Summary: It's Sam's turn to drive and his turn to pick the music. It's not his fault something sissy came on but neither of the boys can get enough courage to change the station. Song fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters and I don't own any rights to the song leader of the band. This was all in good fun.
An
only child
Alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands
were meant
For different work
And his heart was known
To
none –
The boys looked out the window silently as the song started to play.
He
left his home
And went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave
to me
A gift I know I never
Can repay
Thinking quietly to himself Dean couldn't help but think of the time Sam left for college.
A
quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a
soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
'This song was made for them mostly Sam,' Dean thought silently as the memories played like a movie to the song.
He
earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet
hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to
understand.
A tear started to build up in Sam's eye as he thought of how that totally described his dad.
The
leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But
his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul
–
Both boys looked straight ahead as they listened to what went though their head every time they used their dad's gun's or used his journal as a reference in a hunt.
My
life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a
living legacy
To the leader of the band.
Sam gave a small smirk as he thought about what he's been telling Dean, that they should keep hunting because dad would want them to.
My
brothers' lives were
Different
For they heard another
call
One went to chicago
And the other to st. paul
"One went to California" Dean spoke quietly so Sam could not hear.
And
I'm in colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this
life I've chose
And come to know so well.
'He chose' both boys whispered then turned and smirked at each other knowingly.
I
thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank
you for the freedom
When it came my time to go –
Sam shook his head, 'what freedom, freedom for Dean to hunt alone after I left or the freedom he forced on me when he made me choose.' Same scowled
I
thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And,
pap, I don't think I
Said 'I love you' near enough –
Both boys dipped their heads knowing that it was true, they were Winchesters after all, and they never said I love you, but maybe they should have.
The
leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But
his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul
--
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm
just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living
legacy
To the leader of the band.
As the song came to a close both boys knew that this song spoke of them. This song was their song no matter how sissy it was.
A week later Sam downloaded the song on to his computer which is where Dean found it when he was messing around with the computer one day. Every once in a while when one of the boys is feeling down and missing their dad they will steal the computer and listen to the song.