A/N: So what Pamela said to Sam really bugged me but I kind of can see what she means and given where the season is going… well, you know. Anyhow, this is something different. Not exactly a tag and it will never happen again, I can guarantee this. Poem fic, or whatever it's called.
Good Intentions
Harsh words exchanged to break hearts and fracture bonds
Demons pulled with as much thought as a magician gives the wave of his wand.
"I don't know when it happened, maybe while I was in hell, maybe when I was starin' right atcha. But the Sam I know is gone."
"You're holding me back. I'm stronger, smarter, a better hunter."
Killing actions with good intentions
Bring the promise of angelic intervention.
"As soon as you prove more trouble than you're worth I will turn you to dust."
Impending apocalyptic doom
Throws lives and feelings to the demons who lurk under the dark side of the moon.
"Lilith breaks the sixty six seals and Lucifer walks free. Lucifer will bring on the apocalypse."
A burst of power tears another chunk of innocence away.
What good does it do for someone like him to pray?
"I'm infected with demon blood. 's not exactly normal. So I'm just trying to take this curse and make something good of it."
"The angels said I had to stop you. That means GOD himself doesn't want you doin' this!"
So he does what he knows and tries to make a curse a gift.
Each time he does widens the rift.
"If I didn't know you, I would hunt you. Other hunters will hunt you."
"What made you change your mind?"
"I don't wanna be doing this when I'm an old man."
It's not right and it won't bring redemption.
Even if it's attempted with the best of good intentions.
