Bringing on the family business
And saving people, hunting things
Cruising in an Impala
Killing evil bitches
The planet will end
Angels fall; But
Winchester
Brothers
Live.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
