The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. -Richard Bach
I'll never stop dreaming that one day we can be a real family, together, all of us laughing and talking, loving and understanding, not looking to the past, but only to the future. -LaToya Jackson
A/N: Welcome, everyone! So my friend got me hooked on Supernatural recently and I fell almost immediately in love with it. I really wish I had discovered it earlier than Season 11.
In order to pour out some of my passion for it, I've decided to start this one-shot collection. If anyone has read my other writing, I have two one-shot collections for Once Upon a Time in progress and I intend to handle this one the same way. The one-shots will be mostly humorous and focused on family moments. I am more than happy to accept requests from readers. Hopefully this project will be fun to write and fun for everyone to read.
For starters, this is an idea that came to me when listening to my own classic rock playlist one night. Am I the only one that can imagine Dean doing this? Especially after the infamous "Eye of the Tiger" moment?
In the Air
I can feel it coming in the air tonight-
Even as Sam Winchester finished sweeping through the most recent dump of a motel room-for the third time that morning-and made his way down the trellis-lined pathway, he could easily hear the familiar, pulsing rhythm of Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight" pounding from the black 1967 Chevy Impala that belonged to his brother. As he expected, Dean had taken his usual spot behind the wheel, eyes closed more peacefully than Sam had seen lately. He was fully absorbed in the music, and singing along in that pitiful, off-key whine of his. Even so, Sam couldn't help but crack a smile as he loaded the last of their belongings-aka evidence-into the trunk. It was nice to see Dean in such a pleasant mood.
"...but the pain still grows, it's no stranger to you and me-" Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-
Just as Sam slid into the passenger seat, the car vibrated from that famous drum solo and Dean drummed his palms on the steering wheel in time with it.
"Really, dude?" he teased Dean. It was always fun to tease his brother, especially when it came to his love of classic rock music. Mainly because it was so easy to accomplish. Just as he anticipated, Dean's trance shattered, he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, and he gawked at Sam as though he had just broken the painful news that the consumption of pie was illegal.
"What?" he barked. Sam shrugged and turned down the volume, even as the final beats of the song carried on. That made Dean freak out even more. "Oh, come on, Sammy! It's a classic song! You can't not do the drum solo!"
"I can," he objected. Of course, it rubbed Dean the wrong way for even arguing what he assumed was an inarguable point, and he shook his head, as if he truly pitied his little brother for not sharing the same enthusiasm for his music. Technically, it was Dad's music, more proof that Dean had taken after their father in more ways than one.
"You know what? Bite me. You have terrible taste in music, anyway." Dean turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life after one uncertain sputter, and they hit the open road. Sam knew he shouldn't take the bait, because Dean often enjoyed teasing his brother just as much, but like one of the cocky demons they hunted, he stepped right into the trap.
"I do not have terrible taste in music. That's subjective, isn't it? You have your opinion, I have mine? To each his own?"
"I know what subjective means! Just because I didn't run off to some fancy-shmancy school. And no, no it's not subjective. It's cold, hard fact." Dean gave him that wild-eyed look, like he was seriously concerned for Sam's state of mind. "I heard Gloria freakin' Estefan coming out of Baby's speakers last time you drove."
Sam's head shot up from the notes he was studying closely in his lap-preparation for their next case a few states over-and this time he was the one resembling a fish, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
"How did you even hear that? I thought you were asleep!"
"How did you think I wouldn't notice?" Dean shot back. "Believe me, I thought I was having a nightmare. I had "Turn the Beat Around" stuck in my head the entire morning. Seriously? Gloria freakin' Estefan?"
"The dial was stuck. I told you about that before." He was starting to understand why Dean preferred to listen to tapes nonstop rather than fiddle with the radio. Dean smirked.
"Yeah, sure, that's what they all say." And he turned up the music.
A/N: Of course, I do not own Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight." And I am proud to admit that I cannot get through that song without doing the drum solo. (-;