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“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…” As she moved out of the room the music grew louder and she stopped in her tracks when a voice was added to it. 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. 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. Then again with his life it’s not like he had much time to sit around thinking about guitar lessons.ĭean 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.
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He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten all about it. He’d taken Dean under his wing and given him guitar lessons for a little over a month every day after school. He remembered the teacher…nice guy, laid back, great taste in music. He took it from one of the high schools that they stayed at for more than a week. He couldn’t believe his father kept this. He stroked a hand gently across the weathered wood and plopped down on the couch. His hand froze for a second before pushing things to the side, reaching in and grasping the neck of the old instrument. He rummaged through it, moving stuff around when he caught a glimpse of faded wood. Jo was getting pissed about the clutter and he was getting annoyed with all the heavy lifting. They had already made several different trips to the storage facility and his brother left not too long ago to make one last run.Įverything else could just stay there for all Dean cared. They were never gonna have this place ready for the baby if Sam didn’t stop bringing boxes back to the house.
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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. But John Winchester apparently had other plans. It was the best way not to get caught or at least that’s what he always told them. He just assumed that after every new town his dad had tossed their things to the curb. He still couldn't believe how much stuff he and Sam had accumulated over the years. Verse: This is a drabble in my ‘Happy Endings’ Verseĭean grunted as he hauled another box onto the couch cutting the tape with his knife and pulling it open.