The song that's played is "Wish You Were Here" from Pink Floyd's album Wish You Were Here
Wish You Were Here song
He was freaking out. Completely freaking out. What had he done? Walked a human into an airport full of corpses who eat human. How stupid was he? He couldn't imagine how scared Dean was. Probably as scared as if he had walked right up to the human's wall.
He eventually got Dean back across the tarmac and to his plane safely and led him inside. He could see the fear in Dean's eyes, could practically smell it in the air, but the human kept his face as blank as possible.
"H-Home," he stuttered. Dean took a seat by the door while he moved further back in the plane to set down a snow globe he'd found on a table. He'd thought it was pretty. The scene of a girl and a boy holding hands on a bridge. Maybe that's why I'm so different, he thought. He didn't like girls, maybe that was part of the reason he was different then all the other corpses.
He walked back up and sat across the isle from where Dean was sitting. His bottom lip was quivering now, but he wouldn't let it show on his face. "N-Not eat," he struggled to get the words out. Dean looked away pointedly before deciding that it was probably a bad idea to take his eyes of the corpse and looking back at him. "K-Keep you safe."
He stood up too quickly and Dean flinched back. He froze before deciding it best to give Dean time.
He sat in an old car in the abandoned parking garage, staring at nothings. There were better ways to get to know people, he knew, than eating their dead girlfriend's brains, but at the moment those weren't available to him. He could barley even speak, not that Dean would talk to him anyway.
She sat at a table and looking up to thank the gruff man who had poured wine in her glass.
"It's a special occasion," John said with a fake smile.
"Special occasion?" she questioned.
"It's mom's birthday," Sam said from one side of her. She looked at Dean and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"So Lisa," John says, louder than necessary. "Dean tells me you want to work in agriculture, but would you consider working construction on the wall with your brother?"
Lisa flounders nervously for a moment before Sam turns to her. "Don't mind him, Lisa. Dad believes the way to save the world is to shove everyone in a big metal box and wait at the door with guns until we grow old and die." Lisa is a little taken aback by the words coming from the younger boy's mouth, but Sam had always been mature for his age.
John glared at the youngest Winchester with a look that said they'd talk about it later.
Dean looked around for to make sure no one was looking before ducking into the old church. "This is the only way to get past the wall without getting stopped. People are usually aloud in the nave of the church, but if people saw me walking in it would definitely be suspicious," Dean said with a grin. Dean lead her threw the empty pews and downs stairs into a basement. The church had a small centuries old tunnel that opened up just outside the wall. Lisa looked around nervously as they exited the tunnel, fear for their own safety piling on top of fear for her brothers.
They walked around to the part of the wall that Ben had been working on, a smile coming to Lisa's face as she saw plenty of people walking around.
"Hey, Ben!" she called. She was gonna chew him out for not checking in. Ben turned, inhuman eyes looking confused for a moment before the scent hit him and he shook his head slightly, running for Lisa, causing her to fall backwards in surprise.
"Lisa. No!" Dean yelled, shooting the corpse in the head. Lisa stared at the corpse for a moment before Dean hauled her up and dragged her off ordering, "run!"
No wonder he's so afraid of me, he thought. She'd nearly died that day. He approached the plane with caution, deliberately making noise as he entered so Dean wouldn't be surprised. When he entered the blonde boy was sitting in a different chair with a clear view of the door and a knife in his hand held close to his chest. He turned around and opened up one of the overhead bins, ignoring Dean's questions as he pulled out a blanket, opening it and laying it over the human.
Dean just stared at him, his eyes swirling with confusion, fear and accusation. "Why me?" he ordered. "Why did you save me?"
"D-Don't cry," he said as a single tear ran down Dean's cheek.
"Why!"
He walked farther back into the plane and pulled down a record as he heard Dean mutter, "my brother was back there you son of a bitch."
He put the needle on the record and the soft sounds of a conversation filled the plane before changed to a quiet guitar. He walked back up and sat across the isle again as another guitar joined in.
"S-Safe," he stuttered. "Keep you safe." He closed his eyes and just listened.
"So. So you think you can tell. Heaven from hell..."
Dean stared in confusion as the corpse seemed to get lost in the music. "What are you?" he whispered.
"Blue skies from pain..."
He looked back at Dean self consciously before looking into his lap, avoiding Dean's gaze all together.
"Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?"
He felt Dean's eyes on him as he leaned the seat back
"A smile from a veil?"
He didn't know it then but in that moment his heart beat. Just once and very briefly, but it was there.
"Do you think you can tell?"