A/N:I know that I haven't finished my other story 'Lost and Found' yet before starting this one and for all of you who have been waiting on it, it should be posted by next weekend! Sorry for the delay on that story but please enjoy this in the meantime.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters; I am simply borrowing them and will return them when I'm finished.
Say It With A Song
Home
Home.
It's more than just four walls and a roof.
It's squeaky doors and leather seats.
It's army men crammed into the ashtray and legos shoved into the vents.
It's yours and your brother's initials carved into the wooden floorboards beneath the carpet.
It's a long stretch of blacktop and box full of cassette tapes.
It's the side of the road, with a cooler of beer, ignoring the fact that you still have miles to go.
It's the middle of nowhere, sitting on the hood, watching the stars.
It's a place of hurtful words and healing embraces.
It's a place where you can laugh and shed tears.
It's a place where if you get lost you can always be found.
It's saying there ain't no me if there ain't no you.
It's saying I'm here, I'm here and I'm not going to leave you, I'm not going to leave you.
It's your brother saying as long as he's around nothing bad's gonna happen to you.
Home.
It can wrecked and destroyed and torn to pieces.
It can be built from the ground up.
But sometimes Home is more than just four walls and a roof.
Sometimes Home is four wheels and a gasoline engine that has squeaky doors, leather seats, army men stuck in the ashtray, and legos that rattle in the vents when the heat's turned on.
A/N: I hope that I did the Boys and the Impala justice.