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.
Originally published on my old writer’s blog here, made for a chapbook for my friend’s birthday.
It starts as far back as Michael and Lucifer, two brothers
whose love drove to the destruction of Heaven and earth.
One loved his Father, and the other adored his brother.
This growing separation led to a road of dissention
where Cain and Abel felt the tear.
The rift left one with an instinct to kill
and the other to be victim. The bond that bound
brother to brother
and cursed the line forever.
Carry on Sam. Carry on Dean.
There will not be peace, because you will never be done.