A/N: For Laura. I've always wondered whether Dean kept his promise to Layla, which is probably where this little fic came from.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.
As he adjusted his collar and glanced at his reflection, he saw a pretty face in his mind, blonde hair, blue eyes
As he adjusted his collar and glanced at his reflection, he saw a pretty face in his mind, blonde hair, blue eyes. Layla.
"I'm gonna pray for you," his own words echoed in his mind and as he stared at himself, about to impersonate a priest, he wondered if he could keep his promise. He had never really believed. He had always thought that if there was such a good God watching over us all then he wouldn't stand by as demons and monsters roamed the earth, killing innocent people.
But he had really wanted to believe, if only just for a moment, that something was going to take care of Layla. To help her. He wanted to keep her safe, because in some small way he felt responsible for her not being healed by Roy. She was a good person. But that was just it, she was such a good person, she had faith, so why did she have to get sick in the first place? Why couldn't she have a long, happy life like he knew she deserved?
Dean tore his eyes away from his reflection. No matter what he felt about God, he had to try. He didn't know if it'd mean much coming from him, but he wanted to keep his promise, he wanted to try, he couldn't let Layla down.
He closed his eyes, here goes nothing, he thought. Erm, God? Are you there? Okay Dean, you've officially lost it. Well done. He shook his head then bowed it forward and clasped his hands together in front of him. Okay, look God, I promised someone I'd do the whole, praying thing for them so, here it goes. Please help Layla. She's a good person. She doesn't deserve to die. Please, save her. Please.
"I'm gonna pray for you" – and he did. He sent a silent prayer for her every night until the day he died. Every time his words got a little less uncomfortable to whisper to himself and every once in a while he truly felt that he was making a difference, But he was wrong.
It never made any difference.