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envydean Aug 2017
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!
Spoilers for 12x23.

written for the SPN Poetry Challenge | Prompt: anger
envydean Jul 2017
Wings useless
Catching
Burning
Gone

Falling hard
Fast
Scorching
Crash

Limbs painful
Hurting
Crying
Bleeding

Calling out
Help
Please
Someone

A hand
Holding
Warm
Comforting

Green eyes
Friend
Family
… Dean
who doesn't like some painful destielness...
envydean Jun 2017
Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
As the day turns to night
And the moon shines bright

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
As they lie quietly in the back
Leather beneath them, they hit the sack

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
An angel watching over them
As for sleeping, he won’t succumb

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
Another hunt done
Another war won

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
They’re tired and haunted
Their dreams distorted

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
Dawn arises high
It’s quite a drive but they’ll get by

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour
An angel and two brothers
Saving people, hunting others
written for the SPN Poetry Challenge (first line is the prompt)
Max May 2017
Black wings expanded.
Flying lost in the dark foggy weather.
With a breeze flowing through his raven-black feathers.

He’s clueless of where he wishes to go.
But deep in his breast, his spirit knows;
Anywhere but here.
envydean Apr 2017
He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him it’s not his fault
But it is
There’s no one else to blame
He got himself sent to hell
Sold his soul for his own selfishness

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He turns away
He won’t look at Castiel
It has to be him
You started it, you finish it
That’s what Castiel tells him

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He’s not a hero
A tear slips down his face
And he hides it away
He’s not strong enough
Castiel takes his hand, warm and gentle

He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him he won’t leave him
Won’t let him stop the apocalypse alone
Tells him that he got him out of hell
That he broke the seal as well
Castiel still holds his hand, warm and gentle
Written for the Supernatural Poetry Challenge that I run on Tumblr. The prompt was the quote: "I'm not a hero, I'm not strong enough". This is a destiel version of the scene in 4x16
Victor Harvelle Dec 2016
Blue eyes burning into ethereal green
they stare for minutes,
a crisp ocean- pure and strong
battling,
battling against an uncontrollable forest
locked together
speaking volumes without making sound
beckoning,
beckoning for the other to hear
unspoken words of love

Their eyes telling a story
a story their voices wont dare speak
too afraid the other might resent it

unspoken attraction
eyes locked in combat
words not coming out but always there.

Blue eyes burning into ethereal green
they stare for minutes,
a crisp ocean- pure and strong
battling,
battling against an uncontrollable forest
locked together
speaking volumes without making a sound
beckoning,
beckoning for the other to hear
unspoken words of devotion

Both are too afraid to hear the other
one fearing loss,
the other, rejection

fates always entangling
they are bound-
they share a profound bond
stronger then the strongest metal,
lit up in a flame of hope

Blue eyes burning into ethereal green
they stare for minutes,
a crisp ocean- pure and strong
battling,
battling against an uncontrollable forest
locked together
speaking volumes without making a sound
beckoning,
beckoning for the other to hear
unspoken words of promise
envydean Dec 2016
Be human or angel
he's still tied
to a subsun halo
inspired by my Castiel Colour Challenge Prompt: Subsun
Victor Harvelle Dec 2016
Pools of enchantment, that is what your eyes hold.
Inept hands, reach to hold, grasping mine like a life line.
All I ask is that, when your pools of green enchantment look into my own seas of blue,
you will never hide from me, and beg me please to stay.
envydean Oct 2016
Warmth on his face
Burning on his knees
A gentle hand snaked around his waist
A touch so mild it’s barely there

Green eyes stare into the flames
Remembering
He wished he didn’t have to remember
No one should have to remember flames
Engulfing their home and possessions
And their mother.

Fireworks crack over head
Blue eyes gaze at the colourful sparks
He remembers too
The day when the sky forgot to show them the stars
And showed them his brothers and sisters falling

Pulled close, they have each other
Tender touches, sparse words
Because they both remember
But they’re both still here
A human raised from hell
An angel fallen from heaven

Bent and a little crooked maybe
But still whole
Still family
Still together
written for the final SPN writing challenge with the prompt of "Bonfire". A little angsty but whatever; have some feels.
envydean Feb 2016
He pleads and shouts
Get away!
That he’ll only get hurt
If he cradles the angel to his chest
There’s blood on his face
Grace leaking from a wound
And Dean holds on tight
Not wanting to let go
Please Dean, he’ll beg
You’ve got to get away.
I’m not leaving my angel
He’ll reply
He holds him close
More of the bright grace
Spilling to the floor
Hold on tight
Don’t let him go
He can’t go
I need him
I need him so much

Let go
Let go
Let go
He pleads
And a burst of pain
Spreads across dean’s chest
As the angel’s wings
Leave the burn marks
He cries
He shouts
In pain and in shock
It hurts so much
To not see life in
Those beautiful blue eyes
He’s gone
And the scarring reminder
Is there on his chest
The shadow of angel wings
Burnt into him

He’d told him to let go
Didn’t want Dean to carry the burden
Of the marks upon himself
But he does
And he holds on tight
Even as his brother tries to
Pull him away
Dragging him into an embrace
His brother whispers words
It’s okay
It’s okay
It’s okay
But it’s not
He’s got the reminder on his chest
And Castiel’s body beside him
As his brother holds him close
And it’s not okay
It hurts so much
Everywhere – his
Soul
Body
Mind
Everything hurts
Like it won’t get better
It won’t
It won’t
It won’t
But it will
It will
It will
well this is one of the most feelsy things I've ever written. It's based on a piece of fanart I saw: http://envydean.tumblr.com/post/90266136070/ticklememisha-hollyoakhill

and I've been trying for months to write poetry for it and finally the inspiration hit me and here we are!
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