All he saw was red,
The sky, the road, his blood
He tasted the salty water on his cheek,
pouring into his mouth, his tongue numb

He missed his angel, his body laying on his knees.
No sound
No breath
No “I’m fine”
He was muted forever because of Dean

And he knew it, the weight on his shoulders
He was there to tell the angel he loved him,
He was too late

The angel with the knife in his belly,
The Winchester drew the gun
One shot
Two lives ended that night