What would make me believe in god

In all honesty, I do not know what kind of power is out there. I am not sure if there is a God. If there is a God, I guess I do not believe. There might be a higher power, but I am not even sure of that. So if I were to believe in a God, I assume this is how it would go. Here it is, The apocalypse. It is all of our faults. and by Our I mean, Sam, Dean, and I's fault. Not to mention Sam and Dean are brothers. We have opened the gates of hell, and there is no good news. Demons have escaped, up into the high hundreds. Sam, Dean and I are hunters. Not the kind of hunters you are thinking of. We hunt the Supernatural. If it is evil, we kill it, with the occasional exception. The months had passed and we had killed several hundreds of demons, but there were plenty more to keep us busy. A tragedy had occured. Something that tore Dean apart. Sam had his neck snapped by a demon, out of all things that could have happened, and all of the things he had been through. Dean did not believe his brother had died. It had gotten pretty serious, Dean literally had Sam on a bed in some abandoned house. He would not let him go. Dean had snuck out one night, and had done a ritual to summon a demon. Not just a regular demon, a demon that you sell your soul to. Her name, was Ruby, she had the coldest eyes a man could imagine. Dean had sold his soul to bring Sam back to life. But, he only has a year too live. To make the deal offcial you have to kiss the demon you sold your soul too. So Dean did. Sam had woken up, he was very confused and in much pain, but that was normal for him. He did not know what Dean had done. As the year went by Dean told Sam what he had done. We were actually riding in the 67' Chevrolet Impala, on the way to Indiana, because we had a case. Dean had broke the awkard silence with a scoff.
"So, um uh, Sam. I have to tell you soemthing, but if you want me to tell you, you have to promise not to be mad." Dean said in a unsure voice.
"Of course you can