Chapter Text
The veteran hunter watched,
powerless on the maelstrom's edge,
as the damned angels fought.
Castiel, victor,
two bullets short of a clip,
refused Dean's pleas to return the stolen souls.
Dean should've saved his breath.
That much power corrupts even angels.
Sam, resurrected,
knifed Cas in the back,
killing all hope of diplomacy.
Cas thought to take Daddy's place
as all-powerful god, judge and savior.
He commanded their obedience.
"Profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you."
Crap, another tin god.
Cas, ya idjit!
The storm's flood waters rising quickly,
Bobby just hoped they wouldn't drown.
