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i want to write you a song

you know those hips don't lie, but maybe you do

The silence in the car was overbearing to Sam. Silence gave him time to think, it always had, but now, right at this moment, he didn’t want to think.

He didn’t want to remember that it was his mistakes and his actions that started the apocalypse. Dean was next to him in the driver’s seat, but it didn’t feel like it. His brother only stared at the road, knuckles tight around the wheel, not acknowledging Sam’s existence. Dean hadn’t said anything to him, nothing at all. He hadn’t yelled, he hadn’t expressed disappointment, nothing. Sam just couldn’t take it.

He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly, music filled the car out of nowhere, startling Dean out of his ‘ignore the world’ stupor. It was a crescendo of music with faint guitars in the background, but it was also clearly not coming from the radio. Sam frowned at the music when his mouth was pried open by an invisible force.

“Know I’ve done wrong, left your heart torn, is that what devils do?” Sam heard himself sing, blinking in surprise. His voice, contrary to how it really sounded, was nice, and it came out almost naturally. He looked at Dean, who was giving him weirded out glances from the driver’s seat when he wasn’t looking at the road.

“Took you so long, where only fools gone, I shook the angel in you!” At this Dean snorted. His amusement faded quickly with the next few lyrics belted out. “Now I’m rising from the crowd, rising up to you! Filled with all the strength I found, there’s nothing I can’t do!” Sam was reminded of the feeling the demon blood brought, and by the look on Dean’s face, it was what he was thinking of too.

“I need to know now, know now, can you love me again? I need to know now, know now, can you love me again? I need to know now, know now, can you love me again? I need to know now, know now, can you love me again?” The way the phrase was repeated shook Sam emotionally, but also that it was true. He did need to know, could he be loved again? He started the apocalypse, that’s not something that could be forgiven. He turned to Dean, vaguely aware of the music fading, eyes desperately searching for something. Disappointment, anger, anything. He heard Dean sigh as he pulled into an empty parking lot as stopped the car, and another tune came into the background, what sounded like, electric piano? It played short little beats of music, then he saw Dean open his mouth.

“I ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate. They fill with fire, exhale desire, I know it’s dire, my time today.” Dean’s voice was smooth, but deep, and filled the car with sound, the words coming quickly out of his mouth, the song fast-paced. “I have these thoughts, so often I ought to replace that slot with what I once bought, ’cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence.” There’s a little pause, and Dean turns to face him, his face troubled. “Sometimes quiet is violent, I find it hard to hide it. My pride is no longer inside. It’s on my sleeve, my skin will scream reminding me of who I killed inside my dream.” Sam vaguely remembers Dean’s broken, twisted face from the night he told Sam what happened in Hell. The agony at the things he had done. Dean’s face grew angry as he slams his fist on the dash. “I hate this car that I’m driving, there’s no hiding for me! I’m forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real.” Dean’s face turns contemplative as he stares at what has been his home since he was four. “I could pull the steering wheel.” Sam stares at him in horrified fascination. How long has his brother felt this way? “I have these thoughts, so often I ought to replace that slot with what I once bought ’cause somebody stole my car radio, and now I just sit in silence.” Suddenly the music cut off, leaving Dean panting. He had obviously been fighting the urge to sing, and now it was taking its toll. Once he caught his breath, he leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, and Sam could vaguely hear him murmur, “It’s okay, Baby, I didn’t mean it,” and realized he was talking to the car. He felt his face morph into a bitchface. “Oh my God, Dean, we were just forced to sing songs about our feelings, and we sounded good, and you’re apologizing to your car?! Not only that, but you’ve been ignoring my existence since I started the freaking apocalypse, Dean! Don’t you have anything to say to me? Dean turned to him angrily. “Well, what do you want me to say?! That I’m angry? Disappointed? I’m sorry, but I can’t feel anything but just… tired. I’m tired, man.” Sam watched as Dean leaned back against the seat, face haggard and worn out and exhausted. He was vividly reminded that his big brother had been through hell and back, and now he has to deal with his little runt brother’s mistakes.

Sam sat there for a bit, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he settled with, “What do you think did that?” Dean gave him a long look before starting the car and saying, “I don’t know, but whatever it is isn’t going to last very long.” He pulled out of the parking lot after a few moments of making sure neither of them were going to burst into song again, and kept driving. Suddenly there were was music again, but Dean ignored it and kept going, sure that it wasn’t him. He didn’t feel the pull of emotions, and he knew Sammy was a total girl, so it’d be him. The music was odd to Dean, seeing as he’d only listened to rock and roll. He glanced out of the corner to see his brooding brother, listened as he started to sing.

