Little Lion Man, a supernatural fanfic

Based on 'Little Lion Man' by Mumford & Sons – epic song, epic band! Disclaimer: I don't own the song or the Winchesters!

Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.

You're so brave – I know you are – and your heart is purer than those of angels, but you're breaking. Slowly, slowly, you're coming undone, your shell is crumbling away and you're scared that people will see the nothingness beneath.

Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head

So you punish yourself. You tell yourself that it's your fault. That you're weak, and useless, and unloved. You tell yourself that your only purpose in this world is to right your colossal wrongs. So you gather your strength, and you try.

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...

And I try to correct you. I try to heal the unhealthiness of your state of mind – I broke the last seal, I freed Lucifer from Hell. I'm the one who let themselves be tricked by a demon – the blood changed me as a person, but you? You're still who you've always been, if a little stronger. Of course you're needed, of course you're loved. You're my Dean.

Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before.
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores.

And you're scared, of course you are, you're terrified. You know what's going to happen to this planet if you don't do your duty. But you also know what will happen to me if you don't do your duty. And I'm not sure which was the bigger incentive. How much responsibility can one man's shoulders bear? Not that much. Never that much. But you're not just one man, are you? You're Dean. So you grin and bear it.

Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother or else,
Spend your days biting your own neck.

You. You have so much Grace that sometimes I think you should've been born an angel. But, then again, most angels are dicks anyway, and none of them would give what you will to save those they love. If they even have the capacity for love. But, even if you're not one, the angels are watching over you. So don't be too proud to accept their help – it's the only help you're ever going to get.

But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?

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