A/N: I don't even know. This just happened. It's a poem, I guess? Leave a review if you like.

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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