It all started with a simple request,
I guess you could call it a quest.
Save a broken soul from Hell,
I figured it would go pretty well.
I pulled you out, Dean Winchester.
You were doing things too sinister.
I was there to see you through,
I was there to watch over you.
Somewhere down the line,
There was something of mine,
That I kept to myself,
Metaphorically on a shelf.
I am in love with you, Dean,
And those eyes of apple green.
Your soul is beautiful,
If I were to be truthful.
Your self-loathing is disconcerting.
I can tell that you are hurting.
Do you love me too?
The way that I love you?
You call me family, sure.
But what kind, I must ensure.
Dearest Dean, I question you.
What pain have you gone through?
Are you shying away from love?
Love is something to be proud of.