Sad Supernatural Imagines

#19 Dean - Music

Y/N p.o.v:

Dean was gone on a hunt with Sam. You were stuck left behind because you wanted a day off to play your guitar and sing. Dean didn't know you could play the guitar or sing. You didn't think you that good anyway. You walked to your old room that you had stayed in before you and Dean got together. You opened the closet and grabbed your guitar. It was in a black case. You walked out of your old room and to the gun shooting range. If Dean comes back early, he won't be able to hear you unless he listened closely. You got to the gun shooting range and grabbed a chair you had brought down here just for this. You sat on it and placed the guitar on the ground carefully. You opened it up and took the guitar out.

You placed it in on your shoulder and tuned it. Once it was tuned, you cleared your voice and started to sing.
"Waking up to kiss you and nobody's there. The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air. It's hard." You sung and continued after that.

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Dean's p.o.v:

Me and Sam got home early from the hunt. I walked into the bunker and to mine and Y/N's shared room.
"Y/N?" I called down the hall. No answer. I walked into our room and set my stuff down. That's when I heard the most amazing music. It was a guitar playing and someone singing. I walked out of the room and down the hall. I looked in every room, but couldn't find where the music was coming from. I hadn't checked the shooting range yet. I quietly walked in there and saw Y/N. She was sitting down, guitar playing, and singing.
"If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you. Mmmmm." She sung softly. I stood there listening to her.
"I saw that you moved on with someone new. In the pub that we met he's got his arms around you. It's so hard. So hard. And I want to tell you everything, the words I never got to say the first time around. And I remember everything from when we were the children playing in this fairground. Wish I was there with you now." She continued.
"'Cause if the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you." Y/N sung beautifully. I decided to intervene.
"You still make me nervous when you walk in the room. Them butterflies-they come alive when I'm next to you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you. And I know that it's wrong, that I can't move on, but there's something 'bout you." I sung. Y/N looked up startled, but didn't stop strumming.
"'Cause if the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you.
Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you." We sung together.
"You still make me nervous when you walk in the room. Them butterflies-they come alive when I'm next to you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you. And I know that it's wrong, that I can't move on, but there's something 'bout you." She sung.
"'Cause if the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you.
Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth,everything comes back to you." I sung after.
"You still make me nervous when you walk in the room. Them butterflies-they come alive when I'm next to you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you. Mmmm. Everything comes back to you. Mmmm." We harmonized. She strummed the last few chords and then stopped. I walked over to her as she was putting her guitar away.
"You have such a beautiful voice and you're amazing at guitar." I whispered. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Yeah right." She scoffed. I frowned.
"Shut up. You sing beautifully and you're amazing at guitar." I told her. She smiled.
"I didn't know you knew this song. I thought you didn't like the music I did?" She accused. I laughed.
"You play it all the time and its okay. I wouldn't listen to it all the time, though." I said. She nodded. I raised her chin with my finger and pressed my lips softly to hers. The kiss was short, but passionate.
"I'd love to hear you sing and play more." I whispered.
"I think I will." She responded.

From that day on, you sung and played more. Sam thought you were outstanding at it and that you had real talent. You even taught Dean how to play the guitar.

A/N:

Yeeeeee. I liked this.