(Ok, I'm sorry for the lack of updating this story. I have been busy writing my other fan fics and life just got in the way.

Anyway, here's chapter 10.

Sorry for the super long wait.

I hope you like it.

Thank you so much to LilyBolt, FIGHTTHEFAIRIES and Rose for your reviews.

LilyBolt I would LOVE suggestions for letters.

Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

I do not own Supernatural.)

Sam didn't relies he was doing it until Jess pointed it out.

"Sam, you're doing it again." She said kindly but with a little irritation in her voice.

"What am I doing?" Sam asked in confusion looking at the petite curly blond haired woman that was his girlfriend of six months. Jess shook her head and sighed.

"You're singing that song that's on the radio." She explained in a whisper. They were in the library, working on homework. Sam was working on a history paper and Jess was studying for her quiz in her biology class on Thursday. Someone had turned the radio on low enough to not really disturb people but loud enough for them to hear.

"Many times I've lied - Many times I've listened

Many times I've wondered how much there is to know." Led Zeppelin sang out.

"Sorry, but well it's classic rock." Sam said glancing at what he had written so far.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Jess asked in confusion.

"Nothing, never mind." Sam said quickly as he lowered his head to hide a blush that was rising in his cheeks, but five minutes later Jess got after him again. Finally Jess could take no more of Sam's sudden desire to sing and started packing up to go back to her apartment that was fine with Sam because he was itching to get back to his own apartment.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" Jess asked as he walked her to her car.

"Yeah, tomorrow." Sam nodded.

"Ok, be safe Sam." She gave him a quick hug and standing on her tiptoes and Sam bending down a little she was able to plant a kiss on his cheek then she got into her car and drove out of the parking lot.

Sam turned and took a right and started walking back to his apartment humming 'back in black'. He didn't know why he was suddenly wanting to listen to classic rock but he was. The only thing was that he didn't have a radio, his decided that it would die on him in the middle of the night and his roommate informed him that if Sam even touched his radio that was out in the living room he would bend him like a pretzel. Sam had laughed slightly at the threat knowing that he could and would beat his roommate in a fight.

When he got back to the apartment he heard Green Day coming from behind the door.

"What on earth?" Sam thought as he opened the door. His roommate was at the table studying and music was blaring from his stereo.

"Hey, would you mind turning that down a little bit?" Sam hollered over 'St. Jimmy.'

"What?!" his roommate hollered back. Sam waved his hand to show that it didn't matter and headed into his room shutting the door. A few minutes later he got down on his hands and knees riffling through letters. He finally found one that he had seen many times before but didn't think much of it. It was bulky, and the envelop was one of those bubble wrap package deals. Reading Deans handwriting it said

Open when you hear a song that reminds you of me. Sam grinned and opened it so fast he almost ripped the letter:

Hey Sam,

Dad and you are on a hunt and I have a twisted ankle that is so bad I have crutches. Great, I told him, dad I mean, that I was fine to go hunting, but he said no. So with nothing on TV except some special PBS donate money thing I thought I'd try to get my thoughts together long enough to write this letter to you. I'm sorry if it sounds not like me, you forced me to take a pain pill and those make me loopy, but I'll try to get this done before they kick in.

I want to talk to you about music. I know you don't think of my music as 'music.' Hell you more than likely that weird German guy, Back, Bock, 'Ode to Joy' guy. Anyway, point is, there will probley come a time in college when you will start to miss my music. Don't lie Sam, I know there will be. Anyway, this is to help you cope with my sweet music withdrawals that I know you're going to have some day while you're at college.

Love, your brother,

Dean.

Sam laughed a little, he remembered that day. Dean had fell off a skateboard trying to impress a girl or something. Putting his hand into the torn envelope he grabbed something hard. Frowning slightly he pulled out a MP3 player complete with instructions, charger and an unwrapped pair of earbuds. The frown deepened. Gingerly Sam took the ear buds out of the package and stuck them into the music player and put the speakers into his ears and turned it on. Instantly Bad Company came on singing

"Johnny was a school boy

When he heard is first Beatle song.

'Love me do' I think it was"

Sam sighed and laid back on his bed, closed his eyes and listened to the music.