(i)
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
(ii)
Dean
(Dean)
Dean
Whispers of his name
Drifted in the air around
Warnings
Of the monster he had become
Were meant to keep him
Aware
Distanced
But instead
It drew him closer
To the demon
Dormant within him
He knew of the rumours
Of how his heart was
Devoid of desire
Empty of love
At least now
It was filled
With black smoke
And a lust for red
Maybe
This was it
The ex-righteous man’s
Path of destiny
(iii)
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
(C.)
the dean winchester creations challenge | ad-astra-castiel vs artemisetoile
↳ prompt: monster or human | Fan Art + Poetry