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#dean winchester poetry
heller-castiel · 1 year
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inspired by @throughthegriefofdreams’s ask
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nayeliq1 · 10 months
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Words Unheard
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Pendant to Castiel's poem
Fic based on the poems
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queerstudiesnatural · 2 years
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Spn poetry month - Day 26: Dirt
@spnpoetryrenaissance​​
gardener dean is very important to me. and yes i think he has a lot of panic attacks when he’s no longer running on spite and adrenaline and finally lets his brain catch up to what he’s had to live through.
cw panic attack
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we got a garden, in spite of god
when i bought this house, i thought about how much you would love having a garden with flowers and bees and other annoying little living things it never once occurred to me that all that's yours would be mine that i would be getting a garden, too to grow tomatoes and fennel and strawberries to have a singular apple tree that bears small, barely eatable apples but that i still cherish like a part of me
we decided to try potatoes cut them up into segments and i dug a trench the stench of rotting flesh fills up the air in a bubble dirt and bones and meat surround me. past my bubble, the world falls away i am lying down now, next to the corpse, next to the worms that crawl up my nose and into my veins my lungs have decomposed and i will never breathe again. faintly, in the distance, a voice i am being pulled up now, out of my grave four years old in my mother's lap, unborn in an aquarium swimming, swimming, swimming inside myself shh, it's okay count backwards for me 50, 49, 48, 47, the worms crawl and crawl 46, 45, i think someone died, 44 43, focus on my breathing 42, 41, 40, 39, 38, 37, 36 my face is damp, has it been raining? or is it blood pouring out of my eyes? 35, 34, 33, 32, you're here but i can't see you i can smell you, though, and that's nice you smell better than the grave, 31, 30, 29 better than— 28, 27, 26 better than the corpse still lying somewhere behind me 25, 24, 23, you're right, there is no corpse 22, 21, 20, just dirt and potato segments that we cut up together, 19, and that are gonna grow strong for me to make croquettes and shepherd's pie. the worms are going away now. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, i love you you're safe, i love you, 13, 12, 11, kiss me rise, fall, rise, fall, 10, 9, 8, no more burning, no more crawling 7, 6, 5, 4, it's just us and this house that you rebuilt for me for us, for our family, 3, 2, 1, i love you. stay with me.
i love my garden. i sit all day by my flower beds, my skin browning under the sun, and i have many more freckles (more places for you to kiss me). i don't dig the holes anymore, but i look at you turning over fresh soil your back glistening and packets of seeds at your feet and i can't help but think i've made it. maybe my chest gets tight sometimes, and maybe the smell of death still finds its way under my skin but i count backwards, and i listen for your voice, and i know that this is real. i know i can hold your hand, and cook us dinner i know i can drape myself around your back, even with my naked chest, even with sweat and dirt and coffee breath i know that we will have strawberries in the spring. i laugh at god, to know we are surrounded by alive things.
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their-we-go · 9 months
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life at the lakeridge motel in january in 1992
hospital corners on motel sheets and orange juice from the vending machine.
soft pads of fingers pricked by the needle with the red thread.
just like sleeping beauty, Brother says when he sees
the small bead of blood
a second before you lick it away.
it’s been his favourite movie for a month and will be for three more weeks.
shut up, you say. toss him his clothes. 
watch him run his little fingers over the ridges of your stitches.
look away.
walk away.
watch the phone on the nightstand refusing to ring.
wash the same two bowls for the third time that day.
pray.
run out of games for your brother to play while you wait.
make up some more.
take him to the library and look at books you can’t borrow and wonder how long.
grow up.
grow tired.
keep wondering.
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softsophos · 1 year
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Hello friends I am checks notes half a month late for deancasroadtrip (@starcrosseddeancas) 's disneynatural follower celebration and I don't even have a starbucks to show for it.
But, I did accidentally write a 1k word poem for it soooo hi?
I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to format this and eventually decided it was saying slam poem so I recorded myself reading it.
