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Sam could only remember sitting in church service a handful of times growing up. Stuck to his father’s side, always as part of a case, playing the ‘good son’. So he payed attention to what these so called “men of God” had to say. And not all of it was utter bull shit.
After all, angels did listen to prayers.
Dean knew that basic fact too, but had he been paying more attention to the preacher than his daughters maybe, just possibly it would have occurred to him that they hear unspoken prayers just as easily as those vocalized.
After all, prayer comes from the soul.
Castiel had been the first of his brethren to hear Dean’s prayers. Before hell, before Sam’s first death, before John Winchester’s deal, it was a Thursday when Mary Winchester died and Dean made his silent prayer to the angels that watched over him to give him the strength to protect Sammy now. Not that Castiel could remember any of that thanks to Naomi.
After all, fuck fate, he chose free will.