To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Knocking On

I'm glad you got in. He almost took your freaking head off!

Hey Bobby, your hat.

...

Bobby? Oh, god, Bobby?

Bobby?! Bobby!!!

Bobby can't be dead

He has to be still alive

A bullet through his head

Bleeding profuse outside

I know Bobby's tough

And he's a great hunter

If he can just fight death

And emerge the winner

Please, Bobby, just try

Remember what you said?

You're gonna kill me if I die

Well, I'd do the goddamn same

I can't...we can't lose you

Not right here, not right now.

Not with the Leviathan uprising,

Not when we have so much to

Still know and learn from you.

We need your help, Bobby.

We need you by our side.

I just lost Cas,

I'm losing my brother,

And I'm losing myself,

I can't lose yet another

Or I'll fall apart completely

And nothing can save me.

Bobby, please...

Sam, is he dead?

I'm just checking—

...Is he dead—?!

Just drive, Dean!

Bobby can't be dead, I swear

He just cannot be, somehow...

Because if he is, then I don't care

If I crash this damn car right now.