Tunes, a supernatural fanfic
Sam was in the library room of the motel in Missouri he and Dean were staying. There wasn't really much to it. It wasn't very large, but Sam found himself absorbed in everything around him. Being a nerd and all, as Dean said, sometimes. The younger Winchester sat in an armchair in the corner near some light emitting from a lamp, reading a book on lore, like he usually would. His brown eyes scanned each word carefully as his head processed the information. And then he flipped the page, proceeding on. He stayed endorsed in reading the wonderful book, until he heard a noise that caught his attention. Music. He looked around the room for a moment, skeptical. He then put the book down after placing a bookmark in the crease, and slowly snuck out of the room, continuing to listen closely. Maybe it was Dean listening to music while he was getting ready for their next hunt. As he shuffled down the hall, it came to him. This wasn't Metallica, ACDC or anything Dean liked. It was a stringed instrument. A guitar. He then took a left, into the living room, where his eldest brother sat in a chair, strumming gracefully at a guitar and letting his vocals fly. This surprised Sam. Dean usually wasn't one to play guitar. Sure, he would sing in the Impala all the time, but this was something different. He'd never see his sibling picking up an instrument. Sam smiled, and leaned against the wall, watching his oblivious brother strum and slide his fingers along the fret tabs, vocalizing as he did so.
''Sweet home Alabama,'' Dean sang, ''where the skies are so blue...''
Sam was paying close attention to his playing, but even more closer attention to his voice. His smile grew bigger, enjoying his brother like this. He was staying quiet, so as not to startle him, or get into a small fight over how embarrassed Dean would be if he did.
It was little moments like this that he enjoyed seeing his brother do. His brother that he loved so much.
''Lord, I'm comin' home to you,'' Dean continued singing. ''here I come, Alabama...''
Sam let out a small chuckle, and left the room, leaving Dean to his own thing. He made a promise to himself to try and hear him do this more often.