Faith
Summary: How did Sam get his belief in angels and his faith?
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of it's characters. I only own the storyline and the Traiton family.(Mr and Mrs. Traiton, Nathan, Natalie, and Sierra).
Sam loved reading. From the moment that he could read, he did.
He was six years old and staying with Dean, at Pastor Jim's place, when he'd found the man's bible. He could recall the weight of the book, in his small hands. The leather covering had intrigued him. When Jim had come into the room, Sam was sure that he'd be in trouble. One of his father's biggest rules was that he shouldn't touch what didn't belong to him. Instead, the man of faith just smiled, taking a seat beside of him. It was that day, that he first learnt about the angels, God, Heaven, and Hell. About Noah and his ark, that he'd filled with animals. The stories had casts a spell upon him, and that night was the first time that he prayed.
At seven, Sam and Dean were able to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. Sam was quick to make friends with twins, Nathan and Natalie. On Sundays, Sam would go to church with them, their parents, and their twelve year old sister, Sierra. He'd listen to the preacher talk about the angels, eyes wide with delight. For Halloween that year, Sam had planned on being an angel with Nathan and Natalie. Of course, that didn't exactly work out, because a week before Halloween, John had come back from his hunt to retrieve his sons. Sam never did get to say goodbye to his friends, or thank the Traiton family for caring about him. He did pray for them to remember him, however.
The night after he had learnt the truth about his father, the way his mom died-everything, Sam prayed. This time, his prayers were much different. He prayed to the angels to watch out for his father, his brother, his Uncle Bobby. Himself. He prayed that his mother was happy up in heaven. He even prayed that perhaps one day, he'd be able to have a safe life. The truth didn't hurt Sam's faith. It made it much stronger. He supposed that he needed to believe that if there was so much bad out there, than there was good, too.
When Sam got with Jess, he thanked the angels. She was amazing and he was sure that they must've listened to his prayers, and brought this beautiful woman to him.
Jessica was religous. Every Sunday, they'd go to church. Sam would watch her out of the corner of his eye, a wide, fond smile upon his lips as he watched her sing the hymns. When they got back from church, she'd strip off the dress and heels, slip on a pair of sweats and a teeshirt, put her hair in a ponytail, and bake. She would smile as Sam came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, and press kisses against her neck. It felt like a home.
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Even though so much had happened in the last ten years, Sam still had his faith. He supposed it was something he would never lose. The faith had helped him through alot. It might not all be like he'd pictured, but he still believed. He didn't go to church like he did, with Jess or with the Traitons. He didn't pray everyday. But his faith was still strong. Maybe that was the biggest mystery of them all. The fact that the boy with the demon blood stil believed. That he'd gone against his destiny. That he'd locked Lucifer and Michael into their cage. Maybe he was stronger than anyone had thought.
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