(A/N: The credit for the lyrics is to A-Z Lyrics.com)
You and the boy are low on money. When you mean low you mean broke completely. You hated using credit card scams to get by because they are so easy to trace.
«Flashback About 6 months ago»
You started to work at a bar close to the bunker but it was a part time job and you used the fake name Harriet Goldman. But when you started working there you sang while you worked. Your boss walks in while you were working and heard you.
"Harriet! I need you help ASAP!" You turn a around.
"What is it?"
"Look. There hasn't been any live performers in two weeks we are already losing money. I been hearing you in and out while you are working and your voice is beautiful. Can you please go up there. It don't have to be original song." You stood there shocked. You didn't want to mess up. You didn't want anyone's criticism.
"I'm sorry Frank. I can't do that I'm terrified."
"What if I you double? Will you do it?" You thought about it. You and the boys have been running low on money. Plus you wanted to get Dean's birthday present. That's why you have been work your butt off. Sure it was 6 months away but the job pays minimum wage.
"Fine I'll do it."
"Good girl. Now finish up cleaning those tables and get on stage." You did what you were told.
«Present»
You woke up. You untangle yourself from Dean and get out of bed. You get dressed and walk to the kitchen. You start making the pancake batter when you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a scruffy chin on your shoulder.
"Morning." You said leaning in his touch.
"Morning." You puts his face in the crook of your neck.
"Tomorrow is your birthday." You said happily.
"I know, I feel really old."
"Well my goal is to see you till your very old." He chuckles.
"Well I can't keep any promises." You put the batter on the pan and let it cook. You pull away from Dean's grasp and sit on the counter. He put his hands on your waist.
"Love you Y/N"
"Love you too Dean."
The next day. you start getting ready for work. You put on black leggings, a black tank top and a red flannel with a beanie that matches. You put on very little make up because tonight you are performing. You never told the boys. It is to embracing for you. You go in the garage and hop on your motorcycle.
You go to work and serve your customers. A lot of people showed you tonight. You start getting nervous. You finished cleaning and serving. You put ask the band to do Oh Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n Roses.
(A/N The BOLD and Italic is the LYRICS.)
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
You start getting in the grove of it and you start to power house.
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
You look at the door and see a crowd of people come in.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
You look at the in the crowd. Your heart dropped. You saw Sam, Dean and Cas. It took your breath away for a second. Then you realize they are cheering for you. You smile and getting more into it. Everyone goes wild.
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine
You finish the song and run of stage to Dean's arms. He holds you close. Everyone is cheering and having a great time. He kisses you. You pull back.
"Come on I want to show you something." You shouted over the crowd. You pull Dean to a storage room that was always locked no one had the key for it except for you and your boss. You open it and you look though the room and pulled out a pair of drum sticks. Dean looks at it and his eye widen. It wasn't any other pair of drum sticks it was the pair that Kansas had on their first tour and it was autographed.
"Is this for me?"
"Of course. It take a lot of work get it. " He tears up and put it down and holds you.
"Thank you Y/N. This is the best gift anyone has gotten me. I love you so much."
"Your welcome baby. I love you too."
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