Birthday Fic - "Lost and Found Drabble: Songbird"
Title: Songbird
’Verse: Lost and Found - Drabbles
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 304
Disclaimer: Supernatural owns me, not the other way around.
Note: This is a little birthday ficlet for hidden_easel. It was written during my British Literature lecture when I should probably have been taking notes. Hope you like it, darlin’. Happy birthday.
*****
Priestly wakes to the sound of an acoustic guitar, floating in and out of his dreams.
He rises without a sound, alone in the bright bedroom, and opens the door, letting the music in.
He pads down the hall, barefooted, careful to avoid the parts of the floor that creak, not wanting to startle the songbird perched in the living room.
When he steps around the corner, the sunlight washes over his bare chest, glinting off the metal in his body. A slow smile breaks over his face as he watches his brother’s fingers caress the strings of his guitar.
It’s almost a minute before Dean looks up from the keening instrument, halting its flow.
Priestly steps closer. “Don’t stop,” he says, voice morning rough.
Dean looks like he might protest, opening and closing his mouth more than once. However, he finally nods, and he breaks back into song.
Priestly can’t place it.
“I never thanked you for this,” Dean says after a moment, without faltering in his music. “I always wanted to learn to play, but there was just never the time, you know?”
Priestly watches his twin’s hands continue to ghost over the instrument.
“You’ll have to sign it,” Priestly answers, grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Everyone who plays Nathan has to sign him.”
“Nathan?” Dean actually halts in his actions and looks up, eyebrow cocked.
“Yeah, as in my guitar gets around. Get it?”
“No, actually.”
“Dean, you really need to watch more T.V.,” Priestly laughs, running a hand through his hair. “But hey,” he smiles, catching Dean’s eyes and holding them, “for now, just keep playing alright?”
The sunlight captures the blonde in Dean’s hair, making him look younger, and unburdened. He shifts the guitar in his hands and smiles, taking up the nameless song once more.
The End
’Verse: Lost and Found - Drabbles
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 304
Disclaimer: Supernatural owns me, not the other way around.
Note: This is a little birthday ficlet for hidden_easel. It was written during my British Literature lecture when I should probably have been taking notes. Hope you like it, darlin’. Happy birthday.
*****
Priestly wakes to the sound of an acoustic guitar, floating in and out of his dreams.
He rises without a sound, alone in the bright bedroom, and opens the door, letting the music in.
He pads down the hall, barefooted, careful to avoid the parts of the floor that creak, not wanting to startle the songbird perched in the living room.
When he steps around the corner, the sunlight washes over his bare chest, glinting off the metal in his body. A slow smile breaks over his face as he watches his brother’s fingers caress the strings of his guitar.
It’s almost a minute before Dean looks up from the keening instrument, halting its flow.
Priestly steps closer. “Don’t stop,” he says, voice morning rough.
Dean looks like he might protest, opening and closing his mouth more than once. However, he finally nods, and he breaks back into song.
Priestly can’t place it.
“I never thanked you for this,” Dean says after a moment, without faltering in his music. “I always wanted to learn to play, but there was just never the time, you know?”
Priestly watches his twin’s hands continue to ghost over the instrument.
“You’ll have to sign it,” Priestly answers, grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Everyone who plays Nathan has to sign him.”
“Nathan?” Dean actually halts in his actions and looks up, eyebrow cocked.
“Yeah, as in my guitar gets around. Get it?”
“No, actually.”
“Dean, you really need to watch more T.V.,” Priestly laughs, running a hand through his hair. “But hey,” he smiles, catching Dean’s eyes and holding them, “for now, just keep playing alright?”
The sunlight captures the blonde in Dean’s hair, making him look younger, and unburdened. He shifts the guitar in his hands and smiles, taking up the nameless song once more.
The End