A/N: Sad to say, Supernatural is not mine.

"We've all heard the stories right?" Ross says, using a knuckle to push his glasses up his nose.

"In the end there was a Righteous Man and a Wicked Man. Neither wanted to be either."

It's the same story that's been passed down for generations that Ross recites from memory. It's like Noah and his Arch, everyone knows the story.

"When Heaven lost faith, Hell rose up, and the Earth was a battle ground.

Heaven demanded the Righteous Man to submit and Hell had long since laid claim to the Wicked Man. Both resisted.

In the end of the end, the Wicked Man overcame and the Righteous Man would not succumb.

With an unconditional love and an uncompromising will they beat Hell and Heaven."

Cash wonders if there is a point to this.

"But," Ross contiues, "like any other story from the Bible, is there any truth to it? Most believe the story of the Righteous Man and the Wicked Man that is found in the Bible to be a very shorten version of the Winchesters Gospel. However, the original works of the Winchester Gospel are incomplete at best since most copies have been lost and historians have only been able to piece together what they could find in the last few hundred years.

"The biggest question is, were the Winchester's in fact, real? Or were they a personification of Mankind's struggle? Well I've done some research on the topic and from what the records and reports of that time when their story supposedly takes place I've find-"

"Ross, the point?" Cash cuts the man off. There's things that need to be done before dark. The camp needs to be secured foremost, a head count, he needed to see what supplies the camp was running low on, so they could be secured tomorrow, appoint teams to go out and find said needed supplies, and the list goes on and on. The last thing Cash needs is a religious history lesson, he just doesn't have the time or patience.

"The point is, they managed to defeat Hell once. Why not again?" Ross sees he's losing the camp's leader, and hurries on. "I think I found a way to bring them back. I was doing some research and I came across a summons that would bring them back-"

"Bring who back?" Ross asks, impatiently.

"Winchesters. Haven't you been paying any attention?"

"Ross." Cash says, having decided he's wasted enough time."They aren't real. Never were." He stares at his friend, thinking the scholar has finally succumbed to madness. The man certainly wouldn't have been the first. The times they lived in, with demons around every corner, and the King of Hell's region over the Earth, it's enough to drive even the strongest to insanity.

"I have proof that suggests that they were!" Ross insists. "I'll need a little more time-"

"No." Cash decides to stop this before it goes any farther. "We can't waste resources on a maybe."

"No resources would be wasted, and this is more than just a maybe." Ross argues. "All I need is more time, and if I'm successful it'll change everything."

"Time isn't something we have a lot of," Cash reminded him firmly. The average human life span was tragically short, shorter still if the person's sole focus wasn't on survival. "And you are a resource, so wasting your time trying bring to life a myth that isn't real instead of trying to find ways to better protect the camp from attacks is wasting resources."

The tone was harsh, and it cut Ross, but Cash needed to get it through the other man's head. This wasn't some game, and they couldn't pin anything on a maybe.