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likely_evil) wrote2009-02-27 04:28 pm
likely_evil) wrote2009-02-27 04:28 pm
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In the arms of an Angel... fly away, from here...
ooc: follows this
It was a small chapel that Sam had built into the building for those hunters who had strong faith. Over the years of working with the Angels, the doubt their first appearance had caused in him eased up. Castiel and Sam had become partners of sorts, esecially after Dean's death.
Uriel was not happy, but Sam had never cared much for Uriel's opinion in the grand scheme of things.
The creation of the Initiative had been something that Castiel had helped iron out kinks in on the advice of God. It was interesting how God had come to see the good that some demons could accomplish. There was even chance for some of them to be redeemed, and if so Castiel would help them to their final resting place in peace.
It was much better than just killing them all. Something that Sam felt good, because not only was he saving people now, but ones who had been lost in death and brought back to the light. A new level of the family business, and Sam hoped his family was proud of him for it.
He sat quietly in the pew, praying for a few minutes, and when Castiel didn't appear, he just opened the Bible in front of him and started to read. The angel would answer when he had time, and being Immortal... Sam had time.
It was a small chapel that Sam had built into the building for those hunters who had strong faith. Over the years of working with the Angels, the doubt their first appearance had caused in him eased up. Castiel and Sam had become partners of sorts, esecially after Dean's death.
Uriel was not happy, but Sam had never cared much for Uriel's opinion in the grand scheme of things.
The creation of the Initiative had been something that Castiel had helped iron out kinks in on the advice of God. It was interesting how God had come to see the good that some demons could accomplish. There was even chance for some of them to be redeemed, and if so Castiel would help them to their final resting place in peace.
It was much better than just killing them all. Something that Sam felt good, because not only was he saving people now, but ones who had been lost in death and brought back to the light. A new level of the family business, and Sam hoped his family was proud of him for it.
He sat quietly in the pew, praying for a few minutes, and when Castiel didn't appear, he just opened the Bible in front of him and started to read. The angel would answer when he had time, and being Immortal... Sam had time.
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"I'll be in touch. Thank you."
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"It was good seeing you, Sam," she nodded. "Take care."
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Sam reached down to pick his Bible up off the pew, pausing for a moment.
"Tessa... do you know if Dean approves of what I've been doing?" He didn't look at her, but his voice was soft, young and just needing to know what Dean thought. It was something he had been curious of for so long, and he might be able to get an actual answer now.
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Tessa gave him a look that said passive aggressive tactics weren't going to get him anywhere, before she nodded. "Yeah, Sam. He is."
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He turned to leave, walking straight through Dean and then paused, catching his breath. He had a moment of being cold, his hair standing on end as it tingled. Then he just smiled to himself and kept going to head to the medical ward.
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Tessa just smirked back at him, before shaking her head. "C'mon, idiot. We got a call to do."