To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

We Are The WINchesters

We're the Winchesters

Always ready to fight

Through black and white

In the hopeless darkest nights

We jump from the frying pan

And into the fire (of hell)

The bigger and badder the man

The more fun and challenge it spells

We poke demons in their beady eyes

And call angels winged dicks

You got a monster problem? Say bye

'Cause we'll surely eradicate it

We're awesome and badass

We got lots of venomous sass

And cool people watching our backs

Like Bobby, the Impala, and Cas

We're Winchesters, we always prevail

And for a good reason, we could tell

We're Sam and Dean, two brothers

And we're not the LOSEchesters!

UP TOP!

~*~

(a/n. I wrote this because it's been days and I still can't get over Jared's joke XD)