Okay, I am trying this again. This was my new story, now posted under a different name. It got so little attention I decided to delete it and edit it more (though there might still be errors, i just can't get them all. How frusterating), and then add the second chapter to it. This fic is based very loosely on the song 'The Piano Man' by Billy Joel. Each character is mentioned in the song, but they aren't all doing exactly what the song says. This is written like a novel, more so then a fic. I'm sorry if that a problem, but I'm really working hard on writing scene, so here this one is. This bar is mentioned in my fic 'What Defines Them' but not by name. Kara worked there likes she does still. Also you'll meet a few more original characters. Maybe you'll like them and maybe you'll won't.

Anyways please read, review, and most importantly enjoy Also I promise more angst and drama in the next chapter/part.

~Kai

To say these were happy stories would be lie, but it would also be lie to say that these stories were a tragedy. These stories are neither of those things because these stories are just about life.

How the Stories Started:

The cursive writing that scrawled The Crossroads was lit up with bright red flickering neon lights that illuminated the corner, where four roads met and turned into one for just a single second. The bar was small. The large oak double doors that consisted of the entrance to the bar sat propped open exposing the inside to the cold weather of Kansas in December.

The front walls of the bar were made of long bay windows that over looked the busy street and people passing by. These walls each held four large booths that met at the corner with one even larger booth. Each booth had green vinyl beach seats and a long dark cherry would table, that matched the color of the bar only about ten fifteen feet away or so. Spread out around the bar were four or five cherry wood tables with four seats set around them. Closer to the back of the bar stood a large black grand piano, and next to it was a dated looking jukebox that held records of Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, and various other artists, who were popular just past the late 1950's. Nothing earlier and nothing later.

On the far end away from the piano and jukebox was standard size pool table with red felt instead of the traditional green.

Behind the actual bar stood a wall that covered in a thin layer of glass, which was interrupted by a couple shelves traveling up towards the ceiling. The mirrors behind the shelves gaze off the grand illusion that the bar had more liquor then it actually did. The beer taps rested just below the long shelves, while the kegs were hidden in the back behind the mirrored wall away from the views of the patrons that just wandered through or the regulars who always sat in their regular seats.

A man, who went by the name of Sam, gazed at himself in one of small gaps in the mirrored wall. He tilted his head as he evaluated his appearance, before he twisted himself around in the barstool and stared at the large crowd that had begun to file in. He's a handsome man with shaggy chestnut brown hair that is pushed back behind his ear, except for the few wayward strands that had escaped and formed his bangs that almost hid his hazel eyes. Stubble had just begun sprout upon his chin and above his lower lip. His skin was white and pale, but that could have been because sun hadn't been seen in weeks, most likely due to the fact it had been hiding behind a thick layer of gray clouds.

He was wearing a red v-neck t-shirt, with a black sports coat over it. He looked stylish, but the large rip in the left knee of his fade blue jeans stunted that possibility. His black leather biker boots tapped against on the support bars of the stool to the beat of Johnny Cash's 'Folsom Prison Blues' that currently filled the bar.

The bar was relatively small and had a thick layer of smoke wafting through it. The man coughed slightly as he leaned back and continued to scope out the crowd. He recognized no faces, but he knew he had seen them before. He had seen all of them before.

It was just past nine of a Saturday and he was sitting in a bar alone. Actually he wasn't alone, beside him sat his gruff adoptive father, who was throwing back a glass of whisky. The man gave him a small smile and patted him on the shoulder in reassurance as the gruff man just stared darkly at the dark amber liquid that rested at the bottom of his glass.

The gruff man had a dingy blue baseball that now had an indecipherable logo that hid his thin and graying hair, but couldn't hide the gruff man's bushy bread. He wore a grey, blue, and white plaid shirt over another white t-shirt that looked stained with large black smears of motor oil. His jeans were also smeared with motor oil as well, but unlike the other man his jeans held no large gaping hole in the knee.

The younger man knew this all of this was hard on his adoptive father, but somehow the man had managed to show up and that was all that mattered to him.

They both began to watch the crowd shuffle in and take their seats as the younger man looked down the bar at the bartender, whose name was Castiel and who was quickly filling orders that were being shouted to him by the growing crowd.

Castiel had been the bartender ever since before the young man had even stepped into the bar what now felt like many long years ago. Or at least that is what he thought.

Castiel finally made eye with contact with his bright and shining sapphire eyes and meandered down the bar and stopped in front of him. Castiel had a coif of unruly black hair that normally stuck out in all directions, but tonight it was slicked back what was probably half a bottle of extra hold hair gel. The collar of Castiel's black polo shirt, which had the bar's logo stitched into it was popped up concealing his neck as he leaned forward on bar in front of the young man.

"What'll yeah have Sam? And you wouldn't need a refill, would yeah, Bobby?" Castiel drawled with a smile that was completely faked. Sam pursed his lips and shrugged.

