A poem I wrote a long time ago, but fixed up a little. This is inspired by Sam and Dean's life and how Dean, according to me, would react if someone wanted to become a hunter.
Hunting Winchester Style 101
So, you want to hunt?
Well, I'll be blunt.
The dark is full of beasts,
and it continues to increase.
We've lost many friends
and Death never ends.
And still you want in?
Wait 'til your Hell begins.
Since you won't listen,
here's your first lesson:
Salt and iron for the ghosts,
P.S. dummies can be their hosts.
For their body: salt and burn
setting them free, you will learn.
If you find a vampire nest;
Dead Man's blood is the best.
For those who howl at the Moon,
a silver bullet is never too soon.
And when faced with that black smoke;
an exorcism should be spoke.
Now, get yourself a neat tattoo
that'll keep demons out of you.
Hell is not the only place,
up ahead is the home of grace.
There's a sigil that keeps angels away,
but sadly, not for the whole day.
Demons, you must never trust,
but an angel like Cas is a must.
What do you mean who am I?
Hey, don't be a wise guy!
Behind our closed door
you'll find so much more.
To Hell and back, we survived;
countless times we've been revived.
We're always on the road,
always in hunting mode.
Saving people from monster death,
we'll fight until our last breath.
What? You want to be like me?
Well, good luck there, buddy.
To be an awesome Winchester,
You need a pretty nerdy brother.
Have a '67 Impala for your car,
'cause cool wheels will take you far.
Classic Rock is all I know,
anything else has to go.
But stop and listen here.
Hey, don't you dare sneer!
Hunting is no game,
but Winchester is our name.
Not everyone is as lucky
as my nerd brother and me.
Consider this a warning
when thinking of joining.
But if you pass by,
never forget the pie.