Hi guys! This is a short fic about Dean and Sam and music (tAKiDA)! I have always thought that these bands songs should fit really well in the Supernatural serie. What do you think? I'm not a native English speaker (you can guess where I'm from after you read this story), so I apologies about grammatical errors. I hope you will enjoy it, and tell me what you think!

"Be strong, good son, another day will rise, as you die"

This was the first words Sam heard when he opened the door to the car, and stepped in.

"Hey! Lower the volume, would you? " he said loud, trying to get his brothers attention through the loud music. Dean sat, eyes closed, drumming on the steering wheel with his fingers.

"Sammy, this is good stuff, man" Dean yelled to him. "Lets listen to another song, you will like it too!" He said leaning forward to change the song.

"I will speak of you gently - even after the fight

I will speak of you gently - when red evils are about to rise

I will speak of you gently - flames appear in your eyes

speak of you gently - another deadlock in the night"

"So what do you think?" Dean said, after he lowered to volume a bit, but leaving the music on. He started the car and drove up on the highway again.

"Well, its actually no that bad" Sam agreed.

"Yeah, and this song, its called Deadlock, don't you think that it kind of fits in on what we do, huh?"

"Yeah, maybe" Sam sighed. "And what was the first song called?"

"Oh it was As you die. That's a cool name on a song, Sam. Not like the ones you listen to. We have to listen to this next one" he said eagerly and changed the song.

"You have a credulous mind it's not a halo

showing in front of your eyes

Yeeaah

I have a devil inside, he can't say no

Put me to sleep and bury the lies

The bond is wasted, your trust will fall

My journey starts when the grim reaper calls."

"That was Halo" Dean stated. He shot a quick look outside to his left. It was getting dark. In the horizon the sun was setting, coloring the sky dark red. A strong wind made some isolated trees along the empty road to bend.

"So, what are they? Is it some of dads old bands you, discovered or what?" Sam asked.

"No, man. This is tAKiDA, they are from Sweden. The dark, cold country in the far North"

"Oh really… I have read that their capital, Stockholm, is like at the same latitude as the southern tip of Greenland. But you know it's not that cold and dark, just because it's so far north."

"What are you talking about, southern tip of Greenland, that's freezing… Why do you read about stuff like that anyway?"

Sam sighed again. He didn't bother to answer. He sat himself lower down in the seat. It was dark outside now, it had started to rain. In the far distance were the red lights of another car barely visible on the road ahead of them. He closed his eyes. He could hear Dean changing the song again. A slower softer melody began to play.

"This is a song called Curly Sue." whispered Dean. And Sam just listened and let himself fall to sleep…

"Your strength is so hard to find

I feel so much stronger now

the feeling's alright

Your words make me whole again

Those eyes cannot ever lie

you're so divine

I'm not ever alone

You're not ever alone"