Okay, sorry this took a bit. But with working and I was at awesome con all weekend... BUT HEY I MET JAMES MARSTERS AND AMBER BENSON AND EMMA CAUFIELD! SO IT FELT KINDA WEIRD WRITING ABOUT THEM WHEN I'D JUST MET THEM.
I also met Mark Pellegrino and we talked about how awesome Mark Sheppard is, AND HE TRICKED ME. He was all "Have you met Mark Sheppard?" and I said no, and he goes, "Do you want to?" And reached INTO his jacket pocket but then was all, "Ahh I'm kidding there's nothing in there." HE REALLY IS LUCIFER! HE'S THE DEVIL.
There's a link to the song in my profile, listen before or listen after, you decide!
Listen and enjoy! [=
Dean and Sam were hesitant to leave their hotel room the next morning. They were worried that stepping outside of the doors meant they'd burst into song, but they heard singing through the walls, something pertaining to getting down and getting busy and they decided leaving would probably be better than listening to any more of that. They went straight for the Magic Box, not really understanding why, but knowing that they needed to be there.
"It's as if someone is writing our story, and we're just going where they want us to." Sam said, and they both stopped walking and stared around, searching for a person with a typewriter or something.
"You're thinking this could be a Tulpa?" Dean asked as they neared the doors.
"I'm not sure." Sam sighed, "Maybe a Tulpa merged with some weird Broadway demon from this dimension."
"Well either way, it's strange that we can't actually leave town." Dean stopped talking as they heard singing begin from across the street, a man was coming out of the dry cleaners, holding up a shirt, singing about a mustard stain.
"Let's get inside." Dean rushed to the door and just as he was about to open it, Buffy opened it first.
"Oh, hey guys." She seemed surprised to see them, "Where'd you go last night?" She turned back and let them in behind her. They closed the door as she began talking to the rest of the group, "It's not just us."
"Yeah, it's the whole freakin town." Dean said, "And we can't leave."
"Meaning like, you have to stay to help?" Buffy asked.
"No, meaning like, we tried to leave when we heard the swelling music and we couldn't pass the town line." Dean hopped onto the counter and Sam leaned up against it. Buffy was facing the entire group, her arms crossed over her chest.
"So did you sing?" Anya asked, eager to hear if they did.
"No." Dean laughed, wiping at his forehead, "Thankfully." He was laughing as he looked at Sam, who stiffened and tilted his head, "What?" Dean asked, Sam looked at him and shrugged, clearing his throat.
"What?" He asked, laughing awkwardly, "No, no I didn't-" He tried to deny it, but Dean raised his brows, he knew he was caught, "Ok, maybe I did. But it was after you went to sleep! I couldn't help it!"
"So glad I wasn't awake to hear you, you're my brother and I love you, but you're tone deaf." Dean clapped him on the shoulder and hopped off the counter, "So here's the deal, me and Sam have dealt with something called a Tulpa, which is kind of just a materialization of a thought-"
"Yeah, so if someone is thinking hard enough about their town being a musical-"
"It could become that. Sort of." Dean shrugged, "It's the best we've got at the moment."
"We've had something like that before!" Willow exclaimed, "See, my theory could be right!"
"Let's not bring up our song, please." Xander covered his face and sighed.
"Wait, you guys sang?" Dean asked, looking around, getting increasingly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, kind of right before you got here." Buffy half smiled in apology.
"Glad we missed it." Dean rubbed at the back of his neck, "So, Wil, you said you've dealt with something like this before too?"
"Yeah, when we were younger, this kid was in a coma and his nightmares were becoming reality for everyone." Willow shrugged, "Could be something like that, only his nightmare is that everyone sings."
"Would that really be a nightmare, though?" Sam asked, skeptical.
"It seems like it's Xander's nightmare." Anya rubbed at his back as a way to console him.
"Well, we can hit the books or Google and let's figure out what's causing this thing." Sam said, sitting at the table with the rest of the group, Dean shrugged and headed straight to the back for the training room, feeling that some time alone with the punching bag would help if he started getting the urge to sing.
About an hour later, Dawn came in, excited that her school sang; then Willow and Tara left, definitely a song coming on there. Sam sighed as he looked around, his web searches were bringing up nothing but plans for real life musicals. He scoffed as he saw "Twilight: The Musical!" When he looked up supernatural and musical. He was also surprised to see a review of the musical based on the books Chuck wrote. The review was written by-
"Dean!" Sam shouted, Dean ran from the back, drenched in sweat.
