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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!
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
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
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
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
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
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
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
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
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
The hood of the impala
Still warm from driving
Miles and miles
Of endless road
Stopped at the side
Of the dirt track road
Sky purple
An oncoming storm
On the horizon
The brothers sit out
Basking in the last warmth
Backs resting against the windshield
A rare chance of calm
No blood
No gore
No monster
No worries
Just ordinary brothers
On a road trip from hell
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four
We know that Dean has been here before
Five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, eight,
That time that he lost his soulmate
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One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four
He helped end the apocalyptic war
Five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, eight,
He surely deserves a clean slate
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One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four
Now he’s knocking on heaven’s door
Five tequila, six tequila, seven tequila, eight,
Let him in, just open the gate.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
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
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
The black ink
Permanent against his skin
A protection
A ward
Against evils
No demons can get
Inside his body
To control and possess him
To tear his mind apart
His body is his
With the tattoo
On his chest
In permanent
Black ink
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
It has been said
by several hunters
that the Winchester boys
they’re soulless
they’re without inhibitions
that they’ll **** without
even a second thought
Some say
they are soulful
that they care
too much
too hard
and that’s dangerous too
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
He can fly;
Flit through time,
Glide through dimensions,
And swoop through the universe
It’s all at his disposal;
To use the universe,
To his every need,
(Just like the others)
To get to the Winchester brothers
The stars will greet him;
As long lost celestial companions,
They meet frequently,
Watch as they see his true form,
Soar through the vacuum,
Towards the light of the Earth
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
He’s all green eyes
The type that sparkle
In the early morning sun
That reflect with love
And bravery and protection
He’s all light freckles
That dance across
His nose and cheeks
That can be counted
As galaxies in the universe
He’s all lean muscle
The kind that is
Built naturally
From years of hunting
And fighting evil things
He’s all sadness and defeat
After losing his brother
Just one too many times
And losing all he loves
All the **** time
He’s all Winchester
Stubborn and selfless
Damaged and dangerous
Protective and brave
He’s Dean Winchester
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
My Soul is bound to a demon
I can feel its force
Twisting and turning
Roping its way around my heart
My Soul is bound to a demon
It sent me to Hell
Yet here I am still on Earth
Though I cannot control it
My Soul is bound to a demon
The darkness within me
I shall never let it take me
I will fight until I am free
My Soul is bound to a demon
But my Soul wants to break free
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
He’s screaming your name
In the middle of the night
You run down the hall
Ready for a fight
Your gun is drawn
And you crash through the door
Your bare feet are cold
On the old hard oak floor
He’s tumbling and turning
And can’t keep still
The nightmares plaguing him
Of those he’s had to ****
He’s tangling himself within the sheets
So you step forward, put your gun away
Your expression drops, just like your guard
Just for a moment you watch and stay
After a while
The nightmare seems to settle
You return to your room
Legs resting against the bedframe’s cold metal
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
He’s just a little boy
With a broken soul
With only a brother to fix him
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
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
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Surrounded by darkness
Death, despair and pain
Instruments of torture
Ways to make you hurt
And never think again
Then there’s a light
Something bright in the distance
Enclosed in a safe embrace
Darkness as unconsciousness ensues
Bringing him back into existence
Consciousness regains and he’s back into darkness
Scratching at the wooden surround
Nothing but a lighter to see
That he’s six foot under
And needs to get out of the ground
Fingertips beak the surface
Reaching up to the mid-morning sun
***** hands and a dirt face appear
He stands and looks around
The only thing missing is his gun
Making a trek to the nearest place
Shirt strapped firm around his hips
He finds a small shop
Grabs a bottle of water
Nicks a magazine and a bag of chips
A crash and a bang
Shattering glass
A sound so loud
He’s covering his ears
Thinking how long this will last
For an angel is calling
To his sisters and brothers
That Dean Winchester has been saved
The Righteous Man has been earthbound
Out to save the rest of the others.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dear Sammy,
This darkness inside me
It'll **** me soon
I don't want you
To see it
Take over me
To bare the weight
That maybe
You could have saved me
But I can't even
Save myself.
Dear Sammy,
I don't want to leave
But I have to
You're better off
Without me
There's so much
You can do
You can save the world
But you can't save me
Not if I can't
Even save myself.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I feel it pulse in my arm
Feel the anger course my veins
Try and fight the urge to snap
The Mark never settles
It’s always there, nagging
Trying to get me to ****
History repeats itself
I vow never to let it happen
Never to **** my brother
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Two brothers walk into the sun
Just simply thinking, "This day is done."
But tomorrow there'll be another
Saving people; hunting others
So knife in hand they fight the day
Wishing the life would pay their way
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
The way you look into his eyes
The way he looks into yours
It means the world to both of you
But you don't seem to know it
Not yet
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
You let that one human tear slip from your eyes
As you say the last of your goodbyes
Returning to heaven shouldn’t be the end
But now everything is on the mend
You are no longer needed on the earth
Though when you were here you earned your worth
Reinstated as an angel of heaven
Leave your vessel in your possession
Return to your true form
Watch as you cause a storm
The beauty of your size
Can also be others’ demise
You’ll still watch over the pair
Those brothers with hearts so fair
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
He sees him
The man – no angel
With the blond hair
The hooded evil eyes
He taunts him
With games that hurt
He wants the attention
Something he refuses him
He breaks him
Breaks him until his eyes ***** up
Until hands clasp to his head
Until he forces a thumb into his palm
He disappears
Real pain, a hug from his brother
Forces him back to the real world
That is until he comes back
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC