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Dean is not a religious man. Despite everything that’s happened, to start participating in all the rituals now seems hypocritical. Besides, he has no faith in Heaven.
Only in a piece of it.
So every night before bed his lips murmur simple words, whether their object is beside him or not;
“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for Cas my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray for Cas my soul to take.”
After all, there is only one being he trusts with all of him, in both Heaven and in Hell.
