He had always been a believer, always had the faith when it came down to it. He'd always believed that things would work themselves out, that angels were watching over him. That he could pray to God and someone would listen when his sanctimonious father and too occupied brother were away.
But things never were that easy. The prayers that tumbled from lips and a broken soul were never answered, and he suffered through. Through Jess, the death of Dean and countless others. Through Lucifer and not having control over his own body.
Sam still believed, throughout his whole life.
