'Tis the season; here's the scene
A spirit visits our man Dean
To pose a question, a gift to earn
He gives his word if the lesson's learned.
In a dark and haunted place
The Winchesters were on a case
Through trickery, they're separated
And a trap was thus created.
Dean was the victim of this trap
Beneath him did the floorboards snap
He fell so far and fell so fast
He feared that this might be his last.
Then when he stood and looked around
Dean saw himself there on the ground
It startled him; it took his breath
And by his side, the Horseman, Death.
Dean realized, with little fear
He was the reason Death was here
The Horseman had a gift to give
And if accepted, Dean would live.
"I have a question yes or no
As you shall answer, so shall you go"
Death told Dean that time was short
"Get on with it" was Dean's retort.
"I make this offer to you alone
It's something I have never done"
The reason for this Death did hide
"It's 'cause you like me" Dean replied.
In just a moment, it did seem
Dean's life passed by, as if a dream
Of friends and family, every one
And all the good that he had done.
When Death did ask him, yea or nay
"Be more specific" Dean did say
The Horseman merely tapped his stick
And told Dean he must answer quick.
Dean thought again of what he saw
Of all the things that went before
He gave his answer, can you guess?
The only word he said was "yes".
Dean heard his brother call his name
And found that he was just the same
As he had been before the fall
Then "Sam", in answer, he did call.
And so, the question yes or no
Was not just choice of come or go
It was a lesson in thanksgiving
For Dean had learned life was worth living.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
