SUPERWHOLOCK ONE-SHOTS (Reader Insert)

23- Leader of the band

An only child alone and wild a cabinet maker's son, his hands were meant for different work and his heart was known to none. He left his home and went his lone and solitary way and he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay.

This song always made you want to cry, but you love this song so much. You never figured out why this song is one of your favorites.

"Hey Dean... could you turn up the music?" You ask. "I really like this song."

"Yeah sure thing sis." Dean replies. You manage a small smile towards your older brother. You sing along softly.

A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate, he tried to be a soldier once but his music wouldn't wait. He earned his love through discipline a thundering, velvet hand. His gentle means of sculpting souls, took me years to understand.

You didn't understand until recently why your dad became a hunter. He did it not just to get revenge on the demon that killed your mom, he did it so other kids wouldn't have to lose a family member like how you and your brothers did.

Sure, John Winchester wasn't the best dad in the world; but he did raise three kids by himself... the days that he wasn't hunting, he was normally driving or training you, Sam and Dean how to be better hunters.

Dean starts singing along with you by the time the chorus comes on.

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old, but his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul. My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man, I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call. One went to Chicago and the other to St. Paul, and I'm in Colorado. When I'm not in some hotel living out this life I've chose and come to know so well.

When Sam went to college leaving you and Dean to do a lot of hunting without his help. You used to resent him for doing that... but now you don't mind so much mainly because he's back now and you highly doubt that he's going to leave any time soon.

I thank you for the music, and your stories of the road. I thank you for the freedom, when it came my time to go... I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough and, papa, I don't think I said, "I love you" near enough.

You never really said 'I love you' to your dad... you used too when you were a kid but you haven't said it to him in years. Those three words have formed in your throat, but you rarely said them out loud.

The last five minutes that your dad was alive, you managed to say 'I love you dad.' Your dad's last words to you echo in your ears: 'I love you too baby. Do me a favor and look after yourself.' You feel the tears start to form before the last chorus comes on.

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old, but his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul. My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man, I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band. I am the living legacy to the leader of the band.

Three tears slide down your cheeks, you wipe them away with your sleeve. Today the lyrics of Leader of the Band actually made you cry... because you could relate to them.

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Writers note: Okay this song is one of my favorites and it kind of made me think of a oneshot. The reader is Sam and Dean's younger sister (early teens) and this is a few months after John dies. The bold italic stuff is the lyrics.