If only he knew his bounds,
Memories won't have been of a thousand hell hounds,
All chewing together on Dean Winchester.
He woke up six feet under the ground,
The pine box in which he was found,
Shattered as he got out with a big guilt mound.
Now he is traveling around,
To find the stupid hell hound,
In his trip he always frowned,
Drunk a lot and slept around.
But kept tangling round and round,
Sam helped him to not again drown,
Brothers fought to stand their ground,
With Cass and Ruby always around.
Freaking world by which they have being surround
Will the brothers make it out?