Midnight came around too soon
He wished to God it still was noon
He wished he had twelve hours left to figure out a way.
But the conditions of hell's fury,
They extended Dean no mercy.
His time was up, and Sam failed to save the day.
.
The guilt Sam felt was strong
As the hellhound came along,
Its invisible claws poised to attack.
He was forced to watch in dread
As it tore his brother to shreds
And nothing that he did could take it back.
.
All his efforts had been pointless,
All his research had been fruitless,
Each attempt he made, torn up and left in the mud.
Alcohol? It wasn't needed,
No, instead Sammy succeeded
In drowning his grief and woes with demon blood.
.
Putting demon souls to rest,
Saving those they had possessed,
Maybe saving them could somehow start to help.
Just perhaps it could begin
To make up for all the sin
And the fact that he could not save Dean from hell.