WR: Hey people, yes I know I have many other fics I should be finishing but I got inspired by randomness so this will become another one of my many projects. Hopefully, it will be short so we can get to the end. But I hope you enjoy it as well .

Supernatural and Daniel Bedingfield

Chapter 1: Where the hell are we?

It was in the middle of nowhere once more where the brothers found themselves. Dean and Sam were heading all over the United States and once more found themselves in the middle of a corn field looking anything 'supernatural.' It was a dull day, the sun was setting and only a matter of time before the freaky ghost would come popping out of the corn field and try to kill them.

Dean stretched his arms over his head from the passenger side, bracing his forehead against the cool glass of his black car. For a moment he turned back to look at Sam who looked just as bored, till he reached for the radio and suddenly a way to cheerful voice came on, "Hello Bucksville, Pennsylvania, its 5:00 on a Friday! You know what that means it's the hour of Daniel Bedingfield with yours truly Anna Smith. Enjoy!"

Then with a little bit of static the song began with a shout and a techno/disco beat. Dean instantly stared in horror as he reached for the dial. There was Sam bouncing his mop of light brown hair to the beat and singing along.

Girlfriend
You make my head start spinning around
And all I can ever hear is the sound
Of your heart beating in my ears
Girlfriend
This boy has found another reason to sing
You're reminding me of everything
That I hold dear in my heart

"What? I was listening to that." Sam protested.

Dean turned the radio off, "What the hell was that?"

Sam retorted with a questioning look and turned the radio back on, "Hey, I listen to that crap you call Headnoise? I have listening rights cause I'm driving."

"But I'm older and I say hell no," Dean once more silence rang through the car.

"But," Sam protested even more, a small sad pout coming to lips. Dean had turned away causing Sam to sigh and thump his forehead against the glass singing

"He don't love you like I love you
Don't think about you like I think about you
He don't want to have your children
He don't wanna build his life around you

Tell me I should not be feeling what I am today
Tell me to silence my heart
Tell me We've been here before
and I will walk away from you love"

Dean's nightmare had come true, Sam was singing in a dangerously high voice to him, eyes closed and the notes were all wrong. "Fine! Just stop singing! You can turn the damn radio on." Dean snapped putting his hands on his ears. Instantly the radio started blaring. Sam instantly started singing along and continued to once more bounce his mop of hair in time.

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

Suddenly, Dean had all he could handle. The radio died with the push of the button and a shout from Sam. "I can't handle that crap. Why the hell are you listening to it?" Then Sam became every quiet, "What? Did I somehow offend you?"

"No," Sam stated calmly getting out of the car, "the ghost is here." Dean stared at his younger brother and sure enough there was the ghost in question, a woman running around with her head tucked securely under her arms.

"Oh," Dean stated cocking his gun and ready for action, "You know the plan." Sam just nodded in reply as they headed towards finishing the job in the middle of nowhere. Dean stared ahead as Sam locked the black car in the middle of the cornfield. But under his breathe he clasped at a piece of paper cricked up in his pants pockets he had come across this morning. The black ink was written in elegant cursive with the back of English notes on them.

Sam,
"I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life"

See you tonight,

Jess

As Sam went to search for the bones of the beheaded woman to burn and salt them. He smirked watching Dean walk away, "This is far from over, Dean."