“All we do is drive, all we do is think about the secrets that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. Sick and full of pride; all we do is drive.” Sam’s face wasn’t forced to do the frowning, he did it himself. He felt himself agree with the words and sing them a bit more willingly than he knew Dean would. Dean didn’t want to share anything, he was so emotionally constipated that Sam wondered how he would handle this. How would Dean handle it if it never stopped? If all of their secrets were out in the open?

“And the impala never felt like home to me, and the impala never felt like home. And the impala never felt like home to me, until I had you on the open road and now we’re singing…” The song faded out and Sam took a chance to peek at Dean, and noticed that while his hands were tight on the steering wheel, he had a tiny smile on his face, as if he were remembering all the times they were honest-to-God brothers , not this big mess of a family. The times that occasionally Dean would sit in the back with Sam rather than sit next to their dad up front, talking, and even though Sammy and Dean had different interests, they would make the effort and end up enjoying themselves, or the times where Dean would let him sleep on his shoulder because they had been in the impala forever, or when Dean would take Sammy to nice places and splurge for his birthday, all happening in this car.

The car never felt like home if Sam was the only one in it.

Nothing was said about the sudden song, and all they did was drive.


“So what do you think’s doing this?” They were in the hotel, and after they both washed up, they immediately got to business. Sam shrugged in reply. “Really, I don’t know much about monsters that enjoy making people sing about their feelings. But I feel like it would have to be someone we’ve met, or it would be everyone, not just us. And I don’t know about you, but I haven’t heard anything about people suddenly singing.” Dean nods thoughtfully, frowning at the table as he ran through anybody that was capable of something like that. “Witches?” he suggests, but immediately Sam shakes his head. “We don’t know anyone personally, and all of the one’s we’ve met were killed or lost their power.” Dean thinks again. “It could be a relative of a witch we ganked?” Sam nods before he suddenly groans. Dean panics. “What? Sammy! What’s wrong?”

Sam rubs a hand wearily over his brow. “It could be that damn trickster.” Dean groans with him. “Not that douchebag.”

“That’s not very nice boys.” The brothers whirl around, coming face to face with a smirking trickster. ’ Cas, if you can hear me, we have a problem down here,’ Dean prayed, because apparently the last time they had run into this bastard, he died over one hundred times. Almost immediately, Cas zapped himself in, standing between the trickster and Dean. “Get back.” Dean stepped behind him, watching warily as the trickster’s grin grew wider. “An angel, huh?” He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, another song was on. Dean wondered what Castiel could possibly be hiding when the trickster said, “Maybe this will get the stick outta your ass.”

The music started almost at the same time Dean opened his mouth. “Gentlemen up in here tonight, no fighting, no fighting. We got the refugees up in here, no fighting, no fighting.” He sent a panicked look to Sam as his hips started moving with the trumpets in the background. “ Castiel, Castiel!” He looks up at Cas to see him dancing almost as sensually as he was, probably more, but he can also see his confused eyes. He kind of wants to laugh at his misfortune, but more of the song comes out instead.

“I never really knew that he could dance like this, he makes a man wants to speak Enochian,” then Dean proceeded to sing what he guessed was Enochian, and if Cas’ blush was anything to go by, it had to have been dirty. “ Castiel, Castiel!” He frowned internally but couldn’t move away as Castiel came closer, swishing his hips in a way that had Dean staring lustfully. He could just blame it on the mojo later, if anyone noticed.

“Oh baby when you talk like that, you make an angel go bad, so be wise and keep on reading the signs of my body,” Castiel’s voice was as deep as ever, gravelly tones singing the song just right, seductively perfect. Dean’s hands moved with minds of their own, stroking down Cas’ sides to rest on his hips, pulling him closer and turning him so they were back-to-chest. Cas rolled his hips against Dean’s, ass resting against Dean’s groin as he turned his head to Dean to sing, “And I’m on tonight, you know my hips don’t lie, and I’m starting to feel it’s right. All the attraction, the tension, don’t you see baby, this is perfection.” Dean caught a glimpse of toned chest under the angel’s dress shirt, which he had untucked earlier, and he couldn’t help but agree, if only in the deepest darkest parts of his mind. In the corner of his eye he can see Sam not doing anything, just sitting there with the trickster, watching the song unfold with a smirk. He huffed mentally until he was interrupted by his own part.

