Dean wasn't the only Dean in the room.
Well, with the exception of the music that played out of his Apple product, he was the only person in the room, but he liked to only feel alone when it was aesthetic and edgy of him (he didn't like the term aesthetic though). But, what was it for a lad to sit by himself in a dark room, lit only by the headlights of his dear Impala outside the living room window, listening to some Dean Martin? That was a very straight thing to do.
Everybody loves somebody sometime….. Everybody falls in love somehow….
Dean shed one manly All-American tear. He missed his buddy Castiel. His super turbo best friend was in super turbo hell and he was very sad. It reminded him of when his dad left. At least he left the car.
This is sappy shit, Dean Winchester thought to himself. I can't keep listening to this.
The drapes in front of the window blew back. Dean couldn't remember having left the window open. A slight chill took to the air.
He picked up his iPhonePadPod and switched through the songs on legally-obtained mp3 files purchased to stimulate the American economy. "Where's Kansas?" he muttered to himself.
He paused. Castiel had said something about Kansas, or rather, not being in Kansas, a few nights before his expedited evacuation to sooper heck. What had that been about? Something about a Dorothy?
He resumed his search through the mp3s. Dorothy was probably just one of his friends. It probably didn't mean anything.
But yes, Kansas. Carry on Wayward Son was Dean's favourite song.
A honk from a car outside distracted him. It sounded awfully close, and rather familiar.
Dean scrolled through his mp3s, and startled, he clicked on the wrong one on the touchscreen. He glanced at the LCD display.
Britney Spears? I guess this will cheer me up.
Dean enjoyed the music. He jived a little bit, and the room felt illuminated to him, like the lights on Baby (A/N: that's what he calls the Impala) had grown brighter.
He didn't know many of the words to the song, but he knew the chorus off by heart after hearing Cas (everything came back to Cas…..) sing it a number of times at karaoke at the weird bar he went to sometimes.
He sang along, quietly at first.
My loneliness is killing me.
It was doing that, for sure. Maybe it wasn't the best song choice to cheer himself up with, no matter how upbeat the music was.
I must confess I still believe.
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind
The tenor of his voice rose louder, and he felt relieved that no one else was home to hear him singing so robustly.
Give me a sign
The passion rose within him, or, as much as he could muster while still being cool and manly. He prepared for the final line...
Hit me baby one more time.
The honk from outside roared louder as, in a shattering of light and shards of glass, the Impala broke through the window, hitting Dean and breaking his neck on contact and punting his good American soul straight to Heaven. The End.