I Didn't Hear Anyone Pray
It's an ordinary day; cars zipping down the street, children frolicking, the sun beaming down brightly.
But it's not going to stay that way, not if Sam has anything to do with it.
He's been observing for a while now, getting the lay of the land.
Doing little things, like mapping Ben's routes to and from school, casing the house, and most importantly- looking for a way in.
He knows it would be easier to just snatch Ben walking home from school and go, but this way is just more... satisfying.
For what's the point of a kidnapping if you don't get to see the pain, the fear that you cause, don't get to relish the beautiful smell of despair.
Isn't that what everyone lives for?
Oh, they all claim otherwise...but on the inside they're all just like him; creatures driven by the desire to destroy.
And destroy he will.
It happens on a lazy Monday afternoon.
Ben's ambling home with his I-pod in his ear.
He doesn't hear the car, doesn't even see it until its right next to him.
He drops the I-pod and attempts to scream.
A second later a hand clamps down on his mouth and a bag covers his head, blanketing his world in darkness.
Sam's in Ben's room, quietly waiting while he caresses the handle of his favorite knife.
The door squeaks like a dying child, and when he looks up there's Dean in the doorway.
His brother asks, "Castiel?"
Sam smiles softly and replies "I didn't hear anyone pray."