A/N: this is a sort little one shot.
Disclaimers: I do not own Dean Sammy and John, though I wish I did, and I am not Carrie Underwood so I don't own the song either.
Luvs ya!
~Kaitie Kaye
Dean Winchester walked into a small bar across from the motel he and his brother, Sam, were staying at while they tried to figure out another ghost's haunting. It was roughly 11 at night and all Dean wanted was to have a beer and talk to find out rumors.
The first thing he noticed was it was a bit busy, a total of about thirty people, even though it was a Friday night. The next thing was, that there was a young girl, no more than twenty, in a little corner about ten feet from wall to wall. She was standing behind a microphone and was just about to start her little concert.
Dean went up to the bartender who was just sitting on a chair over viewing his bar.
"Hey." Dean called to him. The bartender turned around to face him and asked what he would like. "Gimme a beer please." The bartender obliged and gave him an opened Coors draft.
That's when the singing started.
It was a lot like karaoke. There was music playing, and nobody but the young girl was singing.
A little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school, another house that will never be a home
Every few weeks, months if they were lucky, he, their father, John, and Sam moved to another house or apartment with another school in another state. When he was six, he was alone, save Sammy, but he was the one taking care of him.
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know, this is my temporary home."
They knew that they would move, so they never made close friends. Never had a real home where they could live.
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She looking for a job, looking for a way out
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
"Some day we'll find a place here in this world"
Dean would say that to Sam when he was three and wondered why they moved around all the time. "Don't worry Sammy. We'll find somewhere where we'll stay for a long time and not a little while. And dad will be there too." Sam would go right to sleep then, dreaming of what it would be like.
"This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that were passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our temporary home"
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers, "Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face"
"This my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was my temporary home
This is our temporary home"
A stray tear made it's way down Dean's face. His hunt and beer forgotten, Dean walked out of the bar and headed for the motel. Another tear fell down his face as he remembered himself at ten, Sammy at six, and John moving yet again into another temporary home.
A/N: So how'd you like it? I just listened to the song and I thought of how the first part related to their past so I made it.
Tank ya fer reading!
~Kaitie Kaye