I don't think I can do this anymore.

I look at all the pain and suffering. (And Lord, I know that isn't you.)

But I'm getting so tired.

(When's the cavalry coming?)

I'm spent. Truly.

It's not just the Winchesters. It's everyone else too.

I can't help them all – I can't stop them all losing their faith in you.


"What do you want?"

"The Winchesters."

"I don't know where they are, and even if I did I'd never tell you."

"I know."


Thank you Lord for releasing me.

The Winchesters though.

They'll be okay?


A/N Religion is a very sensitive subject and I mean no disrespect or offence whatsoever to anyone with this. I view Pastor Jim as a religious figure who would "talk" or "pray" to God as a perfectly natural thing. (And who died a brave death). If I have caused any offence, please PM me.