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.
