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Dean took a deep breath and shook his arms. He touched the jasper green shirt he wore for this event. He was happy that Pam had allowed him to choose his own outfit for this tour. He looked at the ripped jeans and the familiarity of his clothes made him a bit more relaxed. He took another deep breath and nearly jumped as someone touched his back.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“Sammy! You made it.”
His brother was towering in front of him now. Both Dean’s shoulders and nerves began to relax in the presences of his younger brother. Sam, having not seen Dean in a long while, hugged him tight.
“You know I’d come, I never missed a single one of your shows Dean. Never have, never will. And it’s Sam, not Sammy!”
Dean grinned, very much missing Sam’s bitch-face and yelling while he was away, as he tried to speak over the noise of the large crowd. The lights flickered over them for a few moments. That was Dean’s cue. He gave Sam’s shoulders a quick squeeze and took one last deep breath.
“You’re gonna be fine Dean, you always are.”
Dean smiled at Sam’s shouted words and nodded. Finally, he was walking across the stage, with the lights blinding him for a brief second before he adjusted to them and saw the screaming crowd ahead of him.
He would never in his life miss the flashing lights.
Seriously, why didn’t people understand? It was just annoying as fuck.
He waved at the roaring crowd, which seemed to have gotten louder as he reached his spot onstage.
Unlike the lights, he would never get tired of the crowd’s voice pumping through him, like blood in his veins. He felt valued, cherished, important, wanted and most meaningfully, loved when he was with the crowd. And he’d be damned if he didn’t relish in the feeling while he could.
He gave them his famous boyish grin and was very pleased when the crowd went crazy. He knew unlike a lot of male performers, there were as many male fans there as there were female.
He tried to push away the thought of a certain guy who is currently missing from that crowd. The one person he really longed to see.
He grabbed for the microphone at the center of the huge stage.
This was his favorite part of the tour, for this was his very hometown. People here claimed him as theirs and well, he always felt the most wanted here. It didn’t really matter to anyone, not even to himself, that he had moved all over America growing up. This was where his mother had sung him to sleep for four golden years, where Sammy had been born. It held most of his good memories too. This was where he had met him. Somehow here, he couldn’t run from him anymore. He held the microphone close and waited for the noise to fall.
“Good evening Lawrence, how you feeling?”
He shouted the words knowing it would start another wave of that pleasurable noise. His grin grew wide and his apple green eyes twinkled in the limelight.
There was an uproar of screaming girls, possibly trying to get noticed by him.
“I love you Dean!” Some girls shouted, while other girls yelled out, “Please marry me!”
He looked over to one girl who screamed ‘I love you’ from the very front row. Blond hair and a cute face. He already liked her. He smiled and winked at her.
“I love you too baby.”
He knew a couple of the people had probably fainted from that and he considered it a job well done.
