wherever you go i will follow you hell,heaven,purgatory till death do us not part i will follow you through the veil you are my righteous man and i’m your angel i will be with you through your darkest times till the nightmares disappear and the dreams finally begin i gripped you tight and i will forever be there to fight for you and with you until all the angels fall and chuck returns even then my Winchester i will be by your side you are the non nonnegotiable part of my life i love you forever
i originally wrote this in Latin but i converted it so everyone could understand it
Home is Arms wrapped around his shoulders when he’s cold A cup of coffee waiting for him in the morning A warm hello A glance from across the room
Home is Fingers entwined in his own A quiet evening A well-read book A gentle smile A blanket draped over him when he falls asleep
Home is The open road when things get too much A way to distract himself A best friend to sit beside him A person to talk to A lover to sleep beside him
Home is more than just four walls. Home is a best friend turned someone to love Home is a brother to turn to Home is within his heart Home is Castiel’s grumpy good morning Home is a kiss to his forehead when no one is looking
Home is a perfect peace.
for the Supernatural Poetry Challenge | Prompt: Home
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
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
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
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.
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!
He reaches down to the dwindling Soul Wrapping an arm around it Forcing it to piece back together Into something more human Something more righteous Than just a soul with no flesh It hadn't meant to cause hurt or harm But sending a man’s Soul back to his Body has its repercussions The tighter he holds the more the flesh burns A burst of light in somewhere that Has more than darkness And the surroundings change A man whom had been just a soul Tearing and torturing other souls until he broke Was once again human A human with an angelic handprint On his left shoulder