It's me again! Thanks to all of you for your comments and for coming back for more! :) Man, I can't believe how many chapters there are, I had thought at the beginning maybe one or two but the words just keep on jumping from my brain to my computer! As always, I hope you will enjoy this latest verse. Thanks again for being so kind in your comments, I truly, truly appreciate it! Keep 'em coming! :)

The brothers finally reach their room,
and Sam feels a moment of relief.
But of course it turns out to be short lived,
and quickly morphs to disbelief.

He sees his wounded brother now,
as he falls down upon his knees.
Dean seems to struggle against thin air,
and shouts 'Sam! show me where you are now. Please!'

Ohhhhhh...

Jingle Bells, shotguns shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.

Hey!

Jingle Bells, shotguns shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.


Dean feels his panic start to rise,
as he searches through the snow.
He sees spots of blood cover the ground,
and his anger at himself begins to flow.

He cries and screams his brother's name,
his head feels like it's gonna burst.
How could he let Sammy be hurt this way,
when it is him who should be cursed.

Ohhhhhh...

Jingle Bells, shotguns shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.

Hey!

Jingle Bells, shotguns shells,
Dean fumbles for his gun.
Sam can hear his pain is clear,
His brother can't outrun.