Lost Between Worlds

Now What?

"No! Not this song," I insist as Dean starts the car. Sam has shotgun, I'm behind him, and Sherlock's to my left.

"Why? I like it."

"Yes, I know. I like 'Carry on Wayward Son' too, just not around you two." I catch him sharing a glance with Sam. I swear those two are telepathic.

"Fine," he says grudgingly, then turns a knob.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music loud and women warm; I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right, it's okay.  And you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.

I freeze.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking, people stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

"Change it. Now," I say. This time I'm not asking. I look to Sherlock, and he looks at me, eyes darting over my face. He's scared.

"Alright, but that's it," Dean says.

"Thank you," I say as he turns the knob again.

And the opening guitar for 'Heat of the Moment' begins playing.

Sam lunges for the knob, frantically spinning it.

"Dude!" Dean shouts.

"I thought we agreed to never play that song again," Sam says, eyes questioning.

"We did," is all Dean says. For a moment, nothing plays. I sigh a breath of relief.

But then I realise Sam accidentally turned down the volume in his haste. I slowly reach to turn it up.

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted dead or alive. Wanted dead or alive.

I watch as the blood drains from Dean's face.

I slowly reach forwards from the back and turn it again.

Hi! Hi! We're your weather girls and have we got news for you.
You better listen!
Get ready all you lonely girls - and leave those umbrellas at home!
Alright...
Humidity is rising (uh rising), barometer's getting low (oh low, girl).
According to all sources (what sources now), the street's the place to go.
Cause tonight for the first time (first time)
Just about half-past ten (half-past ten)
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men (raining men)!

I let it keep playing, then shake my head, sighing.

"Dean? Do you know where Cas is?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "Well. This is for him." I decide one last turn.

There's a noise that sounds like something hitting metal, then two strums on a guitar. Background guitars. Four syncopated hits on a drum. More guitar.

"Jesus Christ," I say, running a hand through my hair.

"What, you recognise it?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I do. And you guys should. After all, it's on the soundtrack to your life, not mine." I pause. "'End Credits and Mo Guitar Grit'. Composed by Jay Gruska for the original television soundtrack of seasons 1-5 of 'Supernatural'."

"'The soundtrack to your life'? What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asks.

"I'll explain it when we get to 221b. Someone or something is messing with us, is what's important. Just change it again. It'll be fine." Sam reaches forwards and turns it.