Echoes Of Thunder
He's in the church again for the third time in four days.
But he's not praying, just contemplating.
Contemplating the cruelty of both the demons and the angels, the negligence of god, and the enormity of the despair that is pressing down on him like a mountain.
Mostly, he's pondering the latter.
And trying to mitigate it with the aid of the small flask of whiskey that is ensconced within his jacket.
Then once he has taken a quick swig, he silently pulls out his pistol and examines it.
Thinks about how easy it would be to end it all and tries to gather the nerve to do so.
But instead he ascends from the pew once more and heads towards the doors because he knows the truth.
Because he knows that the war is never really over.
Because he knows that something evil will come here looking for him.
And because Dean knows that his family will be slaughtered in his place if he isn't ready when the forces of darkness come calling.
And that is something that he will never allow to happen again.