This is a freeverse I wrote that takes place during the closing scene of It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester, where Dean and Cas are sitting on park benches and talking. I thought it was really cool how the scene was shot, with the two of them on separate benches but still next to each other, which sort of symbolizes their relationship at this point. I was thinking about the film artistry and this came out. Please enjoy, and don't forget to review!


Sitting next to him,
in the Halloween breeze—
children all around,
happy like you'll never be—
he remains still. His trench coat,
softer than you had imagined,
is warm.
You don't touch.
You don't need to.

his hands twiddle in his lap
as he stares, restless.
He talks about war,
and he needs to be fighting.
Everything in him is tense, hard.
But he talks to you instead
and you feel privileged,
and undeserving, all at once.

His blue eyes pierce your wounded soul,
and you are afraid—
because this being
(angel)
raised you from Hell,
and he cares.
And you don't know if you can handle that right now,
but you don't look away.

He falls into silence.
You sense that he, too, is hurt.
You always thought that angels would be peace and contentment,
but he is turmoil and confusion,
swirling thoughts and conflicting loyalties
all banging up against each other,
just like you.

He feels pain,
and right now he seems more human than ever—
despite the faint feather shadows of wings,
dark against the dying grass.
Right now,
you feel more demon than human,
although your clammy skin—
the breath in your lungs—
screams alive
with every heartbeat.

He's hurt,
and you are hurt.
There is war and betrayal.
But somehow, you think,
maybe he understands better than anyone.
Maybe you can teach each other;
put the pieces back together,
and make each other whole again.
Maybe greater things are yet to come.

There is a rustle of wings
and he is gone.