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Kiana Marie Jun 2013
Two heroes; comrades,
brothers in arms;
face all that oppose them
and keep the other from harm.
supernatural; spn poetry
envydean Apr 2015
Hallowed is to be holy
I try to be holy, father
I help the brothers
I am your soldier

Hallowed is to be blessed
I keep the Winchesters safe
I do what is asked of me
I am a warrior

Hallowed is to be highly respected
I'm taken for who I am
I'm taken for what I've done
I tried to be an angel for you
Written for @hallowedbecastiel on Tumblr.
Victor Harvelle Dec 2016
Black eyes and no remorse
possessing people
making them their host
they get cut down when the Winchesters are close
Gerard M Feb 2022
There used to be two brothers who were hunters

Known to all even in Heaven and Hell as the Winchesters

Their names were Dean and Sam

Who was friends with an angel named Castiel

They fought so many things like demons and vampires

Their family’s motto is “saving people, hunting things, the family business"

With a fandom known as SPNFamily

Who consider themselves part of the Winchester family

That tells everyone to “Join The Hunt”

With actors who always tells them "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"

So that is what Supernatural is

Carry On…...
Gwendolyn Jun 2014
Its hell inside my head
With monsters that would make the Winchesters cringe
Scratching the walls
Breaking every good thing in me

My emotions are dead
Insanity has driven me way past the fringe
I've started to fall
Locked in a room with no key

They said I would fail
Somehow knowing my future was grim
I'm useless, you know
Crashing and burning

My dreams had set sail
But my chances of getting on that boat were slim
It was really all for show
That's what I'm slowly learning

I realize I'm broken
I know I can't be fixed
The fates have spoken
*Don't tell me I'll be missed
Angel Carstairs Nov 2018
me and my brothers our closer than one’

so when our time is finally done.

i hope people remember me,

as well as my heroes Sam and Dean

but i cant forget these words in my head

these words i wish i could forget instead

something Crowley whispered to me

that we are the Winchesters the broken three

— The End —