A/N: Okie dokie, I've discovered that my previous stories are prose but it looks like this ones a poem. :P joy. Oh well, we can't all write respectable pieces of work.
What Is And What Will Never Be
Every time you speak,
I listen at attention.
Every order you give,
I follow without question.
Every time you crack,
My hand goes on your shoulder.
Every time you break,
I feel myself get colder.
Every time you go get drunk,
I drag your ass back home.
Every time you disappear,
I feel like I'm alone.
Every look of disappointment,
Chills me to the bone.
Every time I see a family,
Makes me want my own.
Every time you fight with Sam,
I see how much you care.
Every time that you're with him,
It's like I'm never there.
Every time you shout at me,
I feel like I've done you wrong.
Every time you grin at me,
I feel like it's been too long.
Of all the things you've said to me,
Of all the things you've done
You've never shown your pride in me
You've never said "well done".
I want a home,
I want a family,
A life to call my own.
I want safety for Sam,
Love for me,
And for you to be at peace.
I want your love,
I want your pride,
For us to be a family.
But I know I'll never get these things,
And to want them is to be selfish.
We have monsters to hunt,
And strangers to save.
Insurmountable evil to kill,
Unlimited danger to face.
But still I wish,
And still I dream
For something else
And something more.
Though I'll always be grateful for what I have
I will always yearn for what will never be.
A/N: There you go, like always, hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't figure it out, it's Dean reflecting on John.
EDIT: Okay, I had thought about writing another chapter from John's POV but honestly, it was extremely difficult and I'm happy with this as it is. So if I my muse hits me and I get a poetry wake up, I may write another chapter but I will post it as a sequel. But that looks unlikely so I hope you liked this as it is.