"What?" He asked, breathing heavily, he walked straight up to his brother, looking over his shoulder, "What is that?"
"It's a review of the Supernatural musical."
"Okay, and?"
"Look who wrote it." Sam said, staring at his brother, waiting for him to catch on.
"What is Supernatural the Musical?" Dawn asked from her seat at the counter, Sam looked at her and then to the rest of the group, who were equally as confused.
"It's a musical written by this girl at a prep school... Based on the book series, Supernatural." Sam explained, they continued to stare, "Which was written by a prophet... About us."
"About you?" Giles asked, "A prophet wrote a series of books about to two of you?"
"That's what I said." Sam shrugged, "We were just as confused. It really messed up hunting for us in a few towns, they thought we were LARPing as ourselves."
"LARPing?" Xander asked.
"Written by Chuck Shurley!?" Dean shouted suddenly, interrupting their conversation, "Oh, sorry."
"Who's Chuck Shurley?" Buffy asked, "Is he someone important? Could he be doing this?"
"No, he's the prophet who wrote our books." Sam explained.
"But he disappeared, we haven't heard from him since-" Dean cut himself off, "Actually, I don't want to explain just in case my story turns into some song about us."
"We haven't seen him since I beat back Lucifer and pulled Michael into the cage." Sam finished and then turned to Dean, "See, no power chords, we're fine."
"I'm just gonna zip it." He replied, determined not to spark any musical urges.
"Alright, alright." Sam laughed, shaking his head, "Have it your way. Don't talk until this thing is over. It'll be like a vacation." Dean held up a very ingracious finger and went back into the training room to continue punching things and throwing knives.
"So your whole lives are written in books?" Dawn asked, "Like books that we can buy?"
"Yeah, Chuck wrote them about all our big cases up until Swan Song, which is when he disappeared. They were big with the fans until we met him, then they felt like he was conceited, writing himself into the books and all that." Sam sighed, scrolling through some more pages online, "I wonder what he's doing." He smiled slightly and then continued reading. Dawn tapped her pencil against her paper and then made a note to visit a bookstore later so she could 'borrow' some Supernatural books.
"Hey, I'm going out patrolling, gonna stop by Spike's to see if he knows anything." Buffy said much later, pulling Dean out of his training mode, "Wanna come with?" Dean contemplated this for a moment but felt like he should just be alone for the night, just in case.
"Nah, I'm good. Have a good time, don't sing anything I wouldn't sing." Dean joked and Buffy rolled her eyes, leaving him to his throwing knives.
"Dean, me, Anya and Xander are headed to the Bronze, you wanna come?" Sam was the next to interrupt.
"I'm good, I kinda just want to be alone." Dean said to his brother, he was lying, of course, but how could he tell Sam that it wasn't him he wanted to spend time with, it was a certain angel.
"Yeah, sure." Sam pursed his lips for a minute but decided to let it be and turned, also leaving Dean alone. Dean left about five minutes later, bidding Giles a good night and heading out. He didn't know where he was going, only that he'd figure it out when he got there.
He ended up driving to a random playground, which was deserted, seeing how it was about 11 pm. There was a large party across the street with a bunch of teenagers singing about it being Friday and about drinking. He shook his head and sat down on a swing, realizing suddenly that he hadn't sat on a swing in a long time. He wondered briefly how long it had been for Castiel.
"Hello, Dean." Dean nearly fell off the swing when Castiel appeared on the one next to him.
"Holy!" Dean shouted, turning to the angel, "How the hell did you know I was here?"
"You called for me." Cass furrowed his brow, "I heard you, there's no other way I could have known."
"Well your angel radio is broken, cause I didn't." Dean said awkwardly, he didn't want to leave, though, so he just continued to sit there and not look at the angel, though he wanted to badly.
"Strange." Cass said, sighing, "Oh well, if there's nothing you need me for I suppose I'll-"
"No!" Dean cut him off, "I-I mean, I haven't seen you in a while, stick around for a bit."
"Alright, Dean." Castiel replied, he then pushed back and began to swing, Dean watched him for a moment and decided to join in. They swung like that for a long time, not saying a word; somewhere along the line they began to compete for who could swing higher, "Dean, you realize I'm an angel, I have wings, I'll be able to swing higher."
