[Dean doesn't pray, either. Not the man she knows and not the one standing beside her; if he prays it's only to curse anyone that could stand by and let the things that happen, happen.
All there is, he'd once told his brother, fiercely, firmly, so he would stop his foolish hoping for some higher, benevolent power, is chaos and violence. It comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. That is true, of course, and even moreso now than ever, but the irony is that Dean still has faith. He has unshakable, unbreakable faith, but nothing good to say to God.
She bows her head and he looks at her, but he already knows what he's going to do. This is not the Vin he knows, and he might pay for his stupidity before he even registers it as happening, but he already knows. She doesn't cry, but he eases closer and reaches to circle her shoulders with one arm, to offer what reassurance he can.
It's breakable and thin, but it's his. It's what he has, and he'll give it to her if she'll take it.]
[Spam : Day One]
All there is, he'd once told his brother, fiercely, firmly, so he would stop his foolish hoping for some higher, benevolent power, is chaos and violence. It comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. That is true, of course, and even moreso now than ever, but the irony is that Dean still has faith. He has unshakable, unbreakable faith, but nothing good to say to God.
She bows her head and he looks at her, but he already knows what he's going to do. This is not the Vin he knows, and he might pay for his stupidity before he even registers it as happening, but he already knows. She doesn't cry, but he eases closer and reaches to circle her shoulders with one arm, to offer what reassurance he can.
It's breakable and thin, but it's his. It's what he has, and he'll give it to her if she'll take it.]