Rare Ships

↳ Debriel

“I see right through you, you know that? The smart-ass shell, the whole ‘I could give a crap’ thing? Believe me, it takes one to know one.”

“Better late than never, huh? […] And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother, not any more. So this is me, standing up.”


And maybe we got lost in translation

          Maybe I asked for too much

                    But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

                              ‘til you tore it all up

                    Running scared

          I was there

I remember it all too well

If Sam and Dean were forced to speak in poetry:

So get this!

Bodies mutilated, could be a case.

Simple, we’ve hunted something like this,

that monster that has no face.

Dude why are you talking like that

with pauses, meter, and rhyme?

Man cut it with that poetry crap

people are dying, we have no time!

Dude, you’re doing it too!

What the hell is going on?

What could have done this, or who?

Why do you always rag on me when things go wrong?