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Thanks for all the nice comments everyone. And Dean's song is…

Five for Fighting~ "Superman (It's Not Easy)"

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Superman (It's Not Easy)

If what had been revealed hadn't been brought to light, Dean would have made a snarky quip about how he knew his song was going to be a Led Zeppelin hit, but after hearing about his brother's apparent depression the only thing on his mind was wanting to talk to him about it. He didn't even care that it made him seem like a touchy feely sorta of guy: if his brother was really depressed they needed to talk about it.

He looked towards Sam, hoping to catch some shimmer of what was just said in his eyes, but Sam just nonchalantly played with the hem of his light shirt. Dean thought he could perhaps start to talk about here and was about to speak but the music player came to life once more.

Just as the first tisk tisk of the symbol hit, the woman was in her chair, hands interlocked on the table, a knowing smile now taking its rightful place.

The beginning tisk tisk sounds of the song continued and Sam turned to Dean, knowing the song. Dean, in the first moment that he met Sam's eyes, wanted to comfort him for what was revealed before, but the feeling was lost as Sam looked like he was trying to remember something. That is when Dean realized the inevitable, his brother knew the song. The guy who knows fairy princess stories and opera knew this song: that can't be good.

Just then a piano started to play, the symbol continued on as the piano played a very slow melody that can only be described as melancholy. Dean felt something start in his stomach then rise up to his chest, a feeling that made him want to just wrap his arms around himself. Not that he did, but the feeling was so strong, it was like the notes were reaching into him, making him to feel a type of home hitting sorrow. It was also then that Dean felt he knew the song as well, he just couldn't place where though. A guitar started in the background and then the first line of the song came from a guy's mouth.

I can't stand to fly.

Right from that line, Dean felt the feeling in his stomach and chest tighten.

I'm not that naïve.

I'm just out to find, the better part of me.

The feeling clenched around his very being as a familiar thought crowded into his mind. It was a feeling he often got when he was saving people or helping his brother or Cas or even just doing something for himself, something that most people don't have to do for themselves. Most times he never got a thank you from those he helped, most of the time his friends and his brother did, but the strangers barely thanked him. But he knew not to expect it; he was doing this for the greater good.

As the man sang the next line the music seemed to lighten and grow all at once.

I'm more than a bird.

I'm more than a plane, I'm more than some pretty face besides a train.

He realized who the words were speaking of, but Dean couldn't help but compare himself to the comic book hero. He is always there to help others, to save people, never being able to be more, never able to go off the tracks, all he could ever do is be the hero. When he tried to stop he was the reason people were hurt, and when he went back, he was the reason people were hurt. Couldn't he be more than the hero? Couldn't he be what he wanted?

And it's not easy… to be me.

He made it seem that he loved his job, but every now and again he would think that he was barely doing anything with his life. But he had to be strong, for the people, for Sam, for everyone. There was no break from his façade.

The symbol was hit lightly and the music grew even more, a cracking sounded being added in the background.

I wish that I could cry.

Fall upon my knees.

Sometimes he just wished that he could break down, that he didn't have to be strong 24/7.

Find a way to lie… bout' a home I'll never see.

It was something he never told anyone, he wouldn't really admit it to himself, but he wished they had a home. He wished he had a place that he could protect and be 100% certain that there was no way they'd ever have to leave. But the truth was he knew deep down that the places he calls home are short lived. They are just fooling themselves when they believe they have a sense of home.

A violin played with the melody as the beginning of a new chorus started.

It may sound absurd, but don't be naïve.

Even heroes have the right to bleed.

I may be disturbed, but what you can see.

Even heroes have the right to dream.

Everyone expects so much from him, him and Sam. No one gives them the chance to hurt, the chance to want. They are soldiers, and a soldier has to be tough.

And it's not easy to be me.

Dean felt his heart squeeze at that line and how true it really was. His life was hard, a hard mess.

The music seemed to completely shift as the drums took the lead and the guy's tone went deeper. The music growing and decreasing when he did.

Up, up, and away, away from me!

Well, it's alright!