“Hey boy, I can see your body moving, and it’s driving me crazy,” as there was a short pause, Dean nipped Castiel’s ear like his body commanded, moving his mouth closer to the angel’s ear as he sang, “And I didn’t have the slightest idea, until I saw you dancing.” He moved away, watching as the angel’s face flushed bright red, internally cursing the trickster for getting him into this situation in the first place. “ And when you walk up on the dance floor, nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, boy. And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it. So you can keep on shaking it.” Sure enough, Castiel was shaking it, and even though he wasn’t as close to Dean as before, he still felt the heat of arousal just as much.

“I never really knew that he could dance like this, he makes a man want to speak Enochian,” and here, where Dean knew that the words were Enochian, and that he couldn’t understand them, the trickster suddenly snapped his fingers and he could. “What is his name, beauty, my house, your house.” No wonder Cas blushed, he was basically saying, “Hey, you’re pretty, we can go to my house, or your house…”

“Castiel, Castiel!”

“Oh baby when you talk like that, you make an angel go bad. So be wise and keep on reading the signs of my body!” This lyric was accentuated by a sassy shake of his hips, and even though Cas was turned away from Dean, he couldn’t escape his heated gaze, and the angel felt Dean’s eyes running down his body. But it was just the trickster’s work, surely? He frowned internally (seeing as his face was stuck in a sexy smirk, it seemed) and for the tenth time tried to fly away from the situation, but there seemed to be barrier between this room and anywhere else.

“And I’m on tonight, you know my hips don’t lie, and I am starting to feel you boy.” Cas stalked toward Dean with determined steps, Dean backing up into a motel chair, smirking as he sat down. Castiel felt alarmed as he kept going, sitting in the human’s lap. It appeared he was still moving his hips, slow, sensual movements that gave his vessel curious reactions. He threw his head back as he sang, “Come on let’s go, real slow, don’t you see baby this way is perfect ?” Castiel shivered at the way his own language sounded, even more sensual than English. Dean, on the other hand, was too caught up in his lap dance to even care. He was full on hard now, had been since he realized that he was going to get a lap dance from the angel. It was even worse now that Castiel was most likely unknowingly grinding down on his cock. Dean tried to be subtle as he pushed back with his hips, trying to get some friction.

“Oh I know I am on tonight, my hips don’t lie, and I am starting to feel it’s right. All the attraction, the tension, don’t you see baby, this is perfection.”

“Castiel, Castiel!” This phrase came out in more of a moan as Castiel gave a particularly hard thrust, and Dean watched as Castiel’s eyes widened in alarm as he looked down at their bodies.

“Oh boy, I can see your body moving, half animal, half man. I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing, but you seem to have a plan,” Cas sings, looking at him hopefully, and Dean kind of crushes that hope and his dignity as he sings, “My will and self restraint have come to fail now, fail now.” And together they sing, “See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know, that’s a bit too hard to explain.”

And suddenly, the music comes to a sudden stop, and Castiel and Dean have control over their own bodies again. Almost immediately Castiel stands and adjusts his pants, then turns to the trickster. “How can you overpower an angel so easily? It should not be possible!”, he says demandingly. Dean only sits, dazed, most of the blood leaving his groin to flush his face at his actions. The trickster only shrugs cockily. “What matters is that I did it, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem to loosen you up. Right, Dean?” The trickster winks as Dean’s face flushes a new shade of red at the innuendo. Sam only snickers from the side as Castiel quickly zaps out of the room in embarrassment after stealing another glance at Dean’s little ‘problem’ . Dean turns to him angrily. “And you! You just sat there! We could’ve used your help, dude!” Sam’s face turned serious. “I was stuck.”

Dean gapes at him. “You… were stuck.”

Sam nods. “To the chair. I mean, it was kind of funny at the beginning,” Dean glared at him, “but then it got super gross at the end. I don’t want to watch my brother get a lap dance again anytime soon.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Bitch.”


The trickster clears his throat. “If you’re quite done now, I should be leaving-” But before he has the chance to go, another song starts up, and by the surprise and anger on his face, it obviously wasn’t planned.


Songs used :

Love Me Again by John Newman
Car Radio by Twenty-One Pilots
Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira and some other guy that I can’t remember

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