ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. If you look closely, there are some hints of SLASH in there! Nothing too big.

Hey guys! I was really thinking about this chapter (more like scene), because this is a milestone in Sam and Dean's relationship. Hope you'll enjoy it!

The song Sam plays on piano (minus spaces):

http:/www. youtube. com/ watch?v=ViHjkogYdjQ

Have a good read!

Chapter 8: Interlude at the Piano

The next morning Sam felt ashamed of what happened. He disturbed the Master's night because he couldn't handle a little cramp… He didn't want to draw attention to himself and he certainly didn't want to cause trouble to his Master, but for some reason someone with a higher power must have hated him last night. The doctor was called to him even!

Sam was sure everyone was furious with him, waking them up in the middle of the night. So as he was going through his tasks, he did everything to avoid the others, not wanting to cause more trouble for them. So far, he did well.

In the afternoon as he opened the windows in the Great Ballroom for airing, he discovered a large, black piano at the end of the room. He folded the hook and laid it on the floor at the wall then slowly walked to the instrument. The lacquered wood was glinting in the sunlight: it must have been freshly polished. Sam caressed the smooth surface then, as he walked around the piano, the keys. He felt a smile creep up onto his face, as he remembered the piano in his old home. The mansion had filled with the beautiful songs as his mother had played. Those were happier, peaceful times…

A sad, longing sigh broke out of him, memories filling his mind, but reality rushed back into his head, chasing away the pictures of his childhood. Sam lowered his eyes to the keys and soon a melody popped into his head. Looking around to check he was alone, Sam sat down onto the bench and rested his fingertips on the white keys.

Hitting the first notes, he closed his eyes at the old song he knew from his childhood. His mother always called it: "Lullaby for Sammy" Soon his other hand joined in and the music began in a light, soft tone. After a little while he lost himself in the melody and the music rose in volume, filling the mansion and reaching a person upstairs.

Sam returned to the soft notes of the melody, his eyes still closed as he remembered his mother smiling at him while she played this song. He ignored the lone tear trailing down his cheek as the music slowed down, finally reaching to a stop. He quickly wiped his tears away, softly sniffing against the sobs trying to break out of him.

A hand landing on his shoulder made him jump and turn around.

"S-Sir?" he uttered out as he met with the Master's eyes, quickly lowering them back to the keys. "I'm so s-sorry, sir, I just don't know what came over me…"

"You play beautifully" Dean spoke quietly, cutting Sam's words off. Before Sam could scurry away, mumbling apologies, Dean sat down next to him, fingertips caressing the white keys lovingly. "here did you learn it from?"

"My Mom started teaching me" Sam answered, mind going through the memories of that time. "Then after she… passed away…" he gulped at the word, getting a little choked up. "Dad got me a teacher, so I could continue."

"I'm sorry" Dean whispered, looking at his servant. "I know what it's like… to loose a parent, I mean…"

The man sighed as he turned forwards, his hand leaving Sam's shoulder. The boy instantly started missing the warmth.

"My Dad died when I was a kid" Dean said. "It was a stroke. When he was alive, Mom would always come down and play something for us. But after Dad died, she never sat down to the piano. I guess it's too painful to her."

"I'm sorry" Sam whispered sympathetically. He clearly remembered the day he'd lost his mother. He and his father had been devastated from the loss, but they'd pulled through.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked suddenly, turning to his servant. Sam startled from the question, but then he remembered the night before.

"I'm better, sir" he answered, turning his head away in shame. "I'm really sorry for the trouble I caused…"

"You didn't cause any trouble" Dean interrupted firmly. "These things happen. You can't control it. I was glad to help."

"Thank you, sir, for helping me" Sam said gratefully.

"And you're not alone here" Dean continued, causing Sam to frown. "If you want to talk to somebody, Alex can be there for you."

"I don't understand…" Sam spoke confused.

"Alex is a hermaphrodite, too. Just like you."

Sam sat there for awhile, just staring in front of him, deep in thought. So Alex has the same difference as him? At least there's someone, who knows what he's going through. Maybe he can talk to him, befriend him easier with this knowledge.

He wandered out of his thoughts at the weight of Dean's gaze on his face. He couldn't help but glance up, although he quickly lowered his gaze after that, scared of punishment. So he was taken by surprise, when a hand brushed his cheek, turning his head towards the man. A thumb caressed the skin under his eyes and he slowly lifted his gaze up into brilliant emeralds.

A long moment dragged itself by them, unblinking eyes staring into each other. The jade orbs held so many emotions that Sam thought he would get lost in them. He felt a small pressure in his heart and mind that came with anticipation. He remembered the full lips of the Master, just begging for a kiss… However, Sam gathered himself together quicker than he thought he could in his state and he turned his head away, breaking contact. He quickly stood up, picked up the hook from the floor and hurried out of the Ballroom.

As he put the hook away after airing the rooms, he turned his back to the closet door, leaned his back onto it and let out a huge sigh. He just couldn't figure out if it was in sadness or relief.

After Sam disappeared, Dean sat at the piano for a few long minutes. When he heard the piano, he felt something unfamiliar and a little anger let loose in him. Fully intend to find out who played that melody, he wandered downstairs, only to find that boy at the instrument, eyes closed, fingers dancing on the keys swiftly. He knew the boy was well-educated and came from the upper-classes, but he never thought that he would be so talented at the piano.

The song brought out his own memories of his childhood and family, chasing away his anger from the moment before. They were sitting in this room, listening to his mother playing, while his father was reading the newspaper. He missed that time, badly…

Suddenly he noticed the lone tear wandering down Sam's cheek and knew that he was reliving his own memories. Without noticing, Dean was next to his silently crying servant and laid a hand on the trembling shoulder.

As Sam told him about how he learned to play piano, Dean remembered the futile attempts of his mother to teach him to play. Dean was too impatient for those lessons, though. Obeying to a strange urge, he told Sam about his father, surprising himself with that move and his honesty.

When Sam looked up at him briefly, he felt the curiosity overtake him. He wanted to see those hazel eyes again, hopefully without any fear or redness. So he reached out and guided the boy's gaze up. He couldn't decipher what he saw in there, not even now, as he was alone. So many emotions flitted through the hazel orbs in that one moment, and Dean couldn't catch any of them. As he thought about it more, he felt a tightening in his gut and he didn't know what it was. The only thing he knew was that if he concentrated on that feeling, he got the urge to just gaze into that beautiful pair of eyes and taste those thin, curved lips.

Shivering from the thought and from fear, he jumped up and escaped into his room.

TBC

So, how was it? Sorry for the shortness, but I thought this is sweet already, anything else would ruin it. But you tell me that. :)

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