Our Father
John Winchester, who art in heaven (we hope)
Hallowed be thy Name (except when Dean calls you an ass).
Thy Impala shines.
Thy will be done,
By Dean but not so much by Sam.
Give us this day rock-salt and bow-hunting lessons,
And forgive us actually having minds of our own and not being perfect.
Let us whoop the ass of those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into sleazy Roadhouses;
But deliver us from evil:
For thine is a righteous mission of vengence,
For Mary, and to help Sam and all the children like him,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
prompted by my musings about The Church of John Winchester