Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean, and no amount of wishing will make it come true... (sigh)
A/N: This poem came of an assignment for school in which we had to write a Shakespearean sonnet. After wasting most of the class, this was the inspiration that came to me. I hope y'all like it!
The Beginning
Bright flame burst forth against a sky so dark,
Engulfed the stars and turned night into day.
Three men escaped the house without a mark
And watched the ashes fall and embers fade.
And though they felt an end had come to life,
Their only hurts lodged deep within their hearts –
Sweet Mary dead, a mother, friend, a wife.
They left that town in search of a new start.
Surviving were two sons called Sam and Dean;
Their father, Mary's loving husband too.
He was a rough and rugged ex-Marine
Who wished the truth of Mary's death he knew.
John found a man who went by Pastor Jim
Who could explain th'unnat'ral unto him.
A/N: Well, tell me what you think! I had thought of the possibility of turning this into a series of sonnets, telling the epic story of the Winchesters, but that all depends on the response this one gets...