House rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Same rules apply. 10 songs on shuffle, drabbles written during the length of the song. Disclaimer is on Part 1.


Those You've Known – Spring Awakening

Sam had brought flowers, he didn't really think that it was necessary, but Dean would have. He was telling himself that a lot recently, using his older brother as his moral compass. So he had flowers.

He laid the bouquet at the base of the headstone and brushed away some of the cobwebs from the engraved letters. Sam smiled sadly, "Dean… Dean was there for a lot of people, but you were one that… he was really broken up…" He gave a tired laugh, "He never said it aloud. I don't think I had it in him to talk about it, about you. It's kinda… it's what he did. He always gave up so much for people, gave so much of himself. Dean gave up his life… his soul… for me. He had been ready to die so that you wouldn't…"

He traced the letters again and stood up and the woman beside him leaned in close, brushing a loose blonde lock of hair behind her ear. Sam pulled her in close, to guard her against the wind. After a moment he stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and began to walk away, the woman on his arm.

She looked back at the headstone and the bright flowers.

"She died…" Sam whispered. "Dean was… Dean almost died once… was going to die." He stopped, drawing the blonde in close to his chest. "It was a reaper… And when it came down to it, I chose to save Dean instead of her. Dean… he had been…"

"Ready to trade himself for her?" She asked.

Sam nodded grimly, "Yeah…"

Guy Love – Scrubs: My Musical

Sam glanced anxiously at his brother who was looking rather bored waiting by the car. The attendant snapped her fingers and brought Sam's attention her way. "Yeah?" He asked blinking out of his reverie.

"So do you boys want a king or two queens," she asked, giving him a slightly devious and knowing smile.

Sam blushed, "Queens."

She seemed disappointed, "Oh…"

He deadpanned, "We're brothers…"

Right In Front of Your Eyes – The Wedding Singer

Sam glanced sideways at the blonde that walked late into class. He smiled boyishly at her and she blushed before she took the seat next to him.

"Folklore? I didn't expect to see anyone besides Trekkies and Lord of the Rings nerds, let alone tall, dark, and handsome" she leaned in and kissed him. She eyed him up and down and flashed a bright smile, "What are you doing here Sam? I thought you dropped this class."

He raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice so no one could overhear, "So which are you?"

She pouted her lips, "Neither, I'm here for the A."

He laughed, if only she knew that Sam took this class to be with her a few hours a week. And he kind of missed hunting… missed his family… and this was the closest he could get without grabbing a shotgun full of rock salt. It surprised him that he'd feel that way, seeing as how he so theatrically left his family behind him. "Yeah…" he smiled, "Aren't we all?"

Carry On Wayward Son – Kansas (A/N: I spent about half the song laughing because this is like… the unofficial theme song for the show)

Sam glared the face of the radio before looking over at his brother anxiously, "Dude… this is like, the fourth time we've heard this song today."

The older brother looked over with an expression of mild boredom, "So?"

"So, haven't you noticed only bad things happen when we hear this song?" Sam asked. He lifted up his hand and counted off, "Azazael possessed Dad and tried to kill us, we got t-boned by a semi…"

"You got t-boned by a semi. Not Kansas' fault you suck at driving," Dean pointed out.

Sam ignored him and continued, "The next year, I got kidnapped and sent to some demonic boot camp. I died and you sold your soul for me."

"And we killed the bastard who killed Mom and Jess and Dad got out of hell."

"After we unleashed hundreds of demons out into the world Dean!" Sam burst. He drew in a quick breath and hardened his expression, returning to his list, "And then the following year Lilith killed you and sent you to hell. All I'm saying Dean is that… oh… I dunno… maybe we should stop listening to Kansas."

"It's a good song," Dean countered deftly, the tone of his voice telling Sam the conversation was over. He turned his head back to the road to watch the traffic ahead of him, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel to the rhythm.

Sam folded his arms across his chest and looked out the window in a huff.

