Summary: Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, and Dean Winchester become a band, making music for people who also had absent/abusive parents. One night they get a gig at the bar their dad goes to, they eagerly accept and when they get there, they surprise the whole building with the music that they made sure John knew was for him.
Background Info: Y/N and Sam are twins, Dean is their older sibling, and John never died!
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My phone rang as I sat in the bunkers main room, reading. I reach into my jacket pocket and flip my phone open. "Hello?" I ask, closing my book and standing up. "Yes, this is *** from the bar on ***** road, we saw the flyers for your band and was wondering if you guys could preform here tonight?" A lady asked. My face lit up, yes, dad always goes there! "Of course, what time?" I responded. "8:30 ok?" She asked. "Yes! We will be there!" "Alright, see you then!" "Bye!" I closed my phone and ran to Sam and Dean.
"Guys, guys, guys!" I yelled running into the kitchen. "What, what, what?!" Sam said, his voice mocking. "We have a gig at the bar dad always goes to!" Sam's face lit up and so did Deans. "What time?" Dean asked, sipping his beer. "8:30!" I said back. "And it's 7:45, we have to get a list of songs together and get our stuff together!" I said, dragging the boys to our "band room" that Sam and I claimed. I opened the door, the colored light hitting my face.
I grabbed a piece of paper and pen, turning to the boys. "What songs should we do?" I asked, setting the paper on a desk and looking at it, waiting for them to answer. "The last one should definitely be Throne, take 'em by surprise. The first one should be I will not bow." Sam said, Dean agreeing. "Alright, what about in between?" "You figure that out. We'll pack the stuff." Dean said, me nodding in response.
I wrote down about five songs in between the ones Sam chose, clicking my pen closed and helping the boys get our equipment into the car. Once we got everything in the car we all got in and headed to the bar. I went over the lyrics to our songs as we pulled into the parking lot. Once we got there security helped us bring in and set up our stuff. "Hello everyone! I hope you're having a good night, today we have the band Ecstasy playing for us tonight!" The bartender announced.
Dean sat at the drums, Sam stood in front of a mic with a guitar around his body and I stood in front of the main mic. "Hello! Before we start we just want to thank our father, John Winchester for giving us the trauma we write about in our music!" I announced, pointing at John. Johns face twisted in embarrassment. The three of us smirked as we started our first song.
We sung through all of the songs until the last one, which we paused before playing. "This one was one of the first songs we made, we made it when we were teens, yet it's still relatable." Sam said, nodding at Dean and I. "Remember the moment you left me alone and broke every promise you ever made? I was an ocean, out in the open, nothing could take the pain away." I sang, Dean hitting the drums perfectly.
"So you can throw me to the wolves," Sam sang. "Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack." I finished. "Beat me black and blue," Sam started. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my," I started, pausing for a minute while the music built up. "Throne!" Sam and I screamed together. "The sticks and stones that you used to throw have," Dean sang. "Built me an empire, so don't even try," Sam sang. "To cry me a river 'cause I forgive ya', you are the reason I still fight!" I finished.
"So you can throw me to the wolves," Sam yelled. "Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack." Dean sang. "Beat me black and blue," Sam started. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne!" Dean and I yelled into the mics. "I'll leave you choking on every word you left unspoken, rebuild all that you've broken. And now you know!" I sang, my voice rising toward the end.
"I'll leave you choking on every word you left unspoken, rebuild all that you've broken. Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne!" Sam sang. "So you can throw me to the wolves. Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack. Beat me black and blue. Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne!" We all sang together, ending the song with a loud scream and loud drums.
The moment we walked off stage John pulled us to the side. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. "What?" I asked, my hand on my hip and my head tilted. "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He screamed. "So you're not even worried about the fact that it's your fault we can even come up with the songs?" I asked. "That's it!" He yelled, pouncing on me. Sam and Dean instantly pushed him off of me, standing in front of me with their arms crossed.
"That's enough. You should leave." Dean said, pointing towards the door. John chuckled and stomped out of the door.
