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Here's the next chapter, be warned it's complete and utter fluff! I was walking to work one day with my ipod in and this just came to me, I couldn't resist! Hope you enjoy it :)
Say It Through Song
We'd been in the car for the last three hours hightailing it out of town before we were suspects for the witches murder and banged up in a cell; again. Dean was driving as usual where as Sam was sat in the back with me and had been trying unsuccessfully to patch up my cuts in the back of the moving vehicle.
So far he'd jerked the needle through my skin three times while trying to stitch my wrist up, the wrist I'd let him see anyway, and I was starting to get nervous.
"Dude not that I don't appreciate the whole Florence Nightingale thing but maybe we should wait till we stop? I'm not gonna bleed out unless you hit a major artery." I said looking pointedly at my wrist that looked worse than when he'd started.
Sam looked at my wrist as well and smiled. "Yeah you might have a point there." He said.
He started putting away the first aid kit, much to my relief when the car started making a loud wailing noise. Sam and I exchanged alarmed looks before both turning to look at Dean together. This was not going to be good.
"No! No! Come on baby don't do this to me!" Dean said his voice distraught as the noise continued. He slammed his hand into the steering wheel before pulling over onto the side of the dusty road.
Dean got out his face like thunder and lifted open the hood of his precious car. Sam and I exchanged another look before shrugging at each other and climbing out.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked the hunter tentatively, knowing how pissed he could get when anything went wrong with his baby.
Dean glared at me before looking back at the engine and poking around, probably the best response I could have got considering. He hissed and pulled his hand back as he obviously touched something hot.
"Will she run?" Sam asked his brother seriously and quietly, also weary of how Dean could be about the Impala he had inherited from his late dad.
"For a few miles maybe... I don't know..." Dean said before sighing. Dude was not a happy camper that was for sure.
"Bobby's?" I suggested in a very small voice, Dean hadn't said a word to me since we'd been in bed back in New York. And I so didn't want him to focus his pent up anger on me right now. I still felt too crappy for that.
Dean kept to his vow of silence and instead just shut the hood and started round to the drivers door. His shoulders tense, and I was sure I heard him muttering under his breath.
We drove completely in silence except for the loud wailing that came from the car for two days solid. On the third day the inevitable happened much to Deans fury. The car just gave up.
As Dean stood next to the car swearing, shouting and looking like he was actually about to kick his most precious possession Sam and I walked very quickly to the diner we'd broken down near.
Once inside Sam took care of the food and drink where as I made the nine one one call.
Three hours later and there was still silence as Bobby towed the Impala back to his. I feared for the older mans safety as he chuckled to himself ever mile or so. Deans twitch in his jaw getting more pronounced with every snigger. After twenty miles the snap that Sam and I had been waiting for, for almost three days came.
"What's so fucking funny!" Dean shouted into the silence. He voice sounding like a cannon blast after so long of being silent.
"Boy watch you're tone with me." Bobby growled, Dean instantly calmed down. None of us ever wanted to piss Bobby off, for one he had a wicked temper, and for another he had been like a father to all of us at one point or another, and we knew we were the closest thing the aged hunter had to family.
"Sorry." Dean muttered sounding just that. "It's been a long few days." Preaching to the damn choir there man.
"S'ok boy." Bobby said before letting out another little chuckle. This time we all looked at the man disbelieving. "Sorry it's just after all the stuff you igits face, all the crap you see and do..." He let out another chuckle. "And you get pissy when your car breaks down."
"Old mans finally lost it." Dean said simply.
"Defiantly senial." Sam agreed his voice sounding serious.
"Maybe we should look into home help for the poor guy?" I added.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm old that's funny. But you could all be in with one hell of a walk." Bobby grumbled back, but I could see the light in his eyes. He loved this as much as we did, the banter, the laughter, the fun. You took as much of it as you could when you could when you had this life. Because you could be damn sure that tomorrow you'd be fighting for it, literally.
