Okay, yeah, I'm a sucker for poetry and I get the urge every now and then as you can tell. So here we go, yet another poem. This one is from Sam's perspective as he holds his dead/dying brother in his arms at the end of the Season 3 finale.

The title is a play on words, deliberately mispelt as Sam greets the first stage in the process of grieving… Denial.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy.

Quick disclaimer – I do not own Supernatural… only my words.

Deanial

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There's a hole in your heart

Where he used to be

Once locked away

Only you held the key

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There's a rip in your chest

And a thudding in your skull

Once filled with laughter

Once gleaming, now dull

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And tears sting your eyes

Tracing salt lines down your cheeks

The demons will be jeering

At the two Winchester freaks

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But you hold his body close

As his name dies on your lips

You can't bear to let him go

Can't bear to let him slip

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You know you're only dreaming

Same nightmare as before

He's bleeding and he won't wake up

Leaving through a one way door

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You know you're only dreaming

Know he's sleeping right beside you

Waiting for the morning

Waiting there to guide you

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But there's a stutter in your heartbeat

As you brush away the lie

There's a dying man inside you

'Cause you just can't say good bye.

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