2008, somewhere in Utah.
When he had emptied his duffel, he found it. A double CD from some Celtic band named Clannad. He had grinned when his brother had given him the CD. It wasn't his kind of music, but he guessed the kid couldn't be blamed for trying to get him to broaden his tastes. His brother had a laptop with a CD-player anyway, so he could try it out, if he ever wanted to. The tapes were enough for the road trips they made. He didn't want to ruin his classic car by installing a modern soundsystem. Now they were here, in another motel, and by the looks of it, they were here to stay a bit. He shrugged. Why not? He could use the distraction while he was folding the clean laundry. His brother was on a supply run,so he couldn't make fun of him 'succombing to other music'. He slid the second disc in the drawer. It was a compilation of several soundtracks the band had done, and a lot shorter than the original album, so if he hated it, it was just a few songs. The original album was called 'Lore'. The titel made him scoff. They were always knee deep in that stuff. He could hear his brother's voice in his head: "So get this... according to the lore..." Dean smiled.
As the album neared the third song, Dean was softly humming along. To his surprise he liked the soft, yet intense sound. The harp, chiming in the third song, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and goosebumps race over his arms. He could get used to this music. The male voice made him tilt his head. It sounded familiar. Putting down the Led Zeppelin shirt with Icarus, that Sammy somehow loved, but he didn't (Icarus just looked too much like a falling angel. Dean didn't do angels.) Dean picked up the CD case and glanced at the back. The song was called 'In a lifetime' and it stated who wrote it, but not who sang. Frowning a bit, Dean decided he would find out. The song ended and he pressed Replay. The lyrics... he somehow desperately wanted to hear those, pay more attention to them. After the second run, Dean went for a third, his corebeing feeling the song somehow. He frowned, deciding to let the player go to the next song. This was starting to weird him out a bit...
The song had just started to fade out, when Dean heard the rumbling of his Baby. Sam was back. With a few swift clicks, and a magnificent slide of the jewelcase into Dean's duffel, Dean made it look as if he had just been doing the laundry. Sam's laptop just finished winding down, when he opened the door, grocery bag in his arms. "Hey, Dean... help me out, please. I got three more bags." Dean smirked. "Coming, Samantha." Sam gave him a beautiful bitchface, and plonked the bag on the table. "Oh! You got my laptop out already. Great! I'm dying to get some research done!" Dean rolled his eyes. "Nerd. I packed the clean stuff in our bags already, your Icarus shirt too." They grabbed the last bags and Dean perked up, seeing the applepie on top of his. "Pie! Sammy, you're spoiling me!" Sam threw him a look from under his bangs. "Can't spoil you. That stupid deal you made will make sure of that." Dean put his bag down. "Come on, Sam... Don't be like that..." Sam just threw him his prime bitchface, and stalked off to the bathroom. Dean sighed and started packing the goods away.