I remember the day I left my mark on you.
You were frightened.
I hoped you knew who I was.
You didn't.
Every time I simply wished to hold you,
To comfort you,
To whisper in your ear that you'd be fine,
I broke the glass
I broke the doors, the windows, the lights.
When you met me
Holy water did not work
Neither did silver or salt.
I could sense your insecurity while in my presence.
I found it hard to stay away.
I knew you all your life,
And I was not allowed to interfere.
For had I done so,
We would not have met.
I am hunted
I had rebelled
I have fallen
From Heaven
All of it, I had done for you.
As I held your hand in the dark
You said you had to tell me something.
"I..."
You trailed off, your voice growing weak.
Your breathing was shallow.
You were growing colder and weaker.
You placed a kiss upon my lips softly for the last time.
You pulled away.
A tingling sensation replaced the kiss on both of our lips.
Your head softly hit the pillow.
Your eyes glazed over.
I gently closed them with a slow swipe of my hand.
I could not cry.
I stood next to your brother.
It was raining.
It was your birthday.
We were standing in front of your grave.
Your brother talked to your headstone.
I didn't listen.
He finished speaking, taking his hat off to reveal hair that was fully gray.
He bowed slightly and walked to the car he had come in.
I walked over to your headstone, sitting in front of it.
"I knew what you were about to say.
It would have been the first time you said the three words
Since your mother died.
I have something to say as well."
I could feel my heart growing weaker with each passing second.
Each thud representing my last moments.
I pressed a soft kiss to the headstone, wishing they were your lips.
"I love you too, Dean Winchester."