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A Life In Strife

POV: Dean Winchester

Paralyzed in shock,
I find myself watching you,
Cascade down into the hole,
From which Michael and Lucifer derive from.

I can’t seem to comprehend,
What I can see with my eyes.
You’re sacrificing yourself for the greater good,
But haven’t we done enough?

It’s not for them to decide,
Our fate,
Our lives.
We are one who can make decisions,
Whether either one of us dies.

But you know,
In times like this,
Is when I find myself breaking.

I don’t want to move on.
I don’t want to continue to hunt.

I did my best,
Making a new life,
Trying to settle down.
But all I thought of,
When I was with her,
Was you.

Then things started to happen.
Shit hit the fan, I would say.
I didn’t want to put them in danger,
Because, even if I didn’t love them like I you,
They were still my family.

I had to leave.
And that, really, was alright.
But after,
You show up,
Blank as day,
In front of me?

I didn’t know what to think….
Though, we continued to hunt,
And I left my family.
And you….
Well, you….
Had no soul?

Small things at first,
I noticed.
Running out into the fire,
Doing unnecessary things,
And then,
Unnecessary killing?

Everything went around and around,
Back and forth,
Tossed to the pitiful ground,
And even if you complained,
In that whiny, stoic sound,
The soul was placed back inside you.

Now, today,
As I look back on our past,
With our hands entwined together,
After all, up to the very last,
Everything was going to be okay.

There was nothing else to be afraid of.

We still hunted,
We still complained,
We still had our angels and devils,
Who thought they could drag us away,
But we knew,
That always, no matter what would happen,
With each other,
We would care,
And all those fancy chick-flick moments,
We would constantly share.

Description
A Life In Strife

POV: Dean Winchester

Paralyzed in shock,
I find myself watching you,
Cascade down into the hole,
From which Michael and Lucifer derive from.

I can’t seem to comprehend,
What I can see with my eyes.
You’re sacrificing yourself for the greater good,
But haven’t we done enough?

It’s not for them to decide,
Our fate,
Our lives.
We are one who can make decisions,
Whether either one of us dies.

But you know,
In times like this,
Is when I find myself breaking.

I don’t want to move on.
I don’t want to continue to hunt.

I did my best,
Making a new life,
Trying to settle down.
But all I thought of,
When I was with her,
Was you.

Then things started to happen.
Shit hit the fan, I would say.
I didn’t want to put them in danger,
Because, even if I didn’t love them like I you,
They were still my family.

I had to leave.
And that, really, was alright.
But after,
You show up,
Blank as day,
In front of me?

I didn’t know what to think….
Though, we continued to hunt,
And I left my family.
And you….
Well, you….
Had no soul?

Small things at first,
I noticed.
Running out into the fire,
Doing unnecessary things,
And then,
Unnecessary killing?

Everything went around and around,
Back and forth,
Tossed to the pitiful ground,
And even if you complained,
In that whiny, stoic sound,
The soul was placed back inside you.

Now, today,
As I look back on our past,
With our hands entwined together,
After all, up to the very last,
Everything was going to be okay.

There was nothing else to be afraid of.

We still hunted,
We still complained,
We still had our angels and devils,
Who thought they could drag us away,
But we knew,
That always, no matter what would happen,
With each other,
We would care,
And all those fancy chick-flick moments,
We would constantly share.