Dean Winchester & Jensen Ackles Imagines

Long Live

The Impala tore down the empty highway, the only sound accompanying Sam and Dean was the low growl of the engine. They'd just faced off against Chuck, the ultimate showdown between the Winchesters and the once-almighty God himself. Now, with Chuck defeated and the weight of the world momentarily lifted from their shoulders, the brothers found themselves driving in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Dean glanced over at Sam, who was staring out of the window with a distant look in his eyes. "You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. Sam nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, Dean. I'm good. It's just... it feels surreal, you know? We actually did it. We beat Chuck." Dean grinned, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Damn right, we did. Team Free Will, baby." Suddenly, the sound of a familiar melody filled the car, emanating from the Impala's radio. Dean frowned and reached to turn it off, but Sam stopped him. "Wait, Dean," Sam said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I know this song. It's 'Long Live' by Taylor Swift." Dean rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Sammy? Taylor Swift? Can't we listen to something more... rock 'n' roll?" But Sam shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, Dean. Just listen to the lyrics. It's like it was written for us." Dean sighed but relented, letting the song play as Sam turned up the volume. As Taylor Swift's voice filled the car, Sam and Dean couldn't help but be drawn in by the lyrics, feeling as though they spoke directly to them.Sam's voice echoed through the car, singing the poignant lyrics: "I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind," Sam sang, his voice rich with emotion. "The time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in stands went wild." Dean listened, his skepticism fading as he began to understand the significance of the song. He joined in, his voice blending seamlessly with Sam's as they sang together: "We were the kings and the queens, and they read off our names," Dean continued, his voice strong and sure. "The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same." Their voices filled the car, harmonizing effortlessly as they continued to sing: "You held your head like a hero on a history book page. It was the end of a decade but the start of an age." As they reached the chorus, Sam and Dean sang with a newfound conviction, their voices ringing out against the backdrop of the night: "Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you," they sang in unison, their words carrying the weight of their shared experiences and triumphs. "I was screaming, 'Long live all the magic we made,' and bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered." Their voices intertwined with the melody, filling the Impala with a sense of camaraderie and hope. As they sang, memories flashed before their eyes, of battles fought and won, of moments shared and sacrifices made. "I said remember this feeling," Sam sang softly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I passed the pictures around of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now." Dean nodded, his eyes reflecting the memories that danced through his mind. "We are the kings and the queens," he sang, a hint of pride in his voice. "You traded your baseball cap for a crown, when they gave us our trophies, and we held them up for our town," Dean continued, his voice filled with a sense of triumph. "And the cynics were outraged, screaming, 'This is absurd!' 'Cause for a moment, a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world." Sam joined in, his voice soaring alongside Dean's as they reached the climax of the song: "Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you," Sam sang, his eyes shining with determination. "And long, long live the look on your face." Dean's grin widened as he sang the final lines, a sense of pride swelling within him: "And bring on all the pretenders" they sang together, their voices echoing into the night. As the final strains of the song filled the car, Sam and Dean fell into a contemplative silence, the echoes of Taylor Swift's lyrics lingering in the air. In that moment, surrounded by the darkness of the night and the hum of the Impala's engine, they felt a profound sense of gratitude for the moments they had shared and the battles they had fought together. "One day we will be remembered," Dean sang softly, his voice carrying a weight of determination. "Hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall." Sam listened, a solemn expression on his face as he nodded in understanding. "Will you take a moment?" Dean sang in response, his voice filled with quiet resolve. "Promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever." Dean met his brother's gaze, a sense of solemnity in his eyes as he sang, "But if, God forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye." Their hands clasped together, a silent vow passing between them as they drove on into the unknown. For as long as they lived, they would carry the memories of their adventures, the triumphs and the losses, the laughter and the tears. And though they knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainty, they also knew that as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to persevere. "If you have children someday," Dean sang, his voice tinged with emotion, "When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name. Tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how I hope they shine." Together, they sang the final lines of the song, their voices blending into the night: "And long, long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. And I was screaming, 'Long live all the magic we made.'" As they drove on, the echoes of Taylor Swift's anthem still ringing in their ears, Sam and Dean Winchester knew that their story was far from over. For as long as they lived, they would continue to face the challenges of their world, together, as brothers in arms. And one day, they would be remembered, not just as hunters, but as legends, whose bond transcended time and space.