Sansa gets a Crash course on her New Religion

Jon snapped out of the lustful cloud that fogged his mind when he noticed his sister had a terrified look on her face. Then it hit him.

"You IDIOT!" He mentally yelled as he got up. "Confirmation or not, Sansa told you earlier that Ramsey had been abusing her. And now you made her get naked without any control?"

He rushed towards her and placed her cloak around her again, chanting apologies along the way. When she was sufficiently covered Jon sat back down and covered his face on his hands, remorse evident in his body language.

There was a very long silence after that, only interrupted by the cracks of wood in the fireplace that illuminated the Lord Commander's quarters. Then, Jon felt Sansa's soft hands around his shoulder but he didn't dare look her in the eye after that.

"Jon..." His sister said slowly. "Something unexpected happened to you during your...resurrection, didn't it? Well, something stranger than getting revived in the first place, mad as that sounds. But something did happen and you hadn't told anyone about it, right?"

Jon sighed heavily but didn't answer. She moved her hand to his cheek and caressed it softly.

"Jon, you are my brother and I love you," Sansa said reassuringly. "You can tell me and, whatever it is, we will find a way to push through, together. Believe me, I have no intention of leaving you behind after everything that's happened to us these past few years. But I need you to be honest with me."

Jon smiled sadly and turned to look at her. "You are right. And forget my joking condition. You are definitely forgiven," He said, drawing a chuckle from them both. "I...am just not sure where to begin. It's a...truly tall tale but that doesn't make it any less true."

Sansa nodded with an understanding look on her face. "I can imagine. Well, start from the beginning."

And so he told her. How the darkness that surrounded him after he lay dying was interrupted when a powerful god grabbed his soul and brought it to a strange new land that had a tree much bigger than every weirwood tree on Westeros combined. That the mighty deity had decided to grant him godly powers. And how he decided to test them out on her to make sure it was not just a maddening dream by making her do something she wouldn't normally do, only for him to regret it later and with good reason.

By the time he was done, Sansa's face was a mask of shock. She opened her mouth only to close it more than once, completely at a loss as to what to say. Finally, she **** herself out of her stupor by slapping herself. Then she groaned, realizing that SHE wasn't the one dreaming.

"So..." She finally said, shaking her head, "you are my God now?"

"Not by choice," Jon assured her in an attempt to calm her down. "But the Lord of Light, or whoever the hell this deity was, wouldn't take no for an answer and I wasn't exactly in any position to deny him."

"I...believe you," Sansa said slowly but firmly. "Still, this is a LOT to wrap my head around."

"No kidding," Jon muttered.

There was another long pause as the redhead tried to digest the fact that her brother has ascended into godhood. It wasn't easy to process.

"Anyway," Sansa said in an attempt to change the topic, "Where will you go now that you can actually leave the Night Watch in peace?

"Where will we go, you mean," Jon said with conviction. "If I don't watch over you, Father's ghost will come back and **** me, godly powers or not."

His sister laughed merrily at that, her smile wide. "Alright then, where will we go?"

Jon sighed. "I can't stay here, not after what happened."

"Then there's only one place we can go to," She assured him. "Home."

"Should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?" He asked sarcastically.

"We'll take it back from them," Sansa insisted.

"I don't have an army," Jon replied.

"Do you even need an army now that you are a god?" She countered.

"Strictly speaking, my wishes only come true when they involve you or someone else in our family tree," He stated. "Hell, they don't even work on me alone, so I am not invincible."

"Fine then," Sansa relented. "How many wildlings did you save?"

"They didn't come here to serve me," Jon argued.

"They owe you their lives," His sister declared. "You think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?"

"Sansa..." He started to say.

"Winterfell is our home," She pressed. "It's ours and Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, it belongs to our family. We have to fight for it."

"I'm tired of fighting!" Jon snapped. "It's all I've done since I left home."

He got closer to her, aware that she could see the pain on his face.

"I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch. I've killed wildlings. I've killed men that I admire. I hanged a boy younger than Bran," He shouted, his voice trembling. "I fought and I lost."

Sansa stared at his tormented brother, her heart going out for him as she took a deep breath. Then, she moved closer until her faces were just a few inches away and held his hands with her's.

"If we don't take back the North, we'll never be safe," She said softly but with certainly in her tone. "I want you to help me."

Their gazes meet for a lingering moment, silence filling the room. Then Sansa's eyes widened as she blushed profusely. But soon her gaze hardened in determination, leaving Jon at a loss.

"You said the God that gave you these powers specified that you can only make your wishes work if they also involve family members in the wording?" She asked quickly.

"Yes..." Jon said slowly. "Why?"

"I know you are tired of fighting Jon and honestly, it makes perfect sense why you would be," She said in agreement. "So, why don't you allow me to sweeten the pot?"