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

Castiel, dear Castiel
be careful in your brave fight.
Your wings, their tampered,
battered and broken.
You fly ever so slightly
above the earth unspoken
Your heart has diminished.
Been tampered with and
beaten over.
Yet you still give the love
the love they once gave.
You pursue and persist,
never giving up on the fight.
I believe in you dear Cas,
I am here by your side.
Never shall I let you go,
without a trusted guide.
I whisper to you
what you already know
The strength you behold
is greater than most.
Just don't use it all up,
on one tiny ghost.

They’re taller and older now
Dean’s no longer a four-year-old
I don’t have to tie his shoes
Or wipe his nose when he cries
Sam no longer wails for food
Or coos for attention

They’re taller and older now
They’ve got great wisdom
Some I never wished for them
They know things I never wanted them to
And sometimes when I’m alone in my room
I’ll yearn for our lost years

They’re taller and older now
And Dean can hold me in his arms
And Sam towers over me
They’re both so full of love still
That never seemed to change
Inside, they’re still my baby boys

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

Be human or angel
he's still tied
to a subsun halo