Disclaimer; Don't own any of the following characters in this poem… Cas is Kripke's but Archie and Josh (+ the garrison) belong to my genius friend The Tribble Master…

The C.I.A chronicles –

They may sound somewhat dumb
And their awesome garrison inept
But are still all Badass and HOT
Though sometimes they seem unkempt

There isn't a party in heaven or hell
An invite to which they wouldn't get
And the partygoers would never attend
If they knew Cas' angels wouldn't accept

Archie, the horny bastard is the badass
Every creature should NOT look up to
That said, he is every badass' hero
The angel every female wants to do

There are many characters in the garrison
Some interesting than others, depends on choice
Oh my fricking Bobby, I should not be writing
Broke the first rule, *Never give their secrets voice*

Damn it all to hell, where a three-headed dog
Stands guard, he can scare an angel to hell if he has to
But he has a weakness, not Archie's secret stash of booze
He has a soft spot for Bobby and likes Josh's massive taco

At the mention of the most awesome and hottest angel
No, I'm not talking of Cas, though he's a mighty sexy boss
I am swooning over Josh, the CIA who is Angel Perfect
The sexy smartass with an attitude showing he doesn't give a toss

I think I have shared enough information for now
Oh my fricking Bobby, the garrison has arrived to party
Better go before the CIA find out what I have done
Like last time, they'll torture me, in a way that's sexy not arty

*Quickly sends poem before the CIA could stop her*