T. K.: Dean slapped me upside the head and made me write this poem. I don't own 'Supernatural'.
Rest, reprieve,
Time to stop,
Time to think.
No! I can't think...
Clean the guns and knives,
Low on holy water,
I'll make more...
Wash the car,
Do the laundry,
Avoid the baby brother at all cost,
I can't stand that look, Sammy...
Back to work,
Another demon,
Back in Hell,
Another lecture from Bobby,
Back to another motel...
More rest and reprieve,
With no rest to it,
No reprieve from the reproach I see in your eyes,
I'm sorry, Sammy...
Too much to do,
Too much to teach,
He has to learn how to survive without me,
Because I couldn't survive without him...
One year,
Let me have it,
Give me a smile, Sammy,
It will be one of the last I see.