"Yeah, but you can't actually fly, you just disappear and then reappear." Dean challenged, the chains on his swing jumping as he swung higher than he probably should have.
"No, we fly. We just do it very fast." Castiel explained, looking over at Dean every so often, trying to match his height but for some reason was too wary to do so. He didn't like the look of the chains or the wood that they were attached to.
"Sure, sure." Dean teased, "So you're saying if I jumped off and you flew off, you'd be at the ground before me?"
"Yes, I suppose so." Cass replied, his brow furrowing, very clearly thinking it through.
"It wasn't supposed to be that hard of a question." Dean laughed and began to slow his swinging, Castiel followed suit. They finally came to a stop and Dean turned to look at the angel, and that's when he heard it.
"Are you alright, Dean?" Cass asked, very clearly confused by the panicked look growing on the hunter's face.
"Do you hear that?" Dean asked, looking around.
"The music?" Castiel said, listening hard and indeed hearing the soft guitar chords, "Whose song is that, do you think?"
"Mine..." Dean sighed, "I just know it, I can feel it. Man! I don't want to!"
"Just go with it." Cass shrugged, Dean stared at him in surprise, "What? Clearly there's something you need to say. So say it."
"Cass, I just- there's some stuff you've gotta understand, I guess." Dean was struggling, he turned to face the front as the words began rising in his throat, as if he were about to vomit, but instead, he began to sing.
There I was at the crossroads...
Put my life in a box,
I summoned someone down below
To find their way to the top
Dean rubbed his face, and felt Castiel shifting beside him.
I didn't have much money
In fact, I had none at all
I was just a culprit of credit card fraud
He laughed as he sang the words, Castiel did as well.
But see, I've got nothing at all
Without Family,
Without Sammy
Sealed the deal with a kiss,
But without my brother,
I wasn't gonna make it through this
He wasn't exactly sure what he wouldn't have been able to make it through, perhaps he just meant life.
Could't break the deal,
Or Sammy would die,
And Oh god,
I'm hungry for a piece of pie
Castiel laughed aloud, and that made his suffering through the song worth it.
Cause I've got nothing at all,
Without family,
Without Sammy
Dean got up off of his swing, Castiel followed him as they began to walk away from the park and to the benches, the angel sat and Dean stood before him, hands stuffed into his pocket, his foot kicking at the ground as the chords grew softer.
Sold my soul,
I had a year to live
But you know for Sammy,
There's nothing I wouldn't give
If hell was my destiny
I'd take it quietly,
If that meant Sammy was free
Down there deep inside the pit,
I'd turned into something else,
I never thought I'd give into it...
He dropped his head and sat down next to Cass, it was as if he was having an intimate conversation with Castiel, everything he'd felt about Hell and being pulled out was rising to the surface. There was one realization that he had yet to face, that he hadn't ever even said out loud, and he could feel it coming.
Then I was back on Earth,
A handprint burned on my skin,
That's when I realized,
I had the chance to begin again
Cause I had nothing at all,
Without family,
Without Sammy
But then you came, bursting with light
Cass, you saved me
You're more than family
I can feel your grace,
Everywhere I go
It's been quite a while,
Forgive me for taking it slow
You've never given up, not once,
Even when we didn't agree,
You rolled with every punch
"Literally." Castiel laughed, his smile lit up his entire face and Dean smiled in return. Their eyes met and for some reason, Dean knew to reach out and take Cass' hand, who gave it willingly.
Can you forgive a foolish man?
Distrusting and scorned,
But ready to give it a chance
Cause you're my destiny,
I can't sit quietly
Unless you say you'll stay with me...
He looked down at their hands and when he looked back up, the angel's eyes were narrowed at him, as if he was trying to figure something out. As if he was trying to discern whether Dean's song was truthful.
Please before I go,
I've gotta make it known,
That Castiel,
I love you-
His song was cut off, Dean couldn't fathom how it was supposed to end because the chords ended immediately once Castiel leaned forward and touched his lips to the hunter's. It was soft, tentative and unsure, but at least it was happening.
When the angel pulled back and they'd both opened their eyes, it was like the magic of the song had faded away, there was no longer any backing orchestra and Dean felt slightly self-conscious about the fact that he'd just sung a song to an angel. But he didn't regret it, and he could feel that Cass didn't regret what he'd just done. He looked down and their hands were still intwined; that was enough for the moment.
The song in my profile is shorter and a bit different, but it's still the same tune and such! [=