Saving A World That Doesn't Care

Dear Sammy Love Dean.

I swear to God I remember the day that you were born. I was playing with those oversized legos. Or maybe they just seemed oversized cause I was so small. Whatever. Dad picked me up so quick I got light headed. Mom was making these big panting breaths in the back seat and I was bugging dad to take me to the zoo. In my defence I didn’t really know what was going on. Then when you were born I was like…’woah. So this is my little brother’ and the first thing my dad said to me about you was that I had to protect you fro anything. That was the number one rule. Before we knew about monsters or demons, the number one rule was look after Sammy. And I did. Mom used to let me come and tuck you in and I’d get dad to check under our beds and in the wardrobe cause that’s where all little kids think monsters live. Then she’d tuck me in and I’d look at your room across the hall, just to make sure you were okay one last time and mom would say that angels were watching over us. I grew up believing that. These amazing things with wings and hearts of gold would look after us. Maybe they were taking a break when they let our mother die. Maybe they were doing something else while innocent people were torn to shreds by vampires or sold their souls to demons. Then I realised. The don’t give a shit about us. We’re just the ants their supposed to watch over but they love watching us burn. I gave up on angels. On heaven. Then I met this one angel that loved the world with everything he had. Tried his best to defend it and then got so caught up in other things he became one of the angels I thought about when I was younger. Heart of gold but all wrapped up in other things. I don’t believe in angels. I believe in once angel. His name is Castiel. Anything else is just another monster with wings. 

(Source: rioliv, via lizzness)

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