You can all sleep sound, tonight.

I'm not crazy…

Or anything.

He was still always there to protect everyone, even if he wanted to stop he knew now that he couldn't. He was in fact drawn to it, and couldn't help being there. Perhaps he was crazy for that reason.

The music softened to its original melody once more.

I can't stand to fly.

I'm not that naïve.

Men weren't meant to ride,

With clouds between their knees!

The hero isn't suppose to be like this, not suppose to live like this. The hero is suppose to live like this. The hero was suppose to be given the recognition, the double, normal life and get the girl. Perhaps he isn't the hero. He is just a man who does heroic things. Heroic men do not get the hero perks.

The music powered up as the man sang.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet.

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street.

How he wished he could just stop hunting, always looking for something that could hurt him or his family just to go hunt down one more dangerous thing.

Only a man in a falling red sheet.

Looking for special things inside of me.

The man continued to repeat that verse, "special things inside of me," several times making Dean realize just how desperate he was about wanting to find something about him that made him special, that made it so he made a difference in someone's life. That he would make a difference in this world so he is missed by more than just his brother.

Then the music raged on once more.

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet.

I'm only a man looking for a dream.

He still searches for that thing that would make him important to people, but in the end he always comes up short.

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet.

And it's not easy…

A shiver, similar to the one Sam felt, went down Dean's back as the music quieted and slowed so it was silent for a split second until the man's voice was all that could be heard.

It's not easy… to be… me.

The piano was the only instrument that played till the end, playing the slow beginning notes that it had before. Then the song was over. Dean felt those last words hold around his heart as he realized now how hard he actually felt he had it.

Unlike Sam though, he looked up right away, regretting it as the woman's grin was the first thing he saw, causing him to glare almost involuntary. Trying to escape the woman's watchful eye he looked over at his brother. Unfortunately Sam was looking at him with as much concern as Dean had with him. In order to escape both of them Dean settled into looking at the table. Gosh why did this have to be so weird.

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Without asking him to explain, probably realizing that none of these men were goanna open up even if it was obvious what they were feeling, she began to speak, Dean refusing to look up as she did so.

"Dean feels as though he is living a life that he rather not be living. He believes he is moving along this life trying to make something happen that will be good, but it is never good enough because there is always more evil. He realizes he has a hard life, a life that he believes is worthless because in all honesty he is leaving nothing behind. No one but a select few will remember him and even fewer appreciate him. He puts up a front for his family and friends, never allowing his distain for his job to show because if he does he is afraid that then the one thing he does well will become worthless too," she said with the same motherly smile as before.

Dean refused to show how shocked he was at how right the woman was. How on Earth did she know that? But a thought in the back of his mind worried him. If what she said about him was correct then what she had about Sam had also been correct.

Sam was looking at his big brother with a look of unease and surprise. He never realized that Dean had thought his life was completely worthless. Sure he was always willing to sacrifice himself for the common good, but did he really think that he didn't make an impact on the world, that what he does means nothing. To Sam, Dean had always been the tough, stone confident big brother he could always look up (not literally) to, but who did Dean have to look up to? Sure Sam was always there to comfort anything that was bothering him, but who did Dean have that would tell him that he is worth something to people besides Sam or Cas? Do I not tell him enough how important he is to me?

There was a moment of pure silence, where Sam just stared at Dean who had gone back at glaring at the woman. The silence was broken by the sound of her chair being moved back and her standing up.

"Right, now then," she began.

The boys followed her gaze, looking at her with a sense of confusion. What is she doing?

That was until they met eyes with Cas, who had been so silent this entire time that they had glossed over the fact that he was also there.

Unlike the Winchesters, the angel wasn't looking towards the woman, but instead at them. His head was turned as he had that searching look of his on, a frown and squinted eyes, like he was trying to read their thoughts. Both were wondering why he had been so silent this entire time, realizing that he probably didn't understand fully what they really felt due to his lack of humanity, when the woman spoke behind them.

"Hmmm, what is Castiel's song?"

Can you guys guess what Cas's song is?! Thanks for reading!