We Believe

A simple message from a kind soul can make all the difference in a life as difficult as Dean Winchester's.

Pairing(s): None

Rating: K+ (language is used, my friends!)

Genre(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, supernatural

Character(s): Dean W.

Okay, this is my first Supernatural fic. In fact, it's the first fanfiction I've written where the characters already have original personalities. So please forgive me if it's a bit OOC.

If that's all, I suppose I hope you enjoy!

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The world was once again fucked up beyond repair. Of course, Dean knew that it was also once again up to them (him, his mind whispered softly) to fix it. He had to keep on his strong charade. He had to act like the big brother, the responsible one. But how could you keep that up in a mess like this one?

Pie certainly helped.

Dean, at his insistence, had entered the small, roadside grocer's to pick up a few basic needs. Sam was waiting in the car, exhausted and beaten from their most recent experience. Dean hated seeing his little brother so vulnerable. If San wasn't okay, how could anything be okay? How could he fix this without Sam?

The man placed his basket up on the counter and rifled throw his pocket for money to pay. The girl at the counter was pretty, maybe a little younger than thirty. Normally, he might make a pass at her. But he couldn't even muster up enough energy to do that and let his gaze fall to the countertop.

He had no idea what to do anymore. When had his life gone from bad to absolutely unrecognizable? Was it Azazel? Or the angels? It was long before the whole Michael-and-Lucifer thing that everything got screwed up. Why him? What had the Winchesters done to deserve the weight of the world and all its faults on their shoulders?

Nothing. God, he hoped it was nothing, at least. What could be horrible enough to deserve this?

The girl cleared her throat loudly and Dean glanced up, getting the feeling she had already done that multiple times in order to get his attention. Until then, it hadn't worked.

"Your change, sir," she offered the small wad of bills to him along with his bags. He blinked and jumped to attention, thanking her swiftly before turning to go. Her smile never faltered as the door closed behind him and left her alone.

"What did you get?" was Sam's first question as he slid into the car.

"Food," he replied and heard his brother snort in amusement as he rifled through the bags.

"I figured," Sam replied.

Dean rolled his eyes and refolded the bills to fit properly in his pocket. As he did this, a small piece of paper fell from between two of them and landed on his leg. His curiosity rising, he scooped up the paper and unfolded it once, then once more. His eyes strained to read it in the darkening car, though as his eyes scanned the small page, a small smile slipped onto his face.

"What's that?" Sam asked, glancing over and noticing what his brother was smiling at.

"Here," Dean replied and passed the note over to Sam. His younger brother raised his eyebrows as he read, then shot Dean a smirk.

"A little girly, isn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, shut up," Dean muttered, tearing the small paper out of Sam'a hands and shoving it in his pocket. His smile slipped back on his face as soon as Sam looked away and he felt a weight lift off his chest.

Of course, the note didn't leave his pocket for a long while yet.

The girl who had slipped him the note vanished into this air soon after he left, reappearing back in her Illinois home with no memory of the incident. The angel who had taken over her body for those few short minutes never again met up with the Winchesters, but one day fell because of them.

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We believe in the Winchesters.

Carry on.

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