Supernatural: Bond

He thought a lot that night, standing on the street corner. It was dark and cold, the only lights being the start above, and the occasional truck that would drive by. Some people would curse at him. Some would throw things as they passed. Some would ask him if he needed a lift. But he continued to stand on that corner for four hours exactly. The ground beneath his feet was hard, but he didn't mind. He just thought about the two boys- no, the two men that had changed his entire existence. Before, he would never had waited for four hours on a street corner. But now, things were different. He was different. And he had made a promise, whether the boy on the other end of the line understood it or not. "I'll be right here." And he would. He wouldn't leave this spot. The faith, the strong and powerful faith, that he had intrusted to the boy was astounding. And, yet, nobody would ever really understand it. Not even the boy. He would never see just how much this man gave for him, just how willing the man was to follow him. And, at first, he believed it was faith. But soon they both found it was a deeper bond that is created when one sacrifices for another, when one risks everything for another. A bond created when one walks into the very depths of hell to pull the other out. No one in millions of years had seen a bond like this, nor would they ever see one again.
So he stood on the street corner, his coat tails dancing along the back of his ankles, and thought to himself, "I'll be right here."