Category: Dean Dreams
The darkened church is cold, but evil lives there. It survived the relics, saints and symbols, and is stronger than any faith. He will use the chants and spellbooks, and hope that Latin works better than prayer.
But beside the yawning altar Dean is panicked and alone. Sam is nowhere, the weapons absent, and his Latin was never good. He moves back-- always watching—with the Cross held up before him. When he stumbles Sam is under him— quiet, broken… dead.
Dean’s screams cannot be stopped.
Until they wake him, scared and shaking.
Sam sleeps on and Dean’s still crying.