This is another one from the Supernatural chapbook I’d made for my friend’s birthday. Originally shared here.
“Angel of God, my guardian dear.
To whom his love commits me here…”
—Old children’s prayer
Mom always said angels were watching over me
but with what life dealt me, I found that hard to believe.
Then I found out angels dealt me this life
and I could almost laugh at that irony.
Angels are not guardians; they’re dicks with wings.
Well, except for Cas.
Castiel: fallen from God, and it was for me that he fell
and rebelled. So I guess I got one angel watching over me, Mom.
Reblogged this on dear myrnin.