Dear Jensen Ackles,
Thank you for being the man with the impala

The one who's character's brother is Sam Winchester and who Castiel's love interest is

Who happens to be the one I try to look like as a trans person

As well as your character Dean Winchester

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

Dear  Jared Padalecki,
Thank you for being the one who Crowley nicknamed Moose

The one who's character's brother is Dean Winchester and is also Castiel's as well

Who happens to be the one I try to be as a person

As well as your character Sam Winchester

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

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.