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First upload, bit shy so it's sweet and short.
Dean prayed for the first time in his life when Sam left in Flagstaff. He got on his knees, pressed together his hands and asked that his brother be alright. He didn't ask for Sam's return, just that he was in good condition. The second time, Dean asked that Kirsty Hendrick would notice him (he could take care of the rest). A higher power answered only the first prayer, Sam was alright, and in time he did return.
Dean pray's now. He's on his knees, with tears forming, though he tries his hardest to keep them from spilling. If anyone can hear me, if anyone even gives a damn, I just want my Dad back... I-I just want my Dad back.
"Dean! What do you want for lunch? I'm about to go grab something." Sam called, standing next to Bobby's truck. Dean picked up a wrench and busied himself with the Impala.
"Usual Sammy. Extra bacon!" He called back.
"Yeah, yeah."
Dean heard the truck start and pull away. He waited until the engine noise faded into the distance before falling back onto his knees. Please.