Disclaimer:I do not own SPN.

Author's Note:Just an idea that popped into my head the other day. I've noticed a few people doing stories like 'Five times something happened and one time it didn't'. So I figured I'd give it a shot. This is told in Castiel's POV, in a way. Not set in any particular season. Spoilers:Anything's game.

Castiel had heard many prayers in his day. Some of them were directed towards Pagan Gods, others toward angels, and Some towards his very own father. Castiel may not have met the Winchesters until they were all grown, but he had known them since they were children. That was the first time Sam prayed, when he was a child. He was eight, and it was the day after Christmastime. Castiel remembered hearing clear as a bell,

"Dear God,

I know I've never spoken to you before, but Pastor Jim told me once that it was never too late to start talking to you. And my friend Denise told me I should pray to you if I'm worried or sad. Well, I'm worried about my Dad and Big Brother. I'm really, really scared. I just found out what my Dad does. He fights monsters. And Dean helps yeah, okay, I guess that's pretty cool...but what if they get hurt? I don't what them to leave me like Mommy had to. So could you please, please protect them for me? I would appreciate so much. Thank you, God. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to end, so um, thank you.

Castiel had smiled at the end of the prayer. Most of the Angels heard prayers like this. It annoyed some of them, but not Castiel. And he thought it kind of the young child to be so concerned for his family's well-being.

Sam prayed daily after that, but the next time he truly needed spiritual help, he was 12.

"Dear God,

That's not true, right? Mom loved me. Dean and Dad told me should did.

But Jacob said she didn't. And why would she leave if she loved me? I know

that it's not her fault she left, I mean the demon got her. But, was she really glad she didn't have

to take care of me? No. Please, please tell me that's not true. Dad and Dean would be so mad if

that were true. It would be all my fault.

Thank you, God. Please help."

Cas shook his head in disgust. He can't believe an ignorant child would be so cruel as to tell a boy his mother died because she didn't love him.

The next time, it was really just a thought, but Cas could feel it directed toward the heavens. It was the night he left for college.

"Help me. Please. Help me."

The fourth time Sam turned to God, it was the night his girlfriend died.

"Dear God,

She can't be...Jess isn't dead, right? This is just some awful dream and when I open my eyes I'll wake up right? Dean keeps on looking at me. I need to wake up. Please, help me wake up!"

At this point, tears threatened to escape Cas' eyes.

And the night where Cas normally would have expected to hear Sam...he heard nothing. Nothing about how Dean couldn't be dead, or to help him, Dear God, Please help him. It was silence. And Cas knew why. Sam had stopped believing.