God's plan was my plan. His was all of our plans. There were hundreds of angels in the Garrison.
( As for his plan, the more he learned about it, the less he liked. That Dean and Sam were destined to play an apocalyptic part in something they never had a choice in. That God wrote the story from page 1... )
But, the more we learned of that plan and the extent of what he needed from the Win -- ( Winchesters. ) from him and his brothers, the less I liked, and the less I truly believed in. That, everything we believed turned out to be God writing an epic story...
( He sighs, pushing his hands into his pockets. He misses his trench coat. And, actually, his hat that Dean is still wearing. )
God stayed in the background, lost, hidden. That he wouldn't reach out to me in a time I questioned my faith... That my brothers seemed more and more militant. People turned on them, my friend and his brother. Their road was never an easy one.
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( As for his plan, the more he learned about it, the less he liked. That Dean and Sam were destined to play an apocalyptic part in something they never had a choice in. That God wrote the story from page 1... )
But, the more we learned of that plan and the extent of what he needed from the Win -- ( Winchesters. ) from him and his brothers, the less I liked, and the less I truly believed in. That, everything we believed turned out to be God writing an epic story...
( He sighs, pushing his hands into his pockets. He misses his trench coat. And, actually, his hat that Dean is still wearing. )
God stayed in the background, lost, hidden. That he wouldn't reach out to me in a time I questioned my faith... That my brothers seemed more and more militant. People turned on them, my friend and his brother. Their road was never an easy one.