"Whatever you got in a bottle." Sam said absently as he turned back to his adoptive father, who was holding up his glass indicating he needed a refill. Castiel nodded his head and turned away from them for a brief moment. When he turned back, he had a bottle of Bud in his hand and a long necked bottle of whiskey.

Castiel uncapped the bottle and slid it over to Sam, who picked it up and took a long drink from it. Castiel then tipped the whiskey bottle over Bobby's empty glass, making the amber liquid slosh around like a tiny whirlpool. Bobby stared down into the liquid of a moment, before tightly gripping his glass and bringing it up to his lips.

Castiel spoke up again: "Is Dean going to be here tonight?" He asked slowly as if he was unsure he wanted to ask the question, but he leaned forward on the bar obviously dying to know the answer.

"Yeah, Dean said he was coming, but he had to somehow make up with Lisa. Apparently they broke up…Again, last night after Dean did god knows what." Sam spoke as he watched a pained look wash over Castiel's face for a brief second, before he nodded his head in understanding and turned away heading back to the other end of the bar where another patron of the bar was calling for his attention.

It was obvious to Sam that Castiel harbored feelings for Dean, pretty soon after he had introduced them to one another, was when had first noticed. He also knew better then to mention this revelation to either of them. Dean would have been appalled and would have never looked at Castiel again. While Castiel would have scoffed and denied his attraction, which in the end would actually only confirm it wholeheartedly.

Sam sighed and turned attention away from Castiel and onto the waitress, who had a bright smile spread across her face as she took the orders from the booths that filled the far wall. She was beautiful with her porcelain skin and her long blond ringlets that bounced as she walked up and down the line of booths.

She looked over at him and he felt the air hitch for a moment in his chest as she gave him a bright smile as if she was bestowing her confidence upon him. He smiled back at her and then turned to the door when he saw his brother enter with a cocky grin that could only have meant one thing. He had convinced Lisa to forgive him and they were back together once more.

"Hey Sammy! I'm glad you haven't started yet." He said brightly as he took the vacant seat on Sam's other side. Bobby gave Dean a small nod then returned to his whiskey once again.

"I was waiting for you and don't call me Sammy." Sam said with a little indifference and Dean's eyes widened in shock. "I'm just kidding Dean." Sam chuckled as he stood from his stool and headed towards the opposite corner of the bar.

In that corner sat the elegant grand piano that shined brightly even in the dim low light of the bar. Sam strolled over to the black bench and sat down. The bar, which had been filled with chatter suddenly, went quiet. He looked down at the ivory keys of the piano then back up at the crowd, who were on the edge of their seats, waiting patiently for him to begin.

"Everybody, I'm Sam and I'm your piano man for this evening." He said brightly into his microphone as his fingers gently began to dance across the keys.

The music filled the room quickly and people listened intently. The song was started off soft, but grew louder as the tempo increased.

Sam looked over at Bobby, who had was looking at him proudly and nudging the man on his other side. His pointing and gesturing made Sam smile at his audience as his gaze slipped over to his brother, whose eyes were closed as his foot tapped the rhythm of the song on the leg of the barstool.

Sam saw Castiel was staring over at Dean, with his lips pressed into a hard line before turning to someone who was beckoning for his attention. Another fake smile spread across the man's lips just as he turned and faced another customer. They didn't have a clue.

The waitress had stopped waiting on tables and was listening intently to the music. Sam watched her carefully as raised herself up onto her toes and twirled around before returning gracefully back to earth. Her hair tumbled across her face and a small laugh passed across her lips.

Sam played on, thanking people who placed tips in his tip jar with a nod and a smile. Finally at just past ten he thanked the crowd and said he would be back for more after his break. He would also most likely be back playing next Saturday, but he had to check with the bar's manager first to be absolutely sure. He walked back over to the bar and leaned upon it. A big smile spread across his face as Castiel slid him another Bud.

"That was a really nice set Sam." Castiel said with the first real smile Sam had seen on him. Sam smiled back and nodded his head in agreement. Sam then watched Castiel's smile slip from his face as he looked past Sam and over in the direction, where Dean sat on one of the barstools.

The color faded from Castiel's face and Sam saw a single tear slip down his cheek before the man turned away and hustled towards the other end of the bar.

Sam dared a look over at Dean, who was tossing a small velvet jewelry box up and down in his hand. Slowly Sam paced over to him and raised an eyebrow at the box. Dean eyes widened and then he smiled.

"I decided that Lisa was right. We should get married. I mean what am I really afraid of?" Dean said with a shrug and Sam opened his mouth to speak, but closed it before he actually did. "I can really see myself with her. I'm going to ask her when I get home."

Sam stared at his brother a long moment, then snuck a quick looked over at Castiel, who was now chatting with the waitress. She giggled at something Castiel had said and Sam felt a small stab of jealously in his heart.

It was stupid he shouldn't have been having these feeling especially about a girl that was already taken. He knew this all too well. She came in with him every Friday night and he sat in the back booth far away from the other bar patrons and entertainment. Sam had disliked him from the first moment he had met him, but had kept his mouth shut since he barely knew her.

