Since Sam wasn’t a fan of Dean’s music, such as Metallica, he was all alone. Sam had his Celine Dion. That wasn’t until they brought you into their little group, Dean, Sam, Castiel, and you. Now, it wasn’t until unknown you were a good hunter. It was beneficial for everyone that you tagged along, they, you, could use the extra help.

Dean didn’t know you were such a Metallica fan. He’s heard you blast it before, through your headphones, humming it. He can recognize Metallica in any form. He had a friend who liked his music, he was going to take this chance.

You were going to be very good buddies with him.

The bond between you was like magic, so much in common. The time you spent together was amazing, especially since you two were annoying Castiel and Sam with the loud music.

The metal blasted through the speakers and echoed in the motel room. You and Dean, like shining stars, sang along together, back to back, finishing each other’s lines. Dean didn’t give a damn if it irritated Sam, in fact, he enjoyed it. His head rocked to the beat of the music, clutching onto a brown bottle as a microphone.

This felt like a concert with a second sibling, sharing a hobby in common.