Author's note: Well, here's chapter 2. And I'll just tell you now, I'm a hopeless romantic, not a stunt choreographer/supernatural expert. I'm just trying to hook the boys up romantically to satisfy my need for, well, romance. If you're looking for demon specifics and a big bad specter looming over their shoulders, you won't find it here. But if you're like me, and lacking in the romance department, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Also, I'm considering providing a few song selections for each chapter as it's soundtrack because that's what inspired most of these chapters. I'd just provide a short list of 3 or so songs that you could listen to if you can find them. Think it's a good idea? Just a thought.

Disclaimer: Again, Supernatural and its fine looking leading actors do not belong to me. Pity. Also, the song featured is 'Mouth Shut' by The Veronicas. I don't own that either.

Chapter 2: The Musical Challenge

Months pass and Shane was still tagging along with Sam and Dean. A comfortable camaraderie had settled amongst the three, and the hunts that they entered into passed along fairly smoothly with little to no injuries. Riding along through the middle of nowhere after just completing a hunt, Shane was complaining once again about the music preference. After three months together, Dean still hadn't let Shane play a song from her iPod. And while she understood that it was his car, she was beginning to get more than a little frustrated.

Those iPod headphones began to hurt after awhile.

"Dean, come on!" Shane pleaded, leaning up between the seats. "Please, please let me play a song. I promise it won't be too bad. We actually have similar music preferences. Why won't you let me play just one song?!" Shane continued in a whiny tone.

As expected, Dean could no longer put up with the girl's incessant pleading. He caved. He should receive some sort of medal for holding out this long.

"Alright, alright already. You can play one song. One." Dean said, exasperated.

Digging into her bag, Shane retrieved her I-Pod/cassette converter and hooked up her I-Pod to the radio. After careful deliberation, she chose 'Mouth Shut' by The Veronicas and decided to sing along.

I'll fix him, Shane thought as she began to sing, quietly at first. Increasing in volume to full out, she leaned forward to rest her arms on the seats. She then leaned in closer to Dean and caressed his cheek from one side to the other while singing.

Let's say it momentarily distracted him from driving.

While Sam watched on in amusement, Shane turned to repeat the cheek stroke on Sam, lingering longer and singing more to him than anyone else. Keeping eye contact for a while longer, she then leaned back to the center to finish the song. Both boys had a glazed over expression. The song ended and Shane disconnected her I-Pod, ready to put her headphones back in.

Dean shook his head slightly to clear the daze and said, "That was…" then cleared his throat, "nice. You can sing… I mean, play another if you want."

"Thanks I guess." Shane said unenthusiastically, while smiling inwardly. That had been the plan all along. "I'm not sure though. I'll think about it." She then proceeded to put her headphones back in. "Can I take a rain check?"

"Oh, I don't know now. I may not be feeling so charitable later on." Dean replied, smirk back in place. "You know, after the shock wears off."

Shane reached up to smack him upside the head.

"Don't be an ass. We have a long way to go. Besides, I have the upper hand." Shane said, taking the headphones back out. She could feel an argument on the horizon.

Ducking away slightly and rubbing his head, Dean said "Ow. Alright, damn. Sam, wanna help me out here? Sam?" Dean reached across to smack Sam's arm. "Are you with us?"

"Huh? Yeah…what were you talking about?" Sam said, startled.

Dean rolled his eyes and replied "Shane. Playing another song now. Do you want her to?"

"Why don't you let her wait, Dean. Besides, we could use a talent like hers later on down the road." Sam said in a negotiating tone.

Uh oh, Shane thought. She did not do well in front of crowds, which was what Sam was probably alluding to. Not without her sister. Her sister was more of the attention seeker anyway. Karaoke for cash was definitely not on her 'to do' list.

"Whoa, Sam." Shane said, "I do not do well with karaoke if that's what you're thinking. At least, not alone. So stop that train of thought right there."

"Sam, are you serious?" Dean asked curiously. "You can get cash for karaoke?"

"Why Dean," Shane said, mock teasing. "I didn't know you could sing. Sam, why didn't you tell me?"

"Dude, no." Dean said cringing. "No way in hell. I'll stick to hustling at pool and poker."

"Sam, seriously," Shane asked "Can either of you actually sing?"

Coughing into his hand, Sam said, "Dean."

"What?" Shane said in surprise.

Speaking at the same time, Dean said, "Shut up Sam." in a threatening tone.

"REO Speedwagon, man" Sam said, grinning.

"You should talk, choir boy." Dean grumbled.

The grin fell from Sam's face.

"I thought we agreed that we'd say nothing about that. Ever. Dude, you swore." Sam said, looking crestfallen.

Shane just looked on in amusement as they argued.

"Jerk." Sam said after awhile.

"Bitch." Dean countered. "You brought it up."

Shane whistled – the loud pitch, between the fingers type. Both brothers jumped but quieted down.

"That's enough boys." Shane commanded chastisingly. "The point I was trying to make is that I'm game…if one of you will sing with me."

"Hell, no." Dean said pointedly. "It's on you, Sammy boy."

Sam sputtered before saying "Shane are you serious?"

"Exactly." Shane said simply.

"What does that mean?" Sam asked, leaning around the seat to look at her.

"It means that if you don't want to sing, and Dean doesn't want to, what makes you think I should?"

"It was just a suggestion. You have a beautiful voice. I just assumed you did that sort of thing all the time." Sam said gently.

"Oh," Shane replied, speechless. He could be real adorable when he tried. I wasn't expecting that. But it would be a lucrative form of income. I need to call Taylor up for a reunion. "Okay."

Sam turned back around to stare out at the vast blackness of the night while Dean continued driving.

After collecting her thoughts, Shane recalled what Dean had said about Sam being a choir boy. So she asked, "You were in a choir Sam? When?"

Sam gave Dean a death glare, who shrugged in return, and turned back around to face Shane.

"I tried out once in my sophomore year in high school. Stayed with it for about two and a half months before we had to pick up and move again. It was for a girl." Sam replied, adding the last part quietly.

Shane raised her eyebrows. Sam, chasing and pining after a girl? The guy was gorgeous. "So, were you any good?"

His lip twitched a little before replying, "Yeah, I was decent."

Sure, she believed that. The lip twitch had always been sure sign he was cutting himself down.

Dean then jumped in to comment.

"Come on, now. Don't be modest Sammy." Dean interjected, looking at Shane in the rearview mirror. "He was up for a big regional competition thing. Would've won if Dad hadn't have pulled him out before the finals. Isn't that right, Sam?"

Shane looked to Sam expectantly.

"More or less." Sam conceded in a mumbling tone. Pausing, he then added, "Didn't join any more extracurriculars after that. Not even Jess could get me to sing with her."

His gaze then returned to staring out the window once again, conversation finished.

"Oh," was all that Shane said once again, putting her headphones back on. Listening to Crossfade and leaning back into the seat, Shane blew the hair out of her face before saying, "Are we there yet?"

Some things never changed. Even when you're in the middle of nowhere.

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I took a little creative license with mentioning that Sam was in a choir and able to sing. I don't know if he can or not. I just recalled that one scene with Dean sitting in the car, driving along and singing 'Can't Fight This Feeling' by REO Speedwagon and went from there.