I don't own anything. Not the song, not supernatural, NOTHING:'(
The song: 45 by Shinedown
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45), Send a message to the unborn child What ever happened to the young man's heart And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45), Everyone's pointing their fingers And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45), And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 (45),
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
(And I'm) Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
(There is) No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
45
staring down the barrel of a 45
Rang from the lips of the young teen on the stage.
"I don't know bout you but I love this song!" Sam screamed
"I think you just want I piece of ass." Dean whispered, cringing at the jealousy in his voice.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sam cheered on. "Woa, that chick can rock!"
"Sure." Dean said rolling his eyes. "I'm bored do you want to go?"
"Yeah, I'm sure theres lots more interesting things we could be doing." Sam spoke raising his eyebrows.
"Not tonight Sam." Dean deadpaned. As he finished his beer he ross to leave.
"Why not?" Sam whined as they got in the car.
"Because I don't feel like it. Drop it." Dean shot back.
"You always feel like it." Sam pouted.
"Not when you're sitting there half plastered, drolling over some chick on the stage!" Dean answered, instantly wanting to take it back.
"What I can't look at some girl I'm never gonna see again, but you can mind fuck Jo all you like!" Sam yelled. "And even after you're done mind fucking her, I still let you fuck me. HARD, might I add!"
"I DO NOT MIND FUCK JO!" Dean screamed pulling out of the parking lot.
"Then what are you thinking while you stand there and stare at her?"
"I um...I... Shut up!" Dean spoke scratching his head. "What if I said yes. Yes while shes standing there ramblimg on, I imagen my self fucking her!"
"I would kill myself. Nowing that I wasn't sexualy fofilling my lovers needs that much, that they needed to go and fuck someone else. And can't forget about the heart shattering pain, that would seruge through me, blackning my heart and soul." Sam spoke as a single tear rolled down his cheek "Well I guess I better go sharpen my knife then, eh?"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT! DO YOU HEAR ME!" Dean screamed as he pulled the car over. "I fucking love you, with everything that I have. If you died you know I would follow suit! You're all I have left Sammy, all I need is you. I don't need Jo. Hell I would sell my car before I'd let anything happen to you."
"Dean, I...I'm sorry. Just...I love you so fucking much, I would die if you ever left me." Sam confessed.
The only thing Dean could think of to say back to that was to reach over and kiss him. Not a quick peck on the cheek, but a slow from the bottem of my heart kiss. "I love you Sam. If loved you sice dad put you in my arms and I'll love you tell god takes you out of them."
"Dean find a motel now, or I swear we're doin' it in the back seat." Sam spoke looking down at his denim tent.
"Yes sir!"
-:- Back at the bar-:-
"Did you see that guy totally checkin you out?"
"You mean the guy in the front row who was half way to to passing out? Ya I saw him, and I also saw his boyfriend. Fcuk he looked pissed!" She responded.
"Come on. You really think that guy was gay?" The guy asked.
"Yeah. Well the shorter one was totally jealous so I'm assuming." She stated, loading the last amp into the van "Where to now Tre?"
"Harvelle Roadhouse." Tre answered with a grim look.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me right?"
"Nope, says here that Ellen Harvelle would like us to play at the road house for her daughter. Also says that the road house ussually holds hunters. Our kind of hunters."
"Well, fuck, why didn't you say so." She sayed flicking her cigeratte but and getting into the drivers seat.
I got bored and started writing this and I think it's gonna be good so please review.