A/N: So I thought to myself: Elizabeth needs a hobby or some kind of habit. I didn't want to give her a substance dependency or something that was otherwise destructive. So I thought: Why not give her a constructive hobby/habit? Winchesters don't have many of those. It would be a nice way of evening out the scales.

Now I don't know much about stringed instruments (I'm a woodwind player myself with a short-lived experience in brass.), but I think I know enough to get by. It's not like I'm going into great detail, but I have been considering a story that revolves around Elizabeth's talent and skill at playing the violin.

Disclaimer: I sincerely doubt Eric Kripke would give the boys a sister, so you can safely assume that I'm not Eric Kripke. (I also wouldn't kill Bobby. Seriously, not cool.)


Dueling Violins

"Dude! Sam, guess what!" His room-mate burst through the door, red and breathless with laughter. "Y'know Kim, that Korean violin snob? He totally got his ass handed to him! It was great!"

Sam looked up from the hefty volume of law he was holding, sheer curiosity getting the better of him.

"What happened?"

The room-mate hastened to explain.

"Okay, there was this chick, right? Think she's a new student, but anyways! She's got a violin and she was out practicing near where Kim goes every day. I missed the first part, but they got into this total pissing match about who was better and started like, y'know dueling violins. They were both really good. Anyways, I think Kim won and the chick says something like, she didn't feel too bad about losing to a guy who can play two violins at once because of the second bow up his ass!"

The room-mate doubled over laughing and then ran out to go tell someone else. But Sam just had this really sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure why, because they couldn't be here, but that didn't stop the sinking feeling.

Then his mobile rang. Caller ID: Dean.

Well, crap.

"Is this about the pissing match with the violin snob?" Sam asked upon answering.

"Heheh, heard about that already, huh Sammy."

"My room-mate thought it was the funniest damn thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't wait to tell me."

"It was pretty damn funny. Liz had the guy on the ropes. I think she let him win 'cause she didn't want him getting all pissy. I mean, man he was an ass. Liz totally handed it to him no matter. He kept goin' on about how he had six years of experience and bein' the best in his class and then Liz totally ripped out 'Flight of the Bumblebee' with some serious funk rubbed on it. Never heard 'Flight of the Bumblebee' played like that!"

Sam frowned, bemused. "You've heard 'Flight of the Bumblebee'? Dean, isn't that a little uh... outside your tastes?"

"Yeah, but dude... Our sis is good. No one can appreciate how good she is until you see her fingers flyin' over the strings. Y'know, she's been playin' for the last thirteen years, but I think I just now started to really notice that's she wicked good."

"Well, she had to learn to play by ear, since sheet music is kinda pricey." Sam pointed out. "She can play a ton of radio jingles and every goddamn song from every single cassette you and Dad own. Hell, I was impressed when she transposed 'Kashmir' onto the violin."

"That was awesome... Look, she kinda took off after telling the violin snob he had a stick up his ass and he wanted to punch her, but she didn't wanna risk getting her violin smashed, so she's gone. I can't find her. I need her on this because we've been tracking a cursed item over two state lines and now I'm just pissed at it."

"That explains what you're doing at Stanford."

"This thing's nasty, Sammy. We're pretty sure it's in the auditorium and I kinda need Liz to get us in there."

"Gotcha. And I'll let you know if I hear from her."

"Awesome."


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