He was always willing to drag a blade across his skin
Maybe to prove that he is human, or to hide someone within.
But the one thing that this hunter never said.
Was how the hot blood that he shed,
Was the only thing that could convince, poor Dean,
That he was not yet, truly dead.
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Short Supernatural Stories
FanfictionI will fill this book with some stories about Sam and Dean. Happy, sad and in between :)
