also played along to the lyrics meme
from last week and asked for:so... a year after for the good times. like, the next year sam memorializes his dead. please. :>
Well, Sam wasn't interested, but Dean with his steel trap mind remembered a couple of things and had this to say...
A year later, they're on a stake out somewhere in Missouri for an entire week. It's boring and mind numbing. On their third night, Dean surprises Sam as they crouch a little lower in the front seat of the Impala to hide themselves from the trick-or-treaters making their way up and down the sidewalk in this cookie-cutter small town.
"You used to carry this blanket around with you when you were real small. Wouldn't go anywhere without it. Do you remember?"
"I think it was one of the few things that made it out of the fire."
"Yeah, anyway. You lost it once and dude, you were a mess. Which was nerve wracking. You were a really good baby, saved it all up for puberty I guess."
Sam frogs Dean in the arm, uses his middle and index knuckles for bonus pain.
"Sammy, you scoundrel! Are you done defiling my ears, or can I continue?"
Sam huffs, nods.
"So Dad was frantic, searched high and low, we'd just got to Jim's to stay for a spell, and we couldn't find it anywhere."
Sam watches a scarecrow and a batman walk by. Trys to imagine their Dad 'frantic'.
"So he gives you to Jim and says 'I'll be back.' Then tells me to mind and takes off."
"What, he just left us?"
"Yeah, he up and left us. Jeez Sammy."
"I know. Anyway, the next afternoon he came back with it. He drove across two states back to the motel we'd been in, found it kicked under the bed, the maids missed it."
"I didn't know."
"Yeah, you were his shadow for weeks after. Thought he hung the moon."
"Why, why're you telling me this?"
"I dunno...just thought you should know."
The next night, Sam comes back with nuked burritos from the 7-11 around the corner and finds Dean digging through his cassette tape box. Not the easy access one that fits neatly on the drivetrain hump, but the big one that stays in the trunk.
He plucks out what he was looking for and pops it in the player before Sam can get a good look at it, which is kinda futile being that it's midnight. He hands Dean a burrito and salsa packets when a mellow bass line kicks in through the speakers.
Sweet, wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, Oh Oh, can it be so?
This feeling follows me wherever I go
Sam stares at the radio, then Dean. "Dude, really?"
Dean pauses mid-chew to raise an eyebrow at Sam.
Sam shakes his head and digs in as Dean's head starts to bop and his free hand taps out the rhythm on the steering wheel.
"Mom used to play this album when she would clean house. She'd set me on the floor with my Hotwheels and turn this on while she folded laundry, did dishes, whatever."
Sam gets a clue about half way through his burrito. "Really? I think...Rumors right?" Dean nods. "Right, Jess used to listen to this too. I'd never heard it before. I guess, Dad didn't..."