A/N: I don't even know. This just happened. It's a poem, I guess? Leave a review if you like.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even a witty way to phrase this statement.
Let me tell you a story
about heaven
and hell
about angels
and demons
about werewolves
and witches
and wendigos
about things that go bump
in the night
and the people who
bump back
Let me tell you a story
about revenge
about a little family
and two women with long, blonde hair
and late night fires
with flames that shoot across the ceiling
like arms reaching for redemption
Let me tell you a story
about two brothers
who have always been so much more
than just brothers
Let me tell you a story
about a car
with squeaky doors
and a soldier in the backseat
keeping guard
Let me tell you a story
about fate
and destiny
and fake IDs
about love
and loss
and blood
Let me tell you a story
about two boys
with a dead mother
and an absent father
Let me tell you a story
about college
and normality
and how it all goes up in smoke
leaving nothing but ashes
and regret
Let me tell you a story
about sacrifice
and salvation
and psychics
Let me tell you a story
about fireworks that shoot into the sky
and explode, but not like bullets and bombs and flare guns
but like love and hope and heaven
Let me tell you a story
about two boys
two men
two brothers so
psychotically
irrationally
erotically
co-dependent on each other
that they never really had a lot of choice
Let me tell you
about Sam and Dean
