A/N~the songs I used are: Sorry by Halsey, I'll fight by Daughtry, and I'll be good by Jaymes Young.
I changed them up a bit though in some spots.
Dean~
(Your pov)
Dean and I are searching through an empty museum, but when I see the piano I can't help myself. I've known how to play ever since I was six, but it's been forever since the last time I've plays. Dean is distracted looking in one of the other rooms as I carefully dust off the old looking seat. I almost immediately start playing as soon as I sit. I don't realize at first but I can't help but start singing.
"Ive missed your calls for months it seems, don't realize how mean I can be," I start quietly,my fingers dancing over the dusty keys, "'Cause sometimes I can treat the people that I love like jewelry," the lyrics mean everything yet nothing at the same time, "'Cause I can change my mind each day. I didn't mean to try you on, but I still know your birthday and your mothers favorite son," my voice is still quite as I notice Dean leaning on a wall, watching me play, "I'm sorry to my unborn lover, sorry that I can't believe that anybody really ever starts to fall in love with me," my eyes shut and I start to forget where I am, "Sorry to my unknown lover, sorry I could be so blind. Didn't mean to leave you and all the things we had behind. I run away when things seem good, and never really understood the way you laid your eyes on me," it hits me that I'm actually singing about Dean despite the past terms I'm using, "in ways that no one ever could," We got in a fight not that long ago and it almost got him hurt and I sill haven't let myself go, "and so it seems I broke your heart. My ignorance has struck again, I failed to see it from the start," I look over at him, "and tore you open 'till the end," I look back at the black and white keys in front of me, "I'm sorry to my unknown lover, sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me. Sorry to my unknown lover, sorry I could be so blind. Didn't mean to leave you and all the things we had behind," I stop singing for a few moments but continue to play, "and someone will love you," I pause again but not as long, "and that someone is me," I end playing one last note.
"Wow," Dean says, walking over to me, "just wow," he reaches me.
"I'm not very good," I say standing up. He wraps his arms around me.
"You're amazing, baby girl," he smiles and kisses me.
"If you say so," I laugh, "now let's finish up here."
"Yeah," he says and we both start looking around again, "why didn't you tell me you could play piano?"
"I don't know," I shrug my shoulders, "didn't seem important I guess."
"Makes sense
Sam~
Sam, Dean, and I are sitting on the hood of the Impala, my car next to it, under a star filled sky after a good hunt. I lean my head on Sam's shoulder, bored, before getting an idea. Neither of the boys know I can play guitar, so when I remember I have my acoustic in the back seat of my truck I hop off the Impala to go retrieve it. I climb into the back seat of my truck, earning confused looks from the boys, and open the case that was sitting on my floorboards.
"What's that Y/N?" Dean asks as he hears the clicks.
"Something," I respond, hopping out with the guitar in my hands.
"A guitar?" Sam says, confused, "but you can't-"
"Play? I can actually," I cut him off, earning a face of impressment from both boys.
"Wow," is all I get from Sam.
"I got bored and figured why not," I shrug, "so why not," I smile hopping back on the hood of the Impala. I strum a few cords making sure it's still tuned properly before a start actually playing. I start playing a song by Daughtry, "I'll Fight."
"I wanna see you run," I sing, seeing the boys faces change in amusement, "anywhere you want. Never let the darkness hold you back, no fear of getting lost," despite the deep lyrics the song still seems upbeat and fun. "I wanna see you fly, way beyond the sun. Anything you're ever gonna dream, I pray that it will come," I smile at the boys, "But if you ever fall down straight to the bottom, and you can't get back to where you started. Any place, any time. You gotta know I'll fight," I'm smiling as I play, even though the strings slightly hurt my finger tips from it being so long since I've played. "Where you wanna go, I'd love to take you there. I wish that I could make the road easy, I wish that life was fair. Don't wanna see you cry, even when it rains. And I hope you don't forget this, you were born for better things," I make eye contact with my boyfriend, who is leaning against my truck with dean in front of me, and smile, "but if you ever fall straight down to the bottom, and you can't get back to where you started. With no strength to stand, I'm gonna reach for your hand. When the going gets rough, right when it's hurting. I will be there to help any burden. Any place, any time. You gotta know for you I'll fight. Any place, any time. You gotta know for you I'll fight," Sam is smiling as he watched me however Dean is just amused by the fact that I can play guitar, "Anywhere you go, you're gonna find me, no matter what you need. If you ever fall down and you can't get back, if you loose your strength to stand." The song quiets for a moment before picking back up again, "If you ever fall down straight to the bottom, and you can't get back where you started. With no strength to stand, I'm gonna reach for your hand. When the going gets rough right when it's hurting, I'll be there to help any burden. Any place, any time. You gotta know for you I'll fight. Any place, any time," I stop strumming as the song comes to an end, "you gotta know for you all fight," I finish with a smile.
"Wow," the brothers say in unison.
"I did no justice to that song," I say shyly, not used to playing in front of people.
"That was amazing, baby," Sam smiles, leaving a kiss on my forehead making Dean roll his eyes. I gently set my guitar down and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly.
"Get a room you two," Dean laughs.
"Gladly," I smirk, ignoring the fact we are literally on the side of a road, next to a lake, in the middle of nowhere. Despite the chaos in our life's, I wouldn't trade it for anything all because of moments like these.
Cas~
I'm Sam's twin sister, meaning I've been right by their sides through everything, it's a miracle I'm still breathing. I can do anything as long as I have my three boys next to me. Bobby used to always say that I'm the best parts of both of them with a little something extra. However, this life isn't exactly a walk in the park but I find ways to cope. One being music, I taught myself guitar and piano and I still play whenever I'm alone.
Sitting on my bed, guitar in my hands, I start gently strumming. "I thought I saw the devil, this morning," I start quietly singing, making up lyrics as I go,"looking in the mirror, a drop of rum on my tongue. With a warning to help me see myself clearer. I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed, I'll be a better man today. I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world like I should. I'll be good, I'll be good," I sing out, knowing that Sam and Dean can probably hear me from their place in the library, "For all of the times, that I never could. My past has tasted bitter for years now, so a wield an iron fist. Grace is just weakness or so I've been told. I've been cold, I've been mercilessly. But the blood on my hands scares me to death, maybe I'm waking up, today. I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world like I should. I'll be good, I'll be good. For all of the light that I shut out, for all of the innocent things that I doubt, for all of the bruises I've caused and the tears, for all of the things that I've done all these years," I know I'm going to get questioned by my brothers but it feels good to let this out, "yeah, for all of the sparks that I've stomped out, for all of the perfect things that I doubt. I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world like I should. I'll be good, I'll be good. For all of the times I never could," I stop singing and continue to strum for a moment or two before stoping all together.
"Y/N," a deep voice says from behind me, making me jump, "you have a very beautiful voice."
I look behind me only to see my boyfriend, "thank you Cas," I smile, setting my guitar down on the bed.
"But what you were singing," he starts, sitting next to me, "they don't exactly make sense."
"It's just a song," I say kissing his cheek, "but would you like me to play another song?"
"Yes I would," he smiles and I grab my guitar and play a few more songs as the night goes on. When in reality I should be helping my brothers, but this seems better.
