A/n: Brad Paisley and whomever own Whiskey Lullaby...
He cut him loose, like the stabbing pain of an angel blade.
He broke his heart. He spent the following months trying to forget.
He tried to drink his pain away, a little at a time,
but the angel couldn't get drunk enough to get Dean off his mind,
until that night…
He put that bottle to his heart, and stabbed it in,
And finally drank away Dean's memory.
He had gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition,
Rebuilt his body and made it whole.
Life is short, but this time the pain was greater
Than the agony of falling from grace.
And left him without the strength to get up off his knees.
Sam found him with his face down in the gutters,
The cuts on his arm read, 'I'll love him till I die.'
And when Sam placed his ashes underneath the willow,
The spirits sang a whiskey lullaby.
Sam suspected but he never really knew how much Dean blamed himself.
For months, he never tried to hide the whiskey on his breath.
He finally drank his pain away a little at a time,
But the hunter never could get drunk enough to get Cas off his mind,
Until the night…
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away Cas's memory.
He had held on tightly to him as they rose from perdition,
Felt his hands as he put him back together.
Life is short, but this time the pain was greater
Than when Alistair had sliced him through,
He didn't have the strength to get up off his knees.
Sam found him with his face down in the pillow
clinging to the angel's trenchcoat for dear life.
He scattered Dean's ashes underneath the willow,
While the spirits sang a whiskey lullaby.