Dear Misha Collins,
Thank you for being the angel in a trench coat

The one in love with Dean Winchester

Who happens to be the one I see myself in

As well as you and always will for all of time

Thank you for being one of the reasons I will "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"

There once was a hunter with a brother

Who was named Sam Winchester

His brother was Dean Winchester

Who he named his son after

While he finally lived a normal life

He's played by Jared Padalecki

There used to be an angel in a trench coat

His name was Castiel Novak

He was in his words "AN ANGEL OF THE LORD"

He's the reason I will "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"

He's played by the actor Misha Collins

Who besides Misha saved my life

Because of that I'll be forever grateful that I found Supernatural

That angel in a trench coat is also an angel with a shotgun filed with salt

That is who CASTIEL NOVAK is

Blissful,
   Blissful,
      Blissful,
         Fall the starry skies:
      And the clouds that chime above
      In night time do the otters cry
         And wolf-men shout beside the dove:
      
      Angels sing in pockets queer,
         Fairies dance along the spark,
      Boughs of faces soon appear
         As branches watch throughout the start:
      
      Owls sing as crickets please,
         The moon lifts her vision for the sky,
      Blissful,
         Blissful,
            Blissful,
               Fall the starry spheres:
            For every moment of the night.

Behind the sky the Weaver knits
All beautiful and ugly things
Together as with perfect wit
She severs and she stings.
Each and every little soul
Safe to her downy back she brings
While their forgotten lullabies
She strums on silver strings.

Power uncontrollably fierce

It's feared by lesser demons of darkness, spirits seeking rest or refuge seem to wonder following my glow.

Shadow-dwellers willingly justify countless rational reasons to run to light

Before having an encounter with one of the few chosen ones

bearing godliness capacity. Abilities divine beings of the sun and moon posses

in times beyond modern medicine and technology.

One must question if his very existence is futile?

When expression is not suited for shaping this dimension

Confined to be restricted in flesh with limited access to my former self

Inner abilities all transferred to restart in a new home.

I ​wish to not be a Warrior of Karma.

Nor a Gatekeeper of interstellar and galactic findings.

The result of my ending journey may not build a legacy

It will restore light of hope! My essence in midst of it all is luminous. Contrary to the ruthlessness of tyranny consuming humanity. Fading into the blackness of silence. The sound of the fire in my heart could be heard all over the universe.

I am no saint.

I am no sinner.

In dimensions which my pain is evident in my existence.

I am NO GOD. I cannot decide who lives or dies.

Not here to complete or fulfill deeds of the New World Order

if it poisons beauty or destroys my values.

I refuse to give myself to it! I'll tap into spells to doom all to hell.

Fate remains highly inevitable to wrongdoers among us.

The order. I believe in is PEACE.  

My magic touch is impervious to your *******.