Text is under the cut for those who prefer to read it or understandably don't want to hear me (the audio quality is atrocious I have literally no setup for this I'm sorry) (also yes the audio is in two parts because tumblr hates me)
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, john winchester didn’t raise boys who watch disney movies but, look, dean really was the one who raised sammy and dean, dean was never john winchester now was he
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, dean never watched disney movies okay, but if he did, if he did his favorite part wasn’t the dresses though they sure were pretty, and his favorite part wasn’t the singing like sammy, and okay maybe his favorite part was the talking animals but his favorite favorite part was the good defeating evil, every time, good defeating evil, because sure pretty dresses and jewels weren’t for boys like him, and sure singing a little song was for the unspeakables with their heads screwed on funny, and sure talking animals were unnatural and what’s unnatural gets silver to the heart, but good defeating evil, good defeating evil was for boys like him, good defeating evil was his life his language and there it was, without fail, there it was on the screen, look, the evil queen is foiled, look, prince philip stabs the dragon, silver to the heart, the day gets saved, the evil gets crushed, just like him, just like him
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, budgeting never included movie tickets unless dean got creative but, look, creative was one of dean’s many many middle names, they had a whole word game about it because, you had to get creative to kill long hours too, creativity and killing that was dean so, yeah, if sammy wanted to go see some fish girl whose dad actually admitted he was wrong, some fish girl who was loved and heard even when she had no voice, okay, okay dean wasn’t going to say no to sammy and yeah, look, if sammy wanted to see some nerd girl escape to where she was valued and wanted, some nerd girl who loved without laws of monster and not monster, then, yeah that was probably a bad influence, sammy was reading all the time and sympathizing with monsters all of a sudden, let’s roll that back, so, hey, if sammy wanted to see some tough girl learn to be a man, that’s better, some tough girl who a tough man could love even when he thought she was, nope,
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, when sammy got real into the whole fairy tale thing, like, books from the library into it, like, tell me a bedtime story dean into it, it wasn’t hard because dean could just tack up a once upon a time, throw in some good defeating evil, and spin a tale of hero dad or maybe, or maybe even hero dean but, but then sammy would crash straight past good defeating evil to what about the happily ever after and
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, if dean was confronted by a dragon on his way to the vending machine he’d grab a knife and maybe a shotgun for good measure, if a dozen talking mice started giving him life advice one day his biggest problem would probably be sorting out the advice, weird was weird, sure, but weird was also winchester, and the rules of fairy tale magic or real reality didn’t quite apply the same but, well, life did have some rules and one of those rules was boys don’t watch disney movies, and one was good defeating evil, and one was after all’s said and done you hit the road, you hit the road and you don’t ask what about the happily ever after, okay, okay that doesn’t fit in winchester reality, okay, okay we’re not princesses who sing a little song and get happily ever after, okay, okay what does happily ever after have on a good crisp stretch of freeway and a rinse, wash, repeat, once upon a here we go again
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, the angel castiel, apparently, does raise boys who watch disney movies, the angel castiel, apparently, is willing to drag two grown men, men who were boys once, boys who had known the rules of john winchester once, but the angel castiel is willing to drag them into a blanket fort, a blanket fort made by god, like some stunning new heaven that smells like clean laundry, is willing to drag them there and feed them burnt popcorn, and watch disney movies like it isn’t a sin, watch disney movies like it isn’t a secret, watch disney movies like it isn’t a struggle because, because the angel castiel, apparently, says this is how you love the boy you raise, says this is how you love those two grown men, men who were boys once, says this is how you love your fellow unspeakables with their heads screwed on funny, because the angel castiel, apparently, says dean never was john winchester now was he, says it with love
Kill the Beast, Save the Princess, Rinse, Wash, Repeat now, look, dean does watch disney movies okay, watches them with a home full of family and a heart full of love and a head full of those way too catchy tunes, and jack’s favorite part is the dresses, and they keep spilling chocolate milk on them, and sammy’s favorite part is the singing, and he’s honestly not half bad, and cas’ favorite part is the talking animals, and dean can never tell if he’s joking when he says he can talk to animals too, but dean’s favorite part, dean’s favorite part is the happily ever after, happily ever after for boys like him, happily ever after is his life his language and there it is, without fail, there it is, now, look,
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castielhoney · 1 year
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one day, you will grow up
and your arms won't feel so sore
and you won't carry around
the weight of your father's world
anymore.
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fixing-bad-posts · 6 months
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i am... a gay... a queer...
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asoftepiloguemylove · 3 months
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OUR LOVE STORY COULD BE KINDA GORY // DEVOTION THAT DESTROYS YOU
Sean Glatch "Caffeine Pt. 1," 4:41 // "Dolce," Hannibal (2013-2015) dir. Vincenzo Natali // Richard Siken Editors Pages: The Long and Short of It // Silas Denver Melvin "Let Dead Dogs Lie," Grit // "The Number of the Beast Is 666," Hannibal (2013-2015) dir. Guillermo Navarro // James Bay // Ethel Cain Western Nights // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Phoebe Bridgers Scott Street
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heller-castiel · 1 year
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resqectable · 3 months
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Be careful who you trust, remember, the devil was once an angel.
Dean Winchester
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opheliasam · 6 months
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sam winchester + being loved
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queerstudiesnatural · 2 years
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wee sick boy poem for my beloved @faithdeans​‘s milestone event
cw for suicidal ideation :/
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reaper save me tonight
beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep stuttering machine of a heart unsteady rhythm it keeps a finish line i could see from the start
circle my head with anointed hands burden of a caress, a drop of sweat rolling down my spine as they stand madness, chanting like a battleground
it's an old song, a dangerous melody boy meets death, not yet thirty still all is not lost, for to all that ails faith is a simple remedy
i have no faith, the boy admits no holy hands, not even clean when i wash them, water turns red do not waste your time on a stained sleeve
the boy is not yet thirty yet he's lived more than his years borrowing food, money, and time playing catch up with his fears
turning away from the crowd the boy asks for one last wish reaper, absolve me of my crimes with a touch, bring me quiet and peace
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purgaytorysupremacy · 6 months
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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
Sade Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes
Dean edition
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thoughtkick · 4 months
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Be careful who you trust, remember, the devil was once an angel.
Dean Winchester
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monstersandbrothers · 1 month
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I know this isn’t like news but oh my god. Dean breaks sooooo fast when it comes to sam. He has the hardest principles in the WORLD until it comes to sam. Fresh blood “i’ve been looking up to you since i was fOUR DEAN” “alright, we’ll hole up.” and then in s14 he’s so adamant that he will not be talked out of his plan to be buried in the ocean trapped with Michael and even tells sam as much and avoids sam for as long as he possibly can because he KNOWS sam will talk him out of it. And then oh would you look at that. One pouty little brother face and one “please” and one brotherlover fistfight hug and dean folds like an origami swan. Well shit Okay Sammy let’s go home. god it’s so sexy. He never stood a chance against the insane littlebrotherism. ITS SO SEXY
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