UHM HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT
WELL THAT TOOK ALL OF TWO SECONDS TO REBLOG. HOLY SHIT I CAN’T EVEN. I. CAN. NOT. EVEN.
I would have sex with this music.
I wasn’t going to reblog it because I thought I reblogged too much Doctor Who music and there are only so many times you can reblog I am the Doctor but NOPE I WAS WRONG THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY TIMES TO REBLOG IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S LIKE THIS
*sniff* *sniff* whats that I smell? A bass drop
I don’t even know what to say other than this is… this…
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
My instrumental arrangement for Glockenspiel, Vibraphone, 2 Violins, and Cello.I wonder ifnot-mishawould enjoy this…
Dean drags his little body up the stairs; it feels so heavy. Quietly as so not to wake Sam, he opens the door to their shared bedroom. He walks over to Sammy’s crib where the baby is sleeping peacefully just like after Dean had brought him upstairs a few hours ago.
John was on a hunt but he had said he’d be back by tonight, he had promised Dean. So Dean had waited and waited, downstairs in Bobby’s dusty living room, but John hadn’t returned. Bobby had asked Dean again and again to go to bed but Dean stubbornly declined until Bobby went to bed. “He’s going to come, he said he would! I wanna wait for him!” Dean had said every time.
Dean hadn’t known what to do with himself while waiting, on the verge of falling asleep but wanting to stay up to see his father. It had been so, so long in the young boy’s mind since he’d seen him. To keep himself busy and make John happy when he came home, Dean took his gun apart and put it back again like he had been told to practice, so many times he couldn’t count. But at some point, Dean had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up with a cricked neck.
Giving up after having looked at the clock - it was several hours past midnight - he went upstairs to sleep.
Sammy turns around in his sleep, towards Dean, as if he knew he was there.
Dean smiles and strokes Sam’s little head. Next to it, Dean sees something he couldn’t remember having seen for a while.
It was a stuffy, a yellow half-moon, one of the only things that he still had from before the fire. Dean had had it since before he could remember but right after the tragedy over a year ago, he’d given it to Sam.
Dean pulls at the short cord. It feels familiar and smooth.
A glockenspiel sounds and Dean has to bite his lip to keep the tears of memories from rolling down his chubby cheek.
Resting his hand on Sammy’s head, he searches his head for the lyrics his mother had always sung to him.
"Ca - Carry on my wayward, s- son. There will be peace when you are - when you are done. So lay your weary h-head to re-est. And don’t you cr- don’t you cry no more."
Early the next morning, Bobby walks into the room to find Dean asleep on the ground next to Sammy’s crib, his hand stuck between its wooden bars, right next to the baby’s head, his cheeks and eyes still red from tears.
Has the Supernatural fandom gotten a hold of this yet?
Just click play. Trust me, you’ve got to click play.
RWBY x Peanuts
So yeah I wanted to make something special for getting 2k followers haha.I can’t express how happy I am so decide to draw this.Thank you for following me >w<
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