Let me tell you about a man // A walking storm who destroyed all things in his path // But you see, it wasn’t his fault / His life was stripped away before he could talk // With this demon blood pumping through his veins // And the desperate need to change // He prayed and prayed // Holding on to that last strand of hope that one day he could be saved // And as the angels came before him // He thought This is it, the time has come // Only to be called an abomination, cast out and stepped upon // So, he stays and cleans the wreckage of his own undoing // But this time… this time is different // He has no faith // And no belief that he should be saved // He does not fear death // In fact, he welcomes it // This poor boy // Beaten and broken // Who does not deserve the cards that were forced upon him // He’s done more good than evil // And yet he still wants it all to be over // Let me tell you about Sam // Who never stood a chance // But he still fought with everything he had // He deserves a crown, not these broken wings // Let me tell you about the boy who should be king (x)
That’s one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can’t fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex. Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me. I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can’t win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just… keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean, because inside, you’re already…dead.
show me what I’m looking for