I have no idea where this came from, I really don't, it just kinda popped up......
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When Dean Winchester had been first approached by one of them, the Host had wept as they realized the true extent of the human's suffering. After his time in Hell, unbeknownst to Dean, Holy eyes were always upon him. Not for a second was he unwatched.
How they wished to ease his pain, to cradle him to their breast, and leave nothing but love and peace for their savior.
The demon had lied with its vile, black tongue. It was true that Dean had not lasted as long his father under the tortures of Hell, but it was not true of how it was done.
The lights of energy and magic flowed constantly in a place like the Pit. Flashes from deals being broken and made, of saints crying and evils stretching their tattered, rotting wings.
The Host could not pull all of their favoured from the Pit, there were many in Hell that were there workers, dragged down by the darkness they fought.
They could not release them, but they could ease the horrors. With so much rises and falls of colours and light, small pinpricks of their Holy light were not noticed. After the first ten years John Winchester was ready to give in, to fall over to the demons. But they intervened they gave him hope, brought up memories of his sons, of his wife; of the people he had helped and saved.
And he clung to it, and held on so tight that he lasted and endured.
In all truths the only reason he was helped was because he was a warrior of heaven. He was not the one who would become the breaker of the first seal, that had been Dean's destiny since they day he was born. John Winchester was a hunter, but was most definitely not righteous.
But Dean, he was special. No would ever be told he was anything but righteous, he lasted for thirty years of Hell, without a whisper from them, without a glimmer of light, so strong was he.
No one would ever be told otherwise as well that the falling of Dean Winchester was not partly due to the Host as well.
They were in a war, demons were causing havoc and their own angelic brothers were being silenced. Numbers were stretched so thin that their eyes, which normally would never have stopped watching the First Seal, were not always able to keep looking after Dean.
So the first day Dean Winchester faltered in his resolve, no angel was their to reassert it, to watch it.
Nor on the second, or the third. By the seventh day, when the Host finally came back to Dean, it was already to late.
It took seven days for God to create the world.
It took seven days for man to destroy it.