Features the song Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones (I like the version by The Sundays better just FYI) enjoy!

Enjoy the Destiel.

ONESHOT

Her name WAS Coltrane and Dean had kept her in his trunk for twenty years. She had collected a little dust, but not enough to harm her finish. Dean thoroughly missed the old gal.

He only pulled her out when he couldn't stand the silence, but when could he ever. Sam was gone for the night and the moment seemed right. Dean opened the age old case covered in stickers from classic bands and concerts he'd been to. The old girl's strings still looked good and shiny even after all those years. He plucked one, savoring the noise it made with a smile. It was literally music to his ears.

He pulled her out and sat her on his leg, aiming his pick for the strings he strummed a little.

Amazing…she was still in tune.

"Childhood living is easy to do," Dean sang as he strummed the chords with grace. "The things you wanted I bought them for you…"

As he made his way through the song, he remembered every memory ever attached to it, it hurt but it was the good kind of pain, the one that makes you stronger. He smiled slightly.

"And wild horses couldn't drag me away…" he closed his eyes and felt the words, every one.

"Wild wild horses, we'll ride them someday…"

SPN – SPN – SPN – SPN – SPN

He finished the song and took a sip of his half drunken beer. His attention was interrupted though by a familiar flutter of wings and Cas was suddenly seated in front of him on the edge of Sam's bed.

"That was a beautiful song Dean," Cas said. "Voice like that, you could be an angel when you die."

"Flattery will get you nowhere fast Cas," Dean smirked. "Good to see you…"

"Good to see you too Dean," Cas cocked his head at the guitar and carefully extended his fingers towards her shine. "Such a beautiful instrument, and I thought heaven only produced such beautiful things."

"Yep," Dean smiled down at the thing of beauty in his lap. "She's my second baby."

"I hear per say that humans name their possessions," Cas said. "For what reason I'm not sure but, does it…er she have a name?"

"Well," Dean replied. "Her name WAS Coltrane but I uh…changed it to Cassie."

"Why?" Cas cocked his head once more at the hunter, looking into his eyes.

"Oh well," Dean smiled and looked right at Cas. "I just thought it had a better ring to it…"

Cas could barely hide the smirk the plastered itself across his face.

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So ya'll get it? Cassie, Cas the parallels? Anywhores, it's slight Destiel just saying.