Roundup (Acoustics 'Verse)
It’s like a cattle drive, but the herd’s moving over burning rocks instead of grassy plains. Sam’s the cowpoke, driving his animals toward a large, thorny enclosure
Sam can’t see Dean among the panicked crush but whenever his lash cracks, it invariably finds his brother’s flesh. The animals balk at the entrance but with Sam and his hounds coming up behind, they stampede through.
Sam cuts the herd until only his bloody, exhausted brother is left, then ropes and hogties Dean before pulling his irons from the blaze.
Gonna brand you all over, baby. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.
Next: Christmas Spirit
Sam can’t see Dean among the panicked crush but whenever his lash cracks, it invariably finds his brother’s flesh. The animals balk at the entrance but with Sam and his hounds coming up behind, they stampede through.
Sam cuts the herd until only his bloody, exhausted brother is left, then ropes and hogties Dean before pulling his irons from the blaze.
Gonna brand you all over, baby. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.
Next: Christmas Spirit