I refuse to acknowledge that Dean helped make God (Chuck) mortal, just to die at the hands of a rebar.

So many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun’s gone to hell
And the moon’s riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms