I do not own these characters. They belong to Kripke, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Warning: This is kind of dark. It's set in hell, around the thirty year mark. And it's a tad bit graphic
(Comment if you think I should do a sequel set when he's out of Hell and feeling guilty.)
Redemption
A hundred cuts have been
Raked across my soul
Every time I followed
Orders under dad's control
But now I'm dead and gone
Because of his last command,
That I could not willingly obey.
I'll never hurt my brother Sam.
My own dark demons can be
Just as haunting as words
That Alistair tells me when
He slices through vocal cords.
In my silence I have to listen-
"How many lives in your days
Did you actually save? None-
They all were broken anyway."
On the rack I lay resting
On hope that I can hold on
Find hope for my faults but
I'm already too far gone.
My hands are covered
In blood of people I tried
To save, to help, but
I'm the reason many died.
Atlas' burden rested on
My head like an execution
I must have been foolish
To think I was the solution.
The problems of this world
Are none of my concern
By playing the great hero
All I did was get burned.
"Dean," Alistair hisses
On another hellish day.
"Why fight when I can
Show you a better way?"
In all my years I hid away
The pain I felt- but here,
I am taught to use it
Make it a weapon to fear.
I realize now that nothing
Was as it had seemed
With Alistair's knife
I find I am redeemed.