Adopted by The Winchesters

Chapter 16

BLAZE'S POV

Since I had such an empty bedroom, the boys offered to take me back to my old house to get some more of my things.

We went there in the evening when I new whichever family member was staying there, would be out. I thought I would be hard, going back home but to be honest, it only reminded me of where I would be if Sam and Dean hadn't taken me in.

I grabbed some of my old toys and games and went into my Dad's room to pick up his favourite checked shirt. It smelt of him. Like a warm summers day with a hint of mint. It's hard to explain his scent, but that's what it reminded me of.

I wrapped the shirt around me and carried my third box of things downstairs and into the car.

*TIME SKIP - BACK IN THE BUNKER*

I was sitting down at the table, having a rest, until I saw Sam emerge from the kitchen, with something you completely forgot you packed.

"Hey, is this yours?" He asked, holding up a stained guitar.

I walked towards him, eyeing up and down what was once your life. I remembered the countless hours preparing songs to play in coffee shops, I even practiced and played to my Dad. But once I had joined up with Sam and Dean, I left the guitar at home, stopped playing and let the past stay in the past.

"No, it must be Deans or...maybe Kevins?" I shrugged my shoulders. I knew I were lying, but if Sam found out that I used to play, he'd make me perform for him. I wasn't even sure if I remembered how to play guitar anymore, and I sure weren't going to test that theory out.

"Oh, well maybe I should go and check with Dean?" He suggested. I smiled nodding my head at him.

"I can do it - I have to go get my other boxes anyways." I answered. Sam grinned at me.

"Okay, well I'm going to go and let you unpack your things, okay?" He told me before kissing me on the forehead, like my dad used to, and walking out the room.

"I love you." He whispered, his hand running down your arm. "Like you're my own family."

"I love you too, Sam." I chuckled, pushing him slightly towards the door. He set the guitar against the wall, and walked towards the door and out of it.

My eyes immediately drifted towards the guitar, my hand sliding against the strings lightly. I picked it up with one hand and walked towards the bed, sitting down on the plump mattress.
I ran my fingers along the strings, and the noise that came out of it was nothing more than horrifying. I adjusted the tuners so that the strings were in tune and tested them out, smiling when I finally got it.

All the songs I used to play immediately ran through my head like an old cassette tape, and my fingers started recalling the memories. I was soon strumming and singing old classics and new acoustic versions of my old favorite songs, I was so lost in the music that the outside world didn't matter.

I was so lost in fact, that I didn't hear the door open, or Sam setting down the boxes on the floor. He slowly walked closer to me, standing in the middle of the room, watching me play. He didn't care that you lied to him; he just seemed so entranced with the sounds I were producing.

Once I finished the song, I heard someone clap. I looked up surprisingly to see Sam, smiling all giddy and happy like. I froze, you never intended for Sam to hear my voice. When it came to my voice, I was insecure about everything.

"You...are, amazing." He gasped, sitting across from you. "When were you going to tell me that you can sing like an angel?"

"Never," I snickered. "I stopped singing a while ago, just you bringing back the guitar made me remember..."

"Play something for me."

I cocked my head, smiling lightly. "No, you heard enough."

"Oh come on. You're the one who said the guitar wasn't yours in the first place, and now that I know it's yours and that you're amazing, I want to hear more." He pleaded.

I blushed, sighing greatly as I looked down at the guitar. My favorite song instantly came to mind. I looked back up at Sam briefly, before giving in and strumming the beginning of Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas.

"My mum used to sing this to me when I was in the womb." I explained the song to Sam. I was playing an acoustic lullaby version.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.

Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more.

Once the song ended, I took a breath closed my eyes. I couldn't believe you just sung for Sam, I never thought in a million years I would do such a thing. I looked up at Sam shyly, and all I could see in his eyes were love. I smiled as soon as he did.

"I'm so glad you're part of our family. I don't know what we'd do without you."