The ride back to Bobby's flew past as now the ice was well and truly broken we laughed and bantered, no mention of work, or relationships or sleeping arrangements just light-hearted fun. A revelation really.
*B*o*b*b*y*
"You kept this Bobby!" I said with wonder picking up a tiny gold look cup that I hadn't seen in years.
Bobby looked up from the Impala that Dean and him were still working on. So far they'd ruled out a couple of things but hadn't actually found the problem.
Before Bobby could say anything Dean smirked at me. "Put that down Bells, it still belongs to me, doesn't it?"
"Hey, I could kick your ass without breaking a sweat now and you know it!" I said back with my own smirk.
"Yeah, but you haven't so that cup still belongs to me!" Dean stuck his tongue out maturely and went back to work.
I huffed but smiled when I'd turned my back and placed the cup back on the ancient shelves in Bobby's work garage. Three young kids that needed to learn to fight but were more interested in playing and having fun must have been a ball ache. So Bobby made it fun. He'd gone out and brought the tiny little cup, and the winner of our three way sparring sessions always won the cup.
As Dean had rightly said the cup did actually belong to him, as he'd won the last sparr that we'd all had. Though in my defence I'd been nine and he'd been almost fifteen, and I'd still given him a run for his money.
We'd all been in the garage for a few hours now and I'd been rooting around, catching glimpses of our pasts together the whole time. Bobby and Dean were working on the car and Sam was reading a huge book that was written in latin.
I took a seat on a workbench and opened a beer from the cooler that Bobby had so thoughtfully brought in. "Pass the goods girl." Bobby growled at me as the top hissed open making all the hunters glance at me.
Dutifully I passed around the beers before retaking my seat. I turned up the radio bored now, hoping some half decent music would fill the quite space. Some pop crap came blaring out making everyone barr Sam glared at me.
I shrugged before changing the station; static, static, classical music. Finally I found a half decent station where a Offspring song was just finishing. Not brilliant but better than any of the alternatives so far.
I kept the station on and hummed along to a few songs I recognised for a bit while watching the men work, passing tools from time to time and making small suggestions, I knew enough about cars to know a little of what I was talking about.
A song started up and I smiled, Knickleback's Rock star, a great song in my opinion, maybe this station had some merit after all.
"I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in. It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win this life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be..."
Dean shocked me by singing the first line with a small smile on his face. Though not as much as what happened next. Bobby joined in the second line, singing on his own and actually sounding like the guy who had originally sang it.
"So tell me what you want."
Sam sang the next line putting his book down for the first time and smiling as well.
"I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs and a bathroom I can play baseball in, and a king-sized tub big enough for ten plus me."
Bobby again sang the next line before all the men turned to look at me. Guess it was my que. With a massive smile I opened my mouth and sang completely off key. Loving every second anyway.
"I need a credit card that's got no limit and a big black jet with a bedroom in it. Gonna join the mile high club at thirty seven thousand feet."
Again Bobby sang the next line making us all laugh and make faces.
"Been there, done that."
Ewww... And so we carried on singing one line after another till we got to the chorus that we all belted out while clutching our beer bottles. Massive smiles lit our faces as we did. I didn't think that we'd had this much fun without being drunk or high in years.
"Cause we all just wanna be big rock stars, live in hilltop houses, driving fifteen cars. The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, we'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat. And we'll hang out with the movie stars, and the VIPs in the coolest bars. Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there, every playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair. And we'll... Hey, hey I wanna be a rock star, hey, hey I wanna be a rock star!"
We let loose like we hadn't done in ages, the sound of our not so great singing filling the garage and the sounds of our laughter mingling through the melody, making it sound even more perfect to my ears.
After the song had finished and an advert came on we were still chuckling and raising our bottles to each other. Though in the back of my mind a small voice was telling me that perhaps that was a little too choreographed? A little too Brady Bunch? Not something we'd normally do. I pushed the thought away, there was nothing odd going on here, just a bit of bonding now we were all back together, a bit of enjoying life for once instead of being miserable, what was wrong with that?