Sam bit his lip and looked away from the scene and back over at his brother. "Are you sure Dean? I mean what really changed your mind?" Sam asked and Dean tensed and the small velvet box fell to the floor.

"Nothing, why would ask me that?" Dean demanded as he scooped the ring box and shoved it into his pocket.

"No reason, never mind. Just congratulations. I hope this works out. I hope you and Lisa will be happy together." Sam said sincerely as he reached up and squeezed his brother's shoulder tightly. He then turned and waltzed back over to the piano. He sat down and looked out at the thinning crowd and smiled.

Cheers erupted from the crowd suddenly and Sam brought his hands up to the keys and he began playing an excited melody. The melody quickened as the crowed became silent in order to better hear the musician's bare his soul. Sam focused his eyes on his fingers that danced across the ivory keys with jubilation.

He hadn't known where the song had come from, but it was everything he felt, everything that everyone felt was spilling over and onto the piano. That's why these people needed him. He was their translator. The song transitioned suddenly and the notes became soft and longer as he continued to play.

His encored continued for about an hour before he stood up and bowed his head in thanks. He grabbed his tip jar that had sat on the top of his piano and walked back over to his brother and Bobby, who still seemed lost in his music.

"That was a great set Sam." A soft sweet voice sounded from behind and Sam whirled around and stared over at the sterling silver eyes of Kara, the waitress. Her curls were now riding limply on her shoulders instead of bouncing as she walked, but she hadn't seemed too noticed as she hurried over to Sam and gave him a gentle squeeze.

Sam tensed at her contact, but awkwardly hugged her back. She didn't seem to notice his reluctance towards her until she pulled away from and stared up into his eyes once more.

"Thanks…It actually kind of got away from me." He said with a shrug hoping to ease the anxious look she was now giving him because of his uncomfortable posture.

"Really? That's amazing, I really love your music you're so talented…" Her voice faded away as if she wanted to ask something else, but decided at the last minute not too.

Sam had a pretty good guess what it was, "You're wondering why I play at this bar?" He said suddenly and Kara looked taken aback, but nodded her head anyways. "I just assumed it was because I just haven't got the right attention. I'm sure you can relate."

Sam watched a blush brush across Kara's cheeks. She obviously hadn't known that he had known. "Yeah, I do understand. It's tough." She said quietly her lips were pressed into a thin line when she finished.

"Kara! Could you take this order over to booth number five?" Castiel's voice sounded making both of them jump. Kara gave Sam a quick parting smile as she hustled over to the bar and grabbed the tray of drinks.

Sam watched her move carefully. He noticed that ever movement she made fit gracefully into the next. She carefully passed the drinks around to each of the patrons of booth five before she turned and made it back over to the bar by Castiel.

He sighed as he made his way back to his family, who still seemed to be in their own little daze until he knocked them back into reality by speaking. "How did you guys think the encore was?" He asked excitedly.

Both Bobby and Dean smiled at him and nodded their head approvingly. Sam knew he didn't play for anyone, but himself. Yet, he always felt his heart well up with pride as he saw the proud smiles from his family. It made playing music even better than it already was.

The rest of the night after that went by quickly. Regular bar patrons walk over and patted him on the shoulder and praised him for his talent. Sam smiled and nodded giving them thanks. New comers to the bar would do the same, but their praising consisted of 'What are you doing here?'

Sam would always shrug. He didn't know how he had found this bar or maybe even how the bar had found him, but he knew that he had come here and it was where he wanted to play. This was where people came to listen to his music and that was enough for him.

At just past twelve Dean said a quick goodbye to Sam to probably hurried home to Lisa. Then after that Sam hailed a taxi for Bobby and waved until the taxi had long disappeared into the distance. He quickly shuffled back into the bar, which was now empty expect for Castiel who was wiping down the bar and Kara who was swiftly setting chairs up on tables.

Castiel looked over at him when he reentered, but quickly turned back to his work. From what Sam could judge he thought Castiel seemed like he was preoccupied by something, but maybe that was just him. The news about Dean proposing to Lisa probably had hit him hard.

"I'm heading home." Kara said suddenly as she lifted the last up on to the table. Castiel locked gazes with her and nodded his head.

"Alright, I'll probably be another hour. I've got to do inventory." Castiel said back to her and then she nodded.

Sam had learned that they lived together a while ago, but that didn't make them discussing it any easier for him. In all honesty he wasn't sure how he felt. Sure he liked her, but how far did that go? How deep was it really? He wasn't sure and that was probably what bothered him the most.

"Are you leaving too Sam?" Kara said suddenly and Sam turned around to face her.

"Yeah…" He said with a shrug.

"Great…Because…Could you walk me home?" She said quietly and Sam eyes went wide in surprise.

"Sure, of course." He said in a rush and Kara raised an eyebrow in skepticism.

"Thank you." She said softly as she hurried off to the back of the bar to get her purse. She was only gone for a few minutes and when she returned she had a stylish black leather coat and a small black leather purse draped across her shoulder. Both of them walked out together and down the street, leaving Castiel behind at the bar.