First supernatural fic

I have been waiting a long time for things to slow down a bit but it's not working. Just a little something I had for quite a while now.

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I am not my father's son.
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I always admired how he stayed so calm
Cold face in the eyes of danger
A level head, and a quick thinker
In his eyes I see no fear, in this world so dim
Not when we are with him
Never knowing whats on the inside
Weakness and fear, all he had to hide.

I am not my father's son

Every time he looks at me, I know what he see's
He see's the life he once had
He see's the life that could have been
He see's the mistakes that were bad
He see's the fire that took away everything
He see's the fears of losing what he has left
But what he doesn't see
Is what's inside of me.

I am not my father's son

I am rebelious, I am strong
I am serious, and I knew all along
That I shape my own fate
I want to follow my own way
and maybe I'll live to another damn day
I've had no say on my life's choices
Soon I will leave and live on my own
But to go knowing what I know...

I am not my father's son

This is not how it's supposed to be
A father is supposed to be supportive of his son's dreams
This sercret life is not for me
I see him for real now, masks washed clean
To see him as he really is, the image unseen
I'll follow that last order, don't come back.
And for you my brother, I hope you understand
I am not like you,
I am a rebel, taking his last stand.

I am not my father's son

To have such a new outlook
On what a normal life is
Not reading out of a book
To feel unsuppressed by other's bearing down
A prince taking off his crown
I am free to go
But freedom always carries a price
I hope you remember this is my life
To be just me
That's how it should be

I am not my father's son
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Sam Winchester finished typing, he used the mouse to click file and went to save as, the mouse lingered there for a moment as though to think it over. He was so mad before, but the anger was spent in the words of his little makeshift poem. He clicked the mouse and saved it to a file he'll probably never open agian, back on the file option he eyed the word send. Though his father and brother don't really use the internet much only for research, his brother has an alias e-mail address that he checks every so often.

Sam took the mouse away from the file option, he highlighted the whole thing and his finger hovered over the backspace. He pushed the button and a blank page was left. It severed it's purpose, he thought, and he turned the computer off.

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Good? Hope so, the person who usually beta's my fic's is sick so I was on my own with this one.

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