I don't own Sam, Dean, the Impala or Supernatural. Unfortunately.
He looked down on them; His creations.
They were pleasing to His eye; His special two.
The ones who had given Him the most satisfaction, who had suffered
more than any creature that had roamed the Earth since it's first revolution around its fiery yellow sun,
but who had remained intrinsically pure.
It was an oxymoron to equate those who had passed through Hell
with a pure soul, and yet what was, could not be denied.
His special two would find a place at His right when their mortal life
expired; both together, as it was, and always would be.
Truly He had chosen well.
XXX The End XXX
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