A/N: I also put this on LJ. I hope you enjoy it though.
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Dean and Sam are in the car, the radio playing. It was only really playing because Sam had gotten sick of Dean's cassettes and threatened to do something to the Impala if Dean didn't take a break from them. So after flipping threw the stations Dean found a classic rock station that Sam begrudgingly agreed to. Sam talked through most of the songs to Dean's annoyance. He didn't understand why Sam couldn't just accept his music. Around the time he was thinking this Sam suddenly became quiet. When he took a quick glance over at him he noticed Sam seemed to be concentrating on something.
"Everything all right, Sammy?" he inquired, a bit concerned.
"Fine, just listening." Came the reply. He was listening. Dean didn't get that; he didn't hear anything, nothing except for the engine and the music. It was then that he realized the song that was playing. It was Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven". Dean had known his mother, the memories weren't all completely clear, but he had them. He'd been with his mother for four years. Sam, he didn't have that. No memories and not even a whole year.
"She'd know you, Sammy." He said when the song ended and the radio host started talking.
"I know, it's just, I don't know." Sam fell silent. Dean, who wasn't one for silence really, turned the music up another notch or two and left Sam in his own thoughts and he went to his. As the next song came on he could only smile.
"I think she's sending you a song, Sammy." He said, hoping Sam was listening to the words.
"Maybe." Sam replied, listening to the song. Something in him though wanted to believe that Dean was right, that their mom was telling him to carry on and that she was watching out for him. He had to be right; because it had to be more than mere coincidence that Kansas's "Carry on My Wayward Son" was playing, especially after his thoughts. Sam smiled and silently sent a "thank you" up. She was up there, keeping an eye on them.
The End