The werewolf, now fully a la mode, reared its head back and howled wildly. It faced them with quick snap of its head, animalistic blue eyes glinting fiercely in the darkness of the forest.
Dean and Sam each took an uneasy step back, clenching their fists and moving their hands slowly towards their holsters. The werewolf grinned wolfishly and growled at Sam, swiveling around threateningly towards him.
“Sam, watch out,” Dean warned with a tone of desperation. Sam swallowed and nodded once, gritting his teeth and wrapping his hand fully around the butt of the gun.
Suddenly the werewolf, snarling and bearing inhuman teeth, pounced
An angel once fell from the heavens,
And broke his will to them.
Doctor Dean then fixed him up,
To gay love they were condemned.
Dean at first denied their bond
But it was hard to miss
That Dean really wanted his ‘d’
And Cas wanted a kiss.
Throughout the seasons we all noticed
Cas’s feelings for Dean
And when Dean returned the gesture
We figured what it’d mean.
Our two lovers were sent away
Straight to purgatory.
Perhaps, some argue, for the best,
As they could do some… inventory.
At last we claimed to find truth
In places where it wasn’t
But we all still ship Cas+Dean
Even if Kripke say
An angel had not lost her father’s will,
Until your light shone through the nightless dream.
Amply through her grace your fair soul did drill,
Destined was she to admire its bright gleam.
And for you she did lead her path awry
To satisfy your pure heart’s ambition
The bright lure of your soul to her did cry
To stay forever with your permission.
Her angelic passion had known no bound,
For your sake, she was certain she’d have died
Than live without you, her true love, around;
She sought only to remain by your side.
And for the first time since the world was new,
The angel felt alive- because of you.
The music echoes throughout the elegant ballroom that represents our reality, the chandeliers stars that illuminate the skies of every planet in every solar system. Creatures of every gender and species couple and waltz the eternal night, circling in rhythm across the dance floor. Each dancer is unique; their own cavorts like a fingerprint, defining everything they are. Some dances complement others, some dances have many complements, and some have none at all. Rarely two dancers have the perfect complementary dance; the perfect lead matches its perfect follow. The ballroom swarms with eager dancers, most strivin