for long. Not when I get you back."