God Whispers in My Ear
For the longest time, Dean Winchester didn't believe. Well, he believed in all kinds of things; he'd seen all manner of demons and monsters and things that go bump in the night, but he did not believe in God.
God didn't much care what Dean Winchester thought of Him. He was very comfortable in the knowledge of His own reality.
The angels were less indifferent to Dean's lack of faith.
The best laid plans of mice and men- well, you know the rest, but angels are not men. Their plans are made much further in advance, and they're much more hell-bent on seeing those plans come to fruition. Unfortunately for them, the Winchester boys weren't exactly keen on doing what an invisible father commanded, not by the time the apocalypse rolled around. Perhaps it was Hell that made the difference to Dean, but it doesn't really matter.
What matters is this:
When the entire world was falling apart around him, he made his own choice. A stupid choice, really; he chose to be beaten to death by Lucifer, but he chose it out of love, and it's difficult to find fault in that.
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Note: I am untalented. This is short because it's my first attempt at writing Dean, and Supernatural in general. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Title from a song by the Editors- "The Weight of the World", and no one will ever convince me that it's not about Dean and Cas.
If I owned any of this, it would, by definition, cease to be fanfiction and just be fiction.