i gave you my purity my purity you stole
Sam kneels every night. The hardwood floor presses into his knees, a familiar ache of devotion. His palms are pressed together, a perfect, innocent steeple under his chin.
"Please, keep Dean safe."
"Please, let me be a good person."
"Thank you for my brother."
He prays with a faith so bright it's almost painful to see. He offers up his goodness like a sacrament, trusting it to a heaven he never doubts is listening.
From the doorway, Dean watches. The black of his priest’s collar is a stark slash against his throat. He steps forward, a hand landing on Sam’s bowed shoulder. Sam flinches, then relaxes into the touch, seeing it as a blessing.
“Your faith is so strong, Sammy,” Dean murmurs, his voice low and saccharine. “But God’s plans are… distant. If you really want to keep me safe, you need to be closer. More… obedient. To me.”
And Sam, his pure heart so full of love and fear, just nods.
sam’s version pt1