Title: Blue Skies
Word Count: 900
Prompt: Dean, guitar from feigned_living
Verse: This is a drabble in my ‘Happy Endings’ Verse
Dean grunted as he hauled another box onto the couch cutting the tape with his knife and pulling it open. He still couldn't believe how much stuff he and Sam had accumulated over the years. He just assumed that after every new town his dad had tossed their things to the curb.
It was the best way not to get caught or at least that’s what he always told them. But John Winchester apparently had other plans. Instead of throwing things away he’d kept them locked up in storage along with all the stuff he’d collected on hunts over the years.
They were never gonna have this place ready for the baby if Sam didn’t stop bringing boxes back to the house. They had already made several different trips to the storage facility and his brother left not too long ago to make one last run.
Everything else could just stay there for all Dean cared. Jo was getting pissed about the clutter and he was getting annoyed with all the heavy lifting. This was the last box he was unpacking. He rummaged through it, moving stuff around when he caught a glimpse of faded wood.
His hand froze for a second before pushing things to the side, reaching in and grasping the neck of the old instrument. He pulled it out shock on his face. He stroked a hand gently across the weathered wood and plopped down on the couch.
He smiled down on it shaking his head. He couldn’t believe his father kept this. He took it from one of the high schools that they stayed at for more than a week. He remembered the teacher…nice guy, laid back, great taste in music.
He’d taken Dean under his wing and given him guitar lessons for a little over a month every day after school. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten all about it. Then again with his life it’s not like he had much time to sit around thinking about guitar lessons.
Dean let his hand graze over the strings before moving over and fiddling with the small knobs tuning the instrument the way he was taught years ago. When his finger strummed a few cords and the notes sounded about right he closed his eyes brushing his fingers against the strings picturing the notes in his head.
Jo was in their room wading through their ever growing pile of CD’s when she first heard the light stream of music wafting through the room. She frowned and stood slowly. As she moved out of the room the music grew louder and she stopped in her tracks when a voice was added to it.
“Oooooooo ooo ooo ooooh…Did you see the frightened ones…Did you hear the falling bombs… Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter…”
Her heartbeat picked up speed as Dean’s voice drifted through the halls. She didn’t know he could play the guitar let alone sing. She placed a hand on her stomach and moved quietly to the door frame leaning against it and watching him as he played.
His eyes were closed, fingers moving gracefully across the notes, body moving slowly as he sang the next few verses.
“When the promise of a brave new world…Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky…. Oooooooo ooo ooooo oooh…Did you see the frightened ones…Did you hear the falling bombs…”
He looked so peaceful as he played, his voice washing over her filling her with a wave of comfort. She felt a strong kick to her stomach and gasped lightly causing Dean’s eyes to jerk open, hands stilling against the guitar.
He sat there and she could tell he was embarrassed. He gave her a sheepish smile and she shook her head.
“I wasn’t spying…I heard the music and I wanted to see what it was. I was being nosey. Don’t stop…the baby liked it.”
He gave her one of his ‘nice try’ looks and she rolled her eyes before pushing away from the doorframe and walking toward him. He shifted giving her some room before moving so her stomach touched his side. He raised an eyebrow and she nodded.
He reluctantly started strumming the guitar again trying to find his place when he felt several swift kicks against his side. Shock registered on his face and Jo grinned. “She already knows her daddy’s voice. Come on Deano…”
He cleared his throat before finishing up the song.
“The flames are all long gone…But the pain lingers on…Goodbye blue sky…Goodbye blue sky
He played the closing frames of the song and felt a few more kicks right before he stopped playing. Jo let out a content sigh as Dean pulled her against him. She folded her legs under her body, head on his chest as they sat there in silence. Her quiet voice broke the silence. “I didn’t know you played.”
He grinned. “Good to know I can still shock you every once in a while.”
“Thanks…you know for this…for stickin' around and all that shit.”
He chuckled as he placed a kiss at the top of her head. “Where else would I go?”
Jo snorted. “With you? Who knows…sky’s the limit.”
“Real nice, brat.”
“Ass.” She smiled as he tightened his hold on her. Married or not, this is who they were. He and Jo would never change and thank god for that.