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000
Show Me What I'm Looking For –Carolina Liar
Castiel sighed softly, slumping down onto a park bench. His search for God was not going well. The longer he looked, the more lost he felt. He raised a hand to eye level, his fingers trembling. Then he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. An unfamiliar urge to weep from frustration bubbled up inside of him.
And in the shadows underneath a shady tree, God watched.
000
Blow Me Away –Breaking Benjamin
Dean Winchester raised his head slowly, his eyes steady and calm. He cocked his shotgun and took aim. The skin-walker that wore his face aimed right back at him.
"One of us is going to hell," the shifter said.
"Sorry, buddy. Been there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt," Dean quipped.
BANG!
000
Hoist the Colours –Hans Zimmer, PotC: At World's End OST
Sam knelt there, gun aimed at the back of his head. He locked eyes with his frightened brother. He smiled. "It's going to be fine, Dean," he said.
"Son of a bitch…" his brother said.
The younger, taller Winchester let out a laugh and before the demon aiming at his head could squeeze the trigger he whirled around on his knees and slammed his forehead against the meat suit's crotch. "I'm not dying today," he said as Dean finished the job by hurling the demon killing knife point first right between its eyes.
000
Dark Waltz –Hayley Westenra
The dancers whirled beneath the full moon. Over and over, never stopping.
Timeless.
Haunting.
Dean watched the dancers with hooded eyes. Their diaphanous skin and floating clothes slowly melted away as their corpses burned in a salted pile behind him.
000
Calling –Nobuo Uematsu, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children OST
It was just them and the road. Metallica pulsed and wailed from the speakers. The sun was bright and warm. The golden wheat fields swayed on either side of the asphalt.
Dean glanced over at his snoozing brother and, as he rounded a bend, he turned the music down. He inhaled deeply and thought to himself.
'This is something I'll always remember. Just us and road.'
Dean smiled.
000
Radar Lover –Golden Earring
It was nighttime in the city of Caldwell, New York. Dean's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He kept glancing in the rear-view mirror, grimacing. Next to him was a slightly panicky Sam. The older Winchester weaved in and out of traffic.
On their tail were three police cars, sirens wailing.
Dean turned off his lights and sped up.
There!
He dove right into heavy traffic and did a heavy tailspin, parking perfecting into a parallel spot. The brothers watched as the police cars shrieked past. Silence as they waited another five minutes and then Dean pulled out.
Time to split.
000
Come Sail Away –Styx
Castiel stood next to Dean who stood next to a seated Sam. The youngest Winchester's long legs hung over the grassy edge of the cliff. Waves crashed against the cliff-side. They had just finished a gig in Spokane, Washington. A cool breeze ruffled their clothes and hair.
And the sun set in the west.
"Let's go," the angel said.
000
Enterprising Young Men –Michael Giacchino, Star Trek 2009 OST
Dean shrugged his shoulders to settle his suit jacket more comfortably on his torso. The green-eyed Hunter ran a steady hand over his hair. He checked his chrome watch and straightened his plain black tie. Dean made sure that he had his fake ID and FBI badge. He then looked over at his similarly dressed brother who stood up from the motel bed after tying his patent black leather shoes.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
000
Poker Face –Lady Gaga
Sam watched the pacing police officer through hooded dark brown eyes. He didn't twitch a muscle when officer slammed his hands down on the cheap metal table. He waited with a blank expression as the man snarled at him, ranting and demanding answers.
The tall Hunter's patience paid off when another officer hurriedly entered the room, proclaiming an emergency that required all six of the tiny town's officers. They locked him in the interrogation room.
It was unfortunate, or fortunate depending on perspective, that Sam Winchester was his generation's version of Houdini because when the policemen came back, he was gone.
000
Gravity –Vienna Teng
Castiel tilted his head up to face the sky. Just beyond the sidewalk in the play-park children shrieked in laughter, dancing and running and jumping. A strong breeze blew up from behind him, swirling the fallen leaves.
He stood alone on that sidewalk.
Wondering.
Wanting.
Hoping to find God.
000
The Last Song –Theory of A Deadman
Dean listlessly wandered into the church. He blinked in surprise at his surroundings. He had no idea why he had come in. Then he snarled and stomped out, to the bewilderment of the Father that was about to approach him. He stopped on the last step that led up to the church.
The Hunter looked out at the empty street. He tilted his head up to face the sky.
For once he wished for a miracle… a miracle that Dean knew would never come.
000
END