"I'm scared." Dean admitted, tears filing his eyes, to the beautiful darkhaired girl in white.
"Most people are. Some shouldn't be." she said softly smiling.
"I don't understand." Dean said knitting his brow.
"You will." the girl said melodically, placing her soft white hand on the side of his head. A whitelight glowed from her hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked staring into her green eyes.
"I know you sold your soul, Dean." she said quietly, her hand still glowing. "You should know that- we won't give up that easily."
"What?" Dean questioned still mesmirized.
"Like the song goes Dean, Stairway to Heaven." she chuckled musically
"Heaven? That would make you an Angel. I don't believe in Angels. Or God."
"You only believe what you can see? Well, I'm standing right here." She whispered softly. "He understands."
"After all I've done, you still fight for me?" Dean whispered drowsily, closing his eyes.
"You will be scared no more. Angels have you by the hand. Sleep now, sweet soldier. The fight is over now." she whispered sweeping a hand over his angelic face, as his heart ceased to beat.
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