Dean had prayed again all night.
His throat was parched, his voice hoarse.
He had begged, cried, shouted!
Cas heart was broken ,to see him like that, but he also had his hands tied in this connection.
Sam hadn't an earthly disease that he could have healed with a simple snap of his finger.
Dean's brother had been in a "coma" for three weeks now, and there was still no sign that he would wake up soon.
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Sam was running.
Several days had passed since he left the salvage yard.
At least 10 ... he couldn't judge that exactly because the time went by differently.
He was worried
Gabriel had never tried to reach him in all these days ...
He hoped that the angel was fine.
Anyway, Gabriel had behaved strangely at the parting.
Sam had reckoned he would run after him, stop him, or even accompany him.
Disappointment and grief spread inside him.
What if all that Gabriel had said and done after all were nothing but empty promises to help himself out of the nutshell?
If he used Sam once again to pass the time?
These and other gloomy thoughts rekindled in him as he continued on his way through the rain.
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The wolf was getting more and more frantic.
He felt the presence of man, he could smell him, hear his heartbeat.
A deep rumble came from his throat and spit dripped from his huge mouth.
The Man would be heading straight for him and he, Fenrir, would already be there...
but subliminally, he sensed something else, a much stronger presence than that of the human being, a threatening aura that seemed to follow him like a shadow.
The wolf snarled angrily and lay in wait.