We carried on singing through a few more songs. One that had me creasing with laughter was when LMAO's I'm Sexy And I Know It came on. Sam and Dean even struck poses during that one.
The beer was starting to run out and the light was fading fast as the presenter changed and another song came over the radio.
It was a song by the cast of Glee apparently. I went to turn it over but stopped for some reason. Maybe I should give this one a chance? I have no idea what was going through my head when I did that really. Maybe something odd had been going on after all?
As the words filled the garage Bobby and Sam glanced at each other before not so subtly leaving. Dean and I refused to look at each other but neither of us left either. I couldn't I was rooted to the spot as the words seemed to circle us and meant a hell of a lot more than they should have.
"Guess this means your sorry,
Your standing at my door,
Guess this means you take back all you said before,
Like how much you wanted anyone but me,
Said you'd never come back but here you are again,
Cause we belong together now yeah,
Forever united here somehow yeah,
You've got a piece of me,
And honestly, my life, would suck without you!"
The words touched some part of me that I wanted to ignore and meant much more than they should to me. I squirmed in my seat clutching my bottle closer to my chest.
I looked up without wanting to when Dean cleared his throat. He was looking directly at me, his green eyes seeming to bore into my very soul.
To my shock and slight horror Dean started singing to me. Putting his beer down and taking steps closer as he did. His voice for once coming as cross as melodic, smooth and velvety.
"Maybe I was stupid,
For telling you goodbye,
Maybe I was wrong for trying to pick a fight,
I know that I've got issues,
But you're pretty messed up too,
Either way I've found out I'm nothing without you..."
And so he carried on through the chorus. His singing seeming to touch my soul, penetrating the rock hard shield I'd tried to put up around myself since I'd thrown myself at the hunter and he'd turned me down.
I took a deep breath as the next verse came up. I sang it in a voice that was just above a whisper, the words coming from that deep place inside of me that I'd wanted to pretend hadn't existed.
"Being with you is so dysfunctional,
I really shouldn't miss you,
But I can't let you go..."
By the time the chorus came along Dean and I were stood toe to toe singing softly to each other. As the song ended Dean opened his arms for me, obviously wanting me to step into his embrace.
I wanted it, I really, really wanted it. Like I'd sang I missed him, missed our easy going friendship that now always seemed to be on edge. Missed laughing and joking with him without watching everything that I was saying. I'd missed having hugs from him, stolen kisses when Sam and Bobby weren't looking. Nights of passion in seedy motel rooms or the back of the Impala when times were tough.
I did miss it. But I'd been too hurt to just step back into the life that he'd made me leave. I just didn't think I was strong enough to resist it either.
As a compromise I took Deans hands and looked up at the hunter that use to be mine. He had a small smile as he leant down to me. I... I wasn't sure what I wanted... What was best. So I looked down.
Dean placed a gentle hand under my chin and slowly lifted my face so that I was looking up at him. "Ok I get it sweetheart." He said softly looking directly into my eyes. "So let's talk." Dean said, probably a first for the hunter.
*s*i*n*g*
The man stood in the garage his blue eyes almost sparkling with emotion. The angel looked on at two of his favourite humans. He knew what he'd just done was wrong, putting a spell on them and taking away their free will, especially when he'd been fighting for these humans to have free will for so long. But he'd done it for their own good.
These two humans were meant to be together, anyone could see it. And they obviously wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon without talking. But both were much to stubborn for that. So Cas decided that they might say what they felt through song. Well they might do after he put a tiny little spell on the two of them anyway.
He had a small smile on his face as Dean took Bella's face in his huge hand. "So let's talk." The hunter had said to the girl.
His work done, the chance they needed created, Cas disappeared to go and fight his war, safe in the knowledge that two of his favoured fighters would soon be happy again. Well hopefully anyway.
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