Pewds1DWalkingDead
Dean smiled, looking down at the microphone. He searched around the cramped garage, peeking at each of his band members. Sam, on his guitar. Charlie playing the drums, Kevin on his old casio, and the blue met green as he saw the wonderful person standing beside him playing bass. Castiel. This was where he belonged. He nodded a count off, and the sounds of Zeppelin filled the room.