Flight Facilities - “Down To Earth” music video, starring SAM ROCKWELL - ok…. this video is WAYYYYY TOO DOPE - I’ve always loved Sam Rockwell, one of the greatest actors working today… but THE MAN CAN DANCE - and the song? The song is GROOVY AS FUCK - MUST WATCH ~ant.
what he means:
erik gave me a blowjob under that tree, how dare you. that was so not groovy of you summers i can't believe you destroyed my blowjob tree why must you do this to me? I already lost my legs now my blowjob tree? not groovy.
A/N: Well, well. Here it is! Classic rock + Impala + Dean x reader! This fic contains some of my favorite songs, so I hope you like it! I think it contains a tiny little bit of fluff, but not really. Enjoy!
Trying not to wake you up, Dean stretched his
arm to turn on the music. You were in the front seat of the Impala, cuddling
after a long day of ghosts and monsters and you had accidentally fallen asleep
with your head lying on Dean’s chest. Music spilled out of the radio and
flooded the car and Dean lowered the volume, not wanting to wake you up. As he
watched your chest rise and fall steadily, he began humming along the song he
was listening too.
Burn out the day, burn
out the night…
You two had jumped in the Impala earlier that
evening in order to get a few hours away from Sam and Cas. You had agreed that
some privacy was nice once in a while, and Dean had taken you away from the
motel and had parked his black beauty at the side of a deserted road. It was
dark outside now, and the windows were foggy. Dean removed the thin veil from
the glass with his sleeve and looked outside, seeing only the lonely battered
And I’m burnin’, I’m
burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you…
You stirred slightly in his lap and when he
turned to look at you he found your (E/C) eyes staring sleepily at him.
“How was your nap?” he asked softly kissing
your hairline “Did I wake you up?”
You groaned and rubbed your eyes, trying to
clear your thoughts.
“More like your hell-music” your voice came out
a little raspy and you rapidly cleared your throat.
“But this is as low as I could get it” said
him, shocked “I can barely hear it myself, and I’m much more awake than you
“Well, that’s probably because when you’re
alone you tend to turn the volume up uncontrollably” you said, matter-of-factly
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you went deaf in a couple of years. What are you, thirty-six?
Definitely deaf by the age of forty, I can assure you.”
“Since when exactly have you become a doctor?”
he chuckled but you felt a drop of panic in his voice which made you smile “Besides,
you only say that because you don’t like my music.”
“Well, I find it quite noisy” you said, getting
comfortable against Dean “Actually, I prefer pop music, thank you very much.”
“Oh, (Y/N), baby, we’ve been through this like
a million times” he complained “I’m like ninety percent sure that I could
hook you to classic rock music if you let me introduce it to you nice and slow.
You turned your head against his chest to look
him in the eye with a smirk in your lips. He looked confident about what he had
just said. Actually, he looked like he was rummaging through a mental playlist
and already ticking the songs that you could enjoy. You poked him in the ribs
and winked lazily.
“Try” you said, a smug smile spreading through
your face “I bet you couldn’t get me to like classic rock even if you sold your
soul in a crossroads”
“Bet accepted. But beware; classic rock has a
way of enchanting people…”
Get your motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way
“Steppenwolf! Ah, I love these guys!” yelled
Dean over the loud music “Come on, (Y/N), this is the best stuff ever! It
rivals with pie itself! How can you not like it?”
Actually, you thought it wasn’t so bad. It had
a nice rhythm and you had always like rough voices, but there was no way you
were ever going to tell that to Dean. Instead, you stayed calm with your head
on his chest and listened to the song in silence.
to be wiiiiild!” Apparently Dean was enjoying the song too, you thought,
chuckling at his enthusiastic singing.
“I think I’ve had enough of that” you said
suddenly on a whim “Show me something else”
“Okay, let’s see…” Dean frowned slightly as he
shuffled through his mental playlist “Oh, I’ve got a good one”
He fumbled with his cassette tapes and grinned
childishly when he found what he was looking for.
She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
“Wow, no wonder you picked that one” you
laughed “It fits you perfectly! I bet you listen to that song every time you
eat pie, which is… all the time?”
“As a matter of fact… I do” he admitted with a
guilty smile “Pie and a song about pie. Why wouldn’t I want to put it together?”
“I kind of like the song” you admitted too “It’s…
“Hah! I knew it!” Dean exclaimed triumphantly “Two
more songs and I’m sure you’ll love classic rock as much as I do”
“We’ll see” you said grumpily, realizing you
had almost proved him right.
“Now… how about listening to a legend?” Dean smiled mischievously as he
put a Jimi Hendrix cassette on.
Several hours later you were still stretched on
the front seat of the Impala, your head lying against Dean’s chest, his arms
protectively around your feminine figure, his face buried in your hair… And
classic rock at full blast.
The sun was already peeking in the horizon, but
you and Dean had been listening to music all night, enthralled by the sound of
the guitar, the beating of the drums and the sometimes broken, sometimes soft
voices. You had never experienced a night like that - just laying with the
person you loved the most, enjoying each other’s company and the musical
miracles of the twentieth century – and you had loved it.
on Heaven’s Doors was just beginning, Dean’s phone rang loud and clear,
waking you from your comfortable musical spell.
“Yeah?” asked Dean lazily as he ran his free
hand through your disheveled hair “Oh, Sam, it’s you. What’d you want? … What?
What time is it? Oh, holy crap! We were just beginning to have fun here! … But,
wait … Okaaay, coming … Shut up!”
“Our presence is required?” you asked softly.
“Hmphf…” he grunted as he gently pushed you
away so he could sit and turn on the engine “So… I think I owe you an apology”
“What for?” you asked, shocked.
“Well, I promised that I would show you a song
or two and we ended up listening to… one hundred and fifty?” he chuckled as he
drove into the road and headed to the motel.
“Well, you are forgiven” you solemnly announced
“But I have to admit that I liked it. Hell, I loved it! When are we doing this
He smirked without taking his eyes off the road
as he rubbed his eyes.
“Whenever you want, baby”
Okay, hope you liked that, especially if you are a rock fan yourself! The songs that inspired me to write this fic (and the ones that appear in it) are listed right here:
What do you get when you put the 80s, Phil Collins and super sappy love songs together?
YOU GET A BITCHIN’ CHERIK XMA PLAYLIST THAT’S WHAT!!!
One More Night I’ve been sitting here so long Wasting time, just staring at the phone And I was wondering should I call you Then I thought maybe you’re not alone
Against All Odds How can you just walk away from me When all I can do is watch you leave? ‘Cause we’ve shared the laughter and the pain And even shared the tears You’re the only one who really knew me at all
You Can’t Hurry Love How long must I wait How much more must I take Before loneliness Will cause my heart, heart to break
I Wish It Would Rain Down You said you didn’t need me in your life Oh I guess you were right, yeah Ooh I never meant to cause you no pain But it looks like I did it again
Leaving so soon And that you’ll miss me sometimes When you’re alone Do I feel lonely too?
A Groovy Kind of Love When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter My whole world could shatter, I don’t care
Can’t Stop Loving You
Even try, I’ll always be here by your side Why, why, why, I never wanted to say goodbye Why even try, I’ll always be here if you Change, change your mind
In The Air Tonight Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand I’ve seen your face before my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been It’s all been a pack of lies
Do You Remember There seemed no way to make up Cause it seemed your mind was set And the way you looked it told me It’s a look I know I’ll never forget
You’ll Be in My Heart Why can’t they understand the way we feel They just don’t trust what they can’t explain I know we’re different, but deep inside us We’re not that different at all