If There Were A Heaven

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Supernatural or it's two incredibly hot guys.

Summary: Dean's POV. "I don't believe in Heaven. But Sam does." Not wincest.

I don't believe in Heaven. I don't believe in God, or angels. But Sam does. He prays every night, when he thinks I'm asleep. He prays for safety, for protection. And he prays for me. I have less than six months left on my deal, and it's really taking a toll on him. He thinks if he prays hard enough, a miracle will happen. But it won't. And deep down, I think Sam knows this. But that doesn't stop him from trying. For some reason, this gives me some comfort. I know he won't stop trying until I am dead.

I wish there was a way I could thank him for everything he's done. Sam's the sweetest, most innocent person I've ever known. There's not a person like him in the world. There are hunters out there who think he's some kind of evil monster, but they couldn't be more wrong. In my life, there are two kinds of people. There are good people, and there are evil people. Sam's not good, and he's not evil. Sam is pure. He represents all that is uncorrupted and untouched by darkness. He glows with an invisible light that only I can see. And whenever I'm drowning in darkness and despair, Sam's light pulls me out and back to safety. To me, he's the only good thing that exists in this world.

So no, I don't believe in God. I'm starting to think differently about angels. And Heaven, I'm not so sure. But if there were a Heaven, well, Sammy would be the first in line.