the graveyard garden of my bones

Howling ghost they reappear In mountains that are stacked with fear But you're a king and I'm a lion-heart A lion-heart [x]

And glorious was He, towering above him with solid reassurance in the lines of His chosen form and Sam felt a plea on his tongue for how those electric, undying eyes watched him. “Please.” And He smiled, and all was well.

She's the fire in the sin And I burn breathin' her in Now it's love suicide And I sell my soul for the high Truth be told I don't mind [x]

I'm a bad man Ain't my fault It's all I got It's so bad, man Broke my broken will And I can't go back [x]

We wear red so they don't see us bleed Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve We intend not to sleep till we're dead Drink our problems right out of our heads [x]

Here comes that electric spark in your eyes  Turning me into flames All these explosions go off in the night Don't let them fade away [x]

“Alright, look here hot shot. This whole macho man, dramatic hero bullshit? Yeah, that’s no gonna get you fuck all around here. I got alcohol if you want it, and I got beds if you need em, but I ain’t got time for men like you who think I’m gonna smile and bat my lashes just cause they call me pretty. I shot Captain America, you think I won’t shoot you? I’m a Barton, we shoot things we don’t like.”

So I bear my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in And I'm bleeding out [x]

Falling from the highest height And nothing would've made us ready As the light was washing from my eyes I swore that I could hold you steady [x]

“Please, Sam,” Soft, tender. A hand touches between his shoulder blades and the noises slowly bleed out, simply fade until they are but muted whimpers at the very back of his mind. “Answer me, Samuel Winchester.” Castiel orders, but his voice breaks, like glass.