He wasn't one to worship false idols that was the little Winchester's doing. However this situation over the last twelve hours had seriously tested his will power. His Sammy was fighting for his life. His nerves were taught with tension, pliable to breakage. Entering into the chapel, he sat in the back and slowly bowed his head; taking one steady breath he exhaled and spoke to any deity that would listen and save Sammy. "I'm not much of the praying type...but...I'm gunna pray for this to work." Within an hour he heard his prays answered, "He made it through".