No, you don’t know who you are until somebody breaks your heart.
—  RaeLynn “Your Heart”
It was so cool that she (Taylor Swift) wrote every song on that record (Speak Now) by herself. That just doesn’t happen a lot, where an artist is so vulnerable.
—  RaeLynn to CMT News on how Taylor Swift’s Speak Now Album shaped her as an artist
If you want to love me, understand. You gotta be down with the way I am. All my flaws, all my quirks, all my glitter, all my dirt.
—  Raelynn “Wildhorse” 
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Miranda, Raelynn, Clare Dunn, & Courtney Cole cover the Dixie Chicks “Wide Open Spaces” on the Roadside Bars & Pink Guitars Tour (September 27, 2015)
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Request: For A Boy

Request: Ok thanks for answering (im the song fic anon) can you do a deanxreader of the song for a boy by raelynn?

Word Count: 778

Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<3

“I’m… I’m going to go get some air.” You say, stifling the tears threatening to let loose on your cheeks. Trembling, you get out of the motel and into the darkness of the night. You locate the Impala and hop up onto the hood, positioning yourself carefully so as not to cause any damage.

Every time you close your eyes you see it again, the image of the family lying dead on the floor because you weren’t fast enough or strong enough or good enough. Your eyes well up at the thought and you look down at your grazed-up hands, running a finger over the deepest cut there.

You’ve been sat there, slowly breathing the humid air, for nearly an hour when the motel room’s door opens and Dean steps out.

“Y/N?” He asks softly. He quickly finds you and strides over, coming to sit beside you, “Hey, Y/N?”

“Mm?” You reply, not really paying attention.

“Today wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” He says slowly and clearly, as if you’re likely to mishear him, “You can’t save everyone.”

You nod, “I know.”

“Then why are you sat here beating yourself up about it?” He asks. You look at him and shake your head.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Y/N, what happened today is tragic but there isn’t anything we could have done to stop it happening.”

“What if we’d been faster? Stronger? Better?” You ask, shaking your head, “What if we did save them?”

“Then…” Dean groans, “There’s only so much three humans can accomplish. That demon is dead now and won’t hurt anyone else. That’s all that matters now.” He finishes the conversation. You let him get on with it, not willing to argue. Not now, not tonight. Then, however, he continues.

“It’s a really hard lesson to learn,” Dean says softly, throwing an arm around your shoulders haphazardly, “That you can’t save everyone. That not everyone is meant to be saved. God, it tore me up inside for years.”

You listen to him – it’s not usually within his vocabulary to be talking about feelings, so this must be something important. He does, however, seem to be struggling somewhat. You place a hand on his shoulder, letting him know that you’re listening – though, internally, you’re freaking out a little. Dean Winchester, renowned heart-in-a-locked-box, is opening up and seemingly placing his heart in your hands.

“I know where you’re coming from. Letting people go is difficult. I remember my dad giving me this talk and I just didn’t understand. Mind you, I was about eight. It just… why can’t everyone live and be happy?” He frowns, “It’s hard. But it gets easier.”

“I know.”

“Like, I was… I wanted to stop hunting. I got the, ‘if I can’t save everyone, I don’t want to save anyone’ mentality going and it was toxic. You just have to focus on the good that you do.”

“Noted.” You smile, lying your head on his chest comfortably. You’ve known the Winchesters for a few years now but only began hunting full-time with them about six months ago. You’ve always liked Dean, and you still cling onto the admittedly childish hope that he likes you back. For now, though, you just relish the moments in which you can be together.

From here, you can clearly hear his heartbeat underneath his clothes, soothing against your ear. Dean smiles, rubbing his hand gently over your back.

“Y/N… maybe this isn’t the best time but I need to talk to you.” He says quietly, prompting you to look up at him quizzically. As you nod, he allows a small smile.

“I’m telling you this because… a while ago, you said something about opening up to people you love and trust. And I thought… there’s no-one better for you. I don’t want to dump a whole load of baggage onto you, but…”

“Dean,” You interrupt, “I’d take your baggage even if there was a load of it.”

He grins, “You drive me crazy, Y/N. Maybe it’s because you’re fairly new to this or because… I don’t know. But there’s something about you and I just want to get closer and closer and-“

Subconsciously, the pair of you had slowly migrated closer and closer to one another throughout his little speech and suddenly, you cut him off, leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

He instantly reacts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him, relishing in your warmth and your comfort and everything that makes you, you. He sighs happily, whispering your name.

“You can’t save everyone,” You whisper against his lips, “But you can sure as hell save yourself.”

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Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody’s gotta wanna hold his hand
So God made girls

Somebody’s gotta make him get dressed up,
Give him a reason to wash that truck,
Somebody’s gotta teach him how to dance,
So God made girls.

He needed something soft and loud and sweet and proud
But tough enough to break a heart
Something beautiful, unbreakable, that lights up in the dark
So God made girls.

God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m ‘bout to rock your world.”
And God made girls (for singing in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin’ to their own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m 'bout to rock your world.”
Then God made girls.

Somebody’s gotta be the one to cry
Somebody’s gotta let him drive
Give him a reason to hold that door
So God made girls

Somebody’s gotta put up a fight,
Make him wait on a Saturday night
To walk downstairs and blow his mind,
So God made girls.

Somethin’ that can wake him up and call his bluff
and drag his butt to church
Somethin’ that is hard to handle
Somethin’ fragile to hold him when he hurts
So God made girls.

God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m 'bout to rock your world.”
And God made girls (for singin’ in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin’ to our own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m 'bout to rock your world.”
And God made girls

Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt,
Somebody’s gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls, God made girls
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m 'bout to rock your world.”
And God made girls (for singin’ in your front seat)
God made girls (for dancin’ to our own beat)
He stood back and told the boys, “I’m 'bout to rock your world.”
And God made girls

Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt,
Somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt (and God made girls, yeah)
Somebody’s gotta wanna hold his hand

So God made girls