We´ll give it a shot

"We've got to hold on to What we've got


'Cause it does make a Difference

If we make it or not

We've Got Each Other and that's a lot

For love - we'll give it a shot "

Dean closes his eyes, and when you reopen the same black void in front of just a few seconds ago. The cold, damp air and the sound made by crickets in the wreckage of dismantling the same. Nothing has changed.

Take a deep breath, almost without force. And I think that's funny, of course, it is not a good night to get favors from the sky.

She wondered, while supporting the body gently against the impala wet, few men have shouted the same question of blind, desperate clinging to something that had never believed, just because they are left with nothing to believe in . He wondered why, if we are alone, if in the end we are always alone, we hold the faith while we burn their fingers.

Looking back the bottle, empty of anything that could fill. And then he laughs.

First laughs slowly as an old joke that has been in the lead, and then laughter. He laughs with everything you have. With the tension of the lungs, the pain that rips the throat and the hole is inside and not let him eat, no sleep, not even screwed. He laughs until the lack of oxygen causes punctures in his stomach and laughing is a good while longer, elated, to puffs of air.

When I finally stop laughing, some time ago that has an answer.

Later, when I go into the cellar, have long since Castiel is gone and Sam's cries no longer heard. Open the steel door and found him sitting on the floor with his back against the rusty bed for being too large, though so, with eyes closed and her breathing slowed by sleep, he almost seems Dean still little, as when he carried her to bed again in the morning, because he had got up very early, and had fallen asleep watching the pictures.

The sound of the door opening must have woken up, because Sam opens his eyes and looks at him drowsy, and Dean seems incredible that one can tell by looking at many things, and that he himself is so simple to understand them. Open your mouth to speak but he is silent Dean with a gesture. They have much to talk about, but there will be time.

He crouches beside her hesitant, shuffling in his mind all possible ways. But Dean does not know work in sections, one by one thinking moves, so gathers momentum, and cross your fingers.

When you close and kisses him, he does first slowly, holding his breath, and when Sam does not deviate, deeper, grabbing her hair dirty with sweat, mostly because he feels he needs to cling to something, and now Sam is like a rock in the tempest of the world.

He kisses just because. Vale. Dean may be empty inside and can make time and do not know how to stop dead, but when it was broken because she had a shattered family, or a parent died, or an eternity of blood and torn flesh in hell Dean also had Sam.

I was inside. As a faith that is never lost.

Because it has been realized in a junkyard eaten by rust and years, that the motives for fighting, the grounds of truth, what they have faith, are those which he himself has chosen, and that elected Sam long ago.

Have you noticed that gives a shit to be dead inside because Sam is alive and warm against his lips, like a heart that beats him out. Because Sam makes him human where it has ceased to be and the pieces that are missing stop hurting when he kisses. And no longer cares. No matter what you are crazy or are suicidal in a battle they are destined to lose.

And if that is not faith. Well, the truth is that Dean does not care.

It's going to fight because Sam is everything he always wanted, and will keep fighting because if those countless decisions have led to Revelation, then we have also brought to this point because this kiss.

So this morning he first tangled with Sam's shirt, and later with his legs, and bathes in the blood and salt from your body, making sweat until the last drop of hell. Because if you are left with nothing, then there is nothing left to lose. They got each other and will die without their surrender.