Supernatural poems

Oh, Dean

Dean can't be dead.

Metatron is lying.

My heart fells like lead.

I know he's right, even though I don't believe a single word he's saying.

Oh, my poor Dean, the boy who thinks he doesn't deserve to be saved.

You have been saved and now I have lost you.

I miss you terribly, your presence, I have craved.

I cannot raise you again, such raw power would implode you and that is the one thing I do not want to do.

I do not want to ever harm you, Dean.

I miss you, my profound bond.

Sam has cried, Dean.

I miss your hair, how is it brown, yet blond.

I miss you Dean.

When I raised you, I left a little grace in you, now all of my essence is gone.

I miss everything about you.

I love you Dean.