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Dean's Blues

Notes:

After the hiatus I mentioned in a couple of fics, I've been trying to get back in to writing again, and thought I'd go back to look at old notes and ideas that I'd had for some of the older wips I haven't completed. This little song/poem was an idea that I had in mind for a Supernatural/HP crossover back in 2010. My thought had been to have Dean posing as a blues singer in a New Orleans bar, singing this, to track down a vamp, who was a friend of Lorcan d'Eath or Sanguini, and was rumored to be giving Harry a port in the storm so to speak.

That HP/Supernatural x-over became Beneath the Skin, and the New Orleans bar scene didn't seem to fit after the BlackJack muse took the story over. After realizing that, I'd planned to use it toward one of the challenges going on at the time, but looking back on the different challenges I've posted to, I haven't found a trace of it. With the alternate path the x-over's gone down, I don't see it fitting anywhere in Beneath the Skin without a major rewrite - so I decided to post it here as a somewhat stand-alone.

Sadly, it doesn't move the wip Beneath the Skin any closer to completion, but I'll keep trying.

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Lord, Almighty,
It's funny ...
You think I don't got the blues?
Well, listen up, n' tell me,
What you'd do in my shoes.

Wake up mo-ost mornins
With tears in my eyes
Fed up with the hunts,
The deaths, and - the - lies,

Got no other friends,
Sure as hell, won't never have a bride,
Its just me and my bro,
On this crazy ride.


So tired o'
the huntin n' killin,
the cons n' the lies,
Mo-ost mornings, it's enough
to bring tears to my eyes.


Sammy on one shoul-der, n'
Dad's ghost's on the other,
Always haunting and screamin,
"Watch out for your damn-ed brother!"

"Keep Sammy safe,
an'
Keep him from sin-
But if you can't do that,
Boy,
Then...
You. Do. Him. In!"

"Now, keep it a secret,
Now, don't you dare tell,
Just send his soul up to heaven, boy...
While mine goes to hell."


Ohhh, I'm so tired o'
the huntin n' killin,
the cons n' the lies,
Mo-ost mornings, it's enough
to bring tears to my eyes.


My bro keeps on askin',
Beggin' me to confide,
This god-damned secret,
Tearin' me up inside.

But I ain't said nothin',
Like there ain't nothin tell,
But dying must be easier
Than livin' this hell.

Still, no point in moanin,
an' no point in crying,
So, I just keep on going,
Cause no way is Sammy dying...



Lord, I'm so tired o'
the huntin n' killin,
the cons n' the lies,
Mo-ost mornings, it's enough
to bring tears to my eyes.

Dude,
I've so got the blues.