I Know You Know –Friendly Indians (A/N: Yes, the theme from Psych)

Dean gave the woman a cocky grin, flashing a fake badge. Lots of practice gave him the confidence to lie with ease and he said, "Hey, I'm Special Agent Ash Williams and I'm…"

The woman held up a badge next to his, tilting her head to the side before saying, "Funny… yours looks different than mine."

His smile faltered.

Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone) – Chris Tomlin

John stood at the grave, the infant in his arms and Dean clutching at his leg. He moved Sam to the other arm and knelt next to his oldest son, hugging him close to his chest.

He had seen things… things he couldn't explain. Things he couldn't explain to his sons and couldn't even begin to fathom himself. He was teetering on the edge of something and it scared him.

The father blinked through tears and sang in a gravelly voice, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound… that…" he stopped, holding Sam tightly.

Dean hadn't talked since Mary's death, but he squeezed John's leg and started to hum the tune from where John had finished. John looked at Dean and gave his son a weak smile and the two of them finished together, "He will my shield, and portion be… as long as life endures…"

The End of the Tour – They Might Be Giants

Dean kicked a small pebble off of Bobby's roof and looked at his companion. "So we're done here?" He asked.

She nodded, "Yeah I suppose."

"So what now?"

The blonde shrugged and pushed against him playfully, "I didn't expect you to make it, but I'm kinda glad you did."

"Me too."

She blinked at the harsh light, before grinning, "Well short bus…" she got up and dusted herself off, "I'll be seeing you."

He laughed, "Yeah, next time we almost bring about the apocalypse I'll be sure to give you a call."

Cornfields, Cornfields! – Cheese On Bread

Sam was bored. He got that way a lot since rejoining his brother on the road. He was trying to read, but it was difficult because Dean was driving fast and furiously.

And he couldn't look outside and find something distracting because there had been goddamn cornfields for the past two states. It would be majestic if they hadn't been driving through the waving fields of corn for hours…

If he never saw another ear of corn it would be too soon.

Only Living Boy In New York – Simon and Garfunkel

"Dad!?" Dean shouted after his father. John slammed the door of the motel, and Dean jumped off of the bed in order to try to catch up with his father. "DAD!" He yelled again, throwing open the motel door.

But his father had disappeared into the night along with the car. And so Dean was alone.

The light above the parking lot flickered and Dean turned around, horrified that he had locked himself out of the room. He sighed, and slid down the wooden door, wiping the sweat from his brow. His Dad was just frustrated… he'd be back… he wouldn't leave Dean too.

Would he?

Dean sighed and let his head drop to his knees. God his family was screwed.

Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) – Billy Joel

Mary Winchester looked down at her son sitting next to her in the Impala. She gave him a small smile but he continued to look out the window. She wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears, touch his face, hug him close, and kiss him goodnight.

She glanced at her husband, whose stormy eyes were focused on the rain-drenched road.

"I wanted to tell you…" she whispered. She closed her hands in prayer and hoped that her boys would be strong.

Soulful eyes stared at her from the carseat next to her and when she turned to look at them she smiled. She leaned in and kissed Sammy's forehead. "Goodnight baby. Angels are watching over you," she promised.

In a blink of an eye she vanished and Sammy looked around to try to find her, but Mary wasn't there. He started to cry, so little Dean did his best to try to make him feel better.


Author's Note: I couldn't help it, and being stuck at work with umm… no work… does this to a person. So I did take two of Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole. I think I'm gonna kill this at three so there'll be House Rules Sammy, Driver Picks the Music, and then the last installment Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole.

These songs are much less… emo than the last installment, don't get me wrong, there are still emo songs in there but fewer of them. I love how crazy my iPod can be when I set it on shuffle. I hope you like my attempts at humor! And then of course the overly angsty last two.

I went ahead and made a C2 community for these, so if you write one message me or leave a review so I can include it!