The sky glows an eerie blue, filled with swirling white mist that is the clouds. Craggy, snow-draped mountain ranges emerge through those misty clouds. Their massive, forbidding peaks stretch to the horizon and then disappear behind more white mist. The white fog gave away to silky sheets of snow covering the mountainsides.
Hundreds of feet below, rivers run through a grassy valley like glistening white ribbons. The snow-covered Alps give way to gently rolling hills and lush forests. Birds can be heard whistling and singing their songs to one another. The lakes are so glassy that the reflection of the mountains and blue sky can be seen in the water.
In a near valley, the roofs of a small town can be seen from these heights. The town lies clustered together around a church and its steeple. Around the town there are many elegant lakeside castles and mansions with acres of emerald green farmland.
Further away there is a sunny alpine meadow where a young man with short blonde hair strolls through the greenest grass, swinging his arms in a carefree stride. He wears old working clothes that are a size too big for him because they used to belong to his older brother.
His name is Adam Winchester.
Suddenly he spread his arms wide, twirled in a joyful spin and began to sing.
"The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the
Birds that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze."
He ran to a small brook, swooped down to grab a stone and tried his best at skipping stones. He'd never been very good at it but practice makes perfect.
"To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
Stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to
Pray
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more."
Adam smiled to himself when he finished the last few notes of the song. Just as silence dawned upon him, the toll of church bells sounded in the distance, indicating that it was midday. Adam's dreamy smile was replaced with a small frown when he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing.
"Crap."
With that sudden realization, Adam slapped a hand to his forehead and ran back across the grassy field, only stopping once to pick his coat.
A/N: I don't even know how I got this idea; I was watching Sound Of Music and my thoughts immediately went to my OTP Adam/Michael. Just a note if any words are in italics it means the character is singing. And I think that's it for now. Anyway hope you'll like it, chapters will get longer. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine, Sound of Music is not mine. But a girl can dream…