A/N: I wrote this for a project for Rob and Louden Swain, run by @mrswhozeewhatsis to show them how much their music inspires us. The song I chose was Amazing, because the lyrics mean a lot to me.
It was very personal to me to tell a story from the readers POV, and it just never came out in a way that I felt was good enough for Rob’s song.Instead I tried writing it from Dean’s POV. The story changed some, but the major things that I take from the lyrics, I feel are still there.
I hope you enjoy reading this story, and please check out the song Amazing (along with their other songs) if you haven’t already.
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Rob – You give so much of yourself to your fans, especially through your music. We could never thank you enough for sharing your words with, not only the SPN Family, but with the world. You have the most calming presence of anyone I have ever met and I am so grateful that you are here. See you in Vegas! ❤
It all started at the end.
The end of the road, the end of a song, the end of a life. That’s where I found everything I never knew
I wanted, and my world started turning again.
She was sassy, among other things. It was the sass that caught my
attention. I’d never heard a girl talk
like that to someone she barely knew, certainly never heard one talk to me that
way.
I had walked into that little bar on the south side of a
dead end road somewhere in the middle of North Dakota. Sam and I had been hunting nonstop for a
month, and he finally decided to stay the night in that run down motel room. I just couldn’t sleep, my nerves too wound up
and my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about how we lost the one person we were
trying to save. So, I did the only thing
I knew to do and took off in my baby, just the two of us – windows down, music
turned up, motor racing down the open road.
Don’t know how I ended up making a wrong turn, but maybe that was fate
playing a card. Who knows anymore? I mean, at some point you just have to stop
asking questions.
I guess I had been sitting there about an hour, just sipping
on some rotgut whiskey when I first saw her dancing with her friends. I envied her a little, that carefree feeling
that I hadn’t felt in so many years I barely even remembered it existed. I tried not to stare, I really did, but she
must have caught me looking anyway. As
soon as that song ended, she walked away from those girls and came to sit at
the bar beside me.
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