"Maybe I could be saved." Sam's mouth twisted up, a smile filled with anguish.
His brother's pain went through him like a knife, and there was no surprise in his recognition that he wanted to believe too. Wanted it badly enough to taste it.
He couldn't forget what he'd seen. The way it'd played out. The way the guy'd been – in the right place – at exactly the right moment. Speed. Trajectory. There was no such thing as coincidence but it wasn't possible to make that happen, not like that. Unless …
"Dean, what did you see?"
"Maybe … God's will."