Michael
You hate me,
I know.
You hate me,
Because of Everything.
We're connected, you and I,
So I know why.
It's because I could kill your brother.
(Some even think I should,)
It's because
You're afraid of
Letting go,
Afraid of
Being overtaken,
Afraid of
Just
Fading
Away.
I wouldn't do that,
I really couldn't.
But you wouldn't believe me,
Even if I said so.
You wouldn't trust an angel,
An angel other than my brother.
My Brother,
Castiel.
The youngest in the garrison.
He raised you from perdition,
So young and naïve.
It'd be a miracle if you didn't prefer him,
Over me.
But alas,
Not even that,
Would make you
Love me.