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Note: Yes, I'm writing! Yes, I know it isn't Harry Potter. Yes, I plan to continue. Enjoy the snippet!
I know you.
I have known you since the stars were mere gleams in Gods eye.
Your birth was foretold, and when you were born there was a celebration that imploded a galaxy.
I have watched you- we all have- and I have seen your errors, your sins, your pains.
I have witnessed your mistakes and sorrows, your tears of agony and joy.
It bemused me, at first, that so much could be riding on your shoulders; your small, insignificant mortal shoulders, so heavy already with guilt and misery.
I watched as you grew, as you learned that the only ones you could trust were family.
I watched as even that was taken away from you.
I wept when you sold your soul, and prepared myself.
When the call came, legions of us fought our way into Hell.
I was determined that I be the one to reach you.
Your soul reached out to me- oh, how I must have looked to you- a beacon of hope in the very center of the pit.
And when I grasped your shoulder and tore you free I wept.
I felt your soul latch onto me, screaming out in desperation and pain but still so strong.
I was lost in that instant.
That such strength could exist within the soul of a mortal was beyond my comprehension; I was blinded by the knowledge.
I wrapped your soul tight within my sheltering arms and leaped out of the pit, my brothers carving a path for you and I with the blood of a thousand demons.
I held your soul close to me as I remade your body, perfecting every detail as though you had never been touched by the worlds unforgiving grasp.
And I left my mark, my selfishness needing to leave you a reminder of who had raised you from perdition.
I placed your soul back into its mortal shell, gently, as carefully as was possible.
And when I was finished and you breathed your first gasping breath, I withdrew.
I did not want to.
"Dean Winchester is saved."