Dean: *Nirvana- Come as you are*
You were in your room waiting for Dean so you could do more research on the case. After 30 minutes you got bored and started scrolling through the music on your phone. Finally finding a song you liked, you tapped on it and immediately started singing along to it.
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as and old memoria
Memoria, memoria, memoria, memoria
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend as an old memoria, memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
Memori-a, memori-a, memoria, memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
After singing for awhile you stopped to take a breath. As soon as you exhaled you heard clapping. As soon as you turned around you saw Dean smiling. Your eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Please tell me you didn't hear that." You crossed your fingers hoping he would say he hadn't. He nodded his head. "I got here a not to long after you started singing. You were amazing!" He said kissing you.
Sam: *My Chemical Romance- Mama*
You were alone. Again. Sam had insisted that you stayed home instead of going on the hunt with them. He didn't want you to get hurt. You understood that but you hated being alone, you had been abandoned as a young teenager. So being alone made you feel kinda upset. After Sam had left, you had done everything to keep yourself busy. After a few days, there wasn't much that you hadn't done. So here you sat listening to music. When you heard the beginning of the song you couldn't stop yourself from singing along.
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell
Oh well now, Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous;
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies
Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue.
You should have raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son
If you could coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should've been
I could have been a better son
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh so famous;
We'll never let you go
She said, "you ain't no son of mine"
For what you've done they're
Gonna find a place for you
And just you mind your manners when you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love,
That's right
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh
Mama, Mama, Mama, ohhhh
[Liza Minelli:] and if you would call me your sweetheart,
I'd maybe then sing you a song
[Gerard:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along
We're damned after all
Through fortune and fame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
