Anger curls around him
Grips him tight in giant claws
Takes hold before he can even process
It’s still dark
His knees still aching in the dirt
His best friend is still dead

Claws digging in, he pitches forward
Hands resting on dead man’s shoulders
He could have stopped this
He should have stopped this
He would have stopped this
And taken his place in a heartbeat

Too angry to cry
Too angry to say anything
He’s alone and the claws dig in deeper
It’s all directed towards himself
Not to the man on the ground
Because Castiel is a man now,
His burnt-out wings are testimony for that
And it hurts so **** much.

As if all the anger rises to the surface
All in one go
Like a volcano on the verge of eruption
Dean shouts to the sky
Ignoring the slight twinkling stars
And the bright moon
It’s supposed to be beautiful
But it’s ugly
Ugly with his own rage

Give him back!

How can you say those words to me?
The ones that break my heart and soul.
The ones you know will **** me every single time.
How can you act like everything is okay?
Like we're the picture perfect family.
Like our life isn't crumbling down over us.
How can you make our life seem so great?
Faking all the love and happiness on the internet.
Faking all the support when you call me your rock.
How can you not see you're losing me?
That with every mean word, my happiness is fading.
That with every time you put me down, I'm drifting away.
How can you think I'll take care of you forever?
That I'll keep lying to you and say everything is okay.
That I'll keep telling you all the things you need to hear.
It's too late.
I'm gone.

She's so young, and she's so bright, or at least she used to be.
Her lips are cracked.
Her eyes are dark.
Her bones are breaking, so is her heart.
You're so dumb you don't have a clue,
you're the reason she is so broken and bruised.