Word from the Author: Well, this for one was pretty different. Story is vague and kinda meta-y. Review if you would, I'd love to know what you think of my self-induced insanity... Oh yeah, another word of warning, it kinda rhymes...!

Well, hope you enjoy.

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Lead Us Not Into Temptation, Unless You Mean It From Within

You're caught in the sun, in the sunless land, under hill, brimstone, sand. You're hiding in plain sight, coated in rust and burnt umber. Refer to reality, the one ripped asunder. The inbetween is open, swallowing you whole, and for that you're thankful. You never had it so...

All you wanted, down to the end, was for someone else to hold back the hand that tried five times to break you, but giving up just isn't like you. Going down swinging, that's right, down and dirty, he taught you that. And, of course, how to fight.

Sins of the Father as told by the Son: in his hands he holds a gun, and in his heart prayers to an empty room, where light fades, and darkness looms. The rest is still unwritten, like secrets of the holy, only ever realized in the quiet persistence of a dream. But dreams, alas, are never what they seem, except for you, to whom the rules remain a mystery--what you've seen, it all comes true, don't ask, never tell...

You're full of holes that can't be filled, and some that can. Pierced to the soul, he takes you, reaching in the Dark. He makes you so hard. You cannot breathe, and you think to yourself, if this is my reality, I don't want to dream.

Tremolo and staccato, your heart beats in music, cos the dance is where it's at, and once you're there you can't turn back. You can't just walk away. A little superstitious now will get you through the day, and when tomorrow comes, it will be business as usual. All those banal rituals simply tally in your mind, and the eight hard ways to define existence desert you, while you debate half-empty, half-full.

Except, when you thought it empty, it was, in fact, quite full. And when you thought it filled to brim, you found you were a fool, ripping mended seams apart and leaning to extremes. Never warm. Never cool. Always burning, burning, burning, or frozen, silky white as snow. Cold as cold as cold will go. But it's only skin deep. Signifying nothing, but a need for sleep. Only, when you close your eyes, you're running to catch up again on a road that never ends.

About to get too far gone, too soon.

You've just gotta be strong or else you won't last too long. And then what would he do? At the precipice of nowhere, he screams and shouts and howls and desperately reaches out to you...

You've got one shot to make it right. To give to him his heart's desire. For anything under the sky? You know, he could never let you die. Comforts that be, or diamonds that shine? Money or girls or infinite time? No deal. No way. Not ever, he would say. So if you tell him, you're all I want. Then remember this, dear friend. Never break a promise. Even at the end.

For if ever you were to ask him, how do you measure a year? His answer would no doubt be, just take a moment you're not here.

So remember, dear friend. Never break a promise.

And subtle innuendo follows.

Finis.

Another Word from the Author: In case you were curious, in the next chapter you will find a list of the titles I borrowed to create this, all of which are real titles of SPN fics that I loved, and that I would recommend keeping an eye out for.