*//I'm superman with the wind at his back , Deklan

Working in the same bar for seven months you get to know it quite well, things in this bar particularly could become rather… what’s the word? Predictable. Life however, that wasn’t so predictable for Miss Winchester. Maybe that was why she enjoyed the sheer unpredictability of her job but tonight it was Chevrolet that was throwing that little bit of spice into the mix. Chey had a friend staying with her and the family, a Mr Davenport. It was weird seeing someone she’d been so close to for so many years go get himself a recording contract and head on his way to fame and fortune. A small (SMALL!) part of her was jealous. Tammy had come to the bar and helped Chey set up. Yes, Deklan was going up to see his family tomorrow and his last night as an honorary Winchester was going to be a good one. God knows that he’d been more of a Winchester than the genuine Winchester’s had of late. Tameryn’s family were practically the von traps so it came as no surprise to find out that the girl was hooked up with just about every musical instrument known to man kind.

The weeks since Deklan had been in town had been less than normal. He was one of the only people that knew Chey’s secret and it made keeping it a lot harder. Chey was so worried about slipping up. But it also made her feel better that Jessica wasn’t a secret with him. She had someone that she could just talk to about it. Chey and Deklan’s history was seemingly so complicated but to them it just happened so effortlessly. Her relationship with Deklan always made more sense than her relationship with Craig did and he was the reason the pair met. Craig was Chey’s boyfriend in college and well, he and Deklan were in a band together. When you’re with a guy for the best part of a year and a half you’re bound to know his friends. But her and Dek were closer than she was with her own boyfriend. They had this instantly natural connection, they just teased each other and joked and laughed and she needed that. It was like having one of her brothers there with her.

A few days ago sealed the feeling that he was like a big brother to Chey when he saved her butt. Like father like daughter, Chey ended up taking on a case she wasn’t quite prepared for and got her stupid self captured by a Djinn. Luckily Deklan and her daddy saved her. Guess that was why Dean told her to stay in the car right? The things she’d seen, the things the Djinn had made her see… They changed everything. Except between her and Deklan. They’d both been in shock by what she’d seen in that world but they also found it quite funny in all honestly. Laughing off the idea of them ever being a couple. However Chey neglected to mention that in the dream, standing on that stage felt amazing. Yet this world’s Chey didn’t believe she even nearly had enough talent.

Chey was making Deklan’s last night almost like work for him. She’d organized an open mic night but more of an acoustic live lounge feel than a cheesy karaoke night. What was weird was that it was already pulling in a different crowd to what they were used to. The low lighting and somber atmosphere made it feel like almost a different place. Chey was used to the sound of hunters chattering to themselves or playing cards at a table and enjoying a drink or two. She was also used to the evenings she’d get the younger hunters coming in and she could find herself being bullied into lock ins and even being held upside down on a keg. It was like going to a frat party or something. It definitely wasn’t like going to work. This wasn’t really like going to work either but in a totally different way.

Her fingers ran delicately across the ivory of Tameryn’s piano as she played along with one of the girls that had signed up and as the song played out she felt Tammy’s hand on her shoulder. She whispered into Chey’s ear. Her freckled cheeks filled with a blush and then she watched Deklan walk into the bar and look up at her on the stage. She sighed a little and rolled her eyes. “Okay so, my boss totally just bullied me into this one… And I think we’re going to dedicate it to my best friend over there… Deklan this ones for you…. Because you’re soooo up next!” A cheeky grin grew across her lips as Tameryn set up beside her and pulled her guitar over her shoulder and ran her fingers across it. Moment’s later Tameryn came out with the first couple of lines of the song. This was something Tammy and Chey had done when they were kids to pass their music exams and Chey was sure she wouldn’t remember the words or even how to play it but as soon as she heard Tammy sing her fingers seemed to just move to the right keys. Chey hadn’t really sung publicly since they’d done that performance and that was when they were eleven.

Tammy’s voice ever so beautifully rang out the chorus of the song which made Chey even more nervous but she just looked over at Deklan as her lips went to the microphone and she started to sing. “I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. Right now there’s a steel knife in my wind pipe. I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight. As long as the wrong feels right its like I’m in flight.” She looked back to the piano as Tammy took over the vocals and let herself just get lost in the song. “Where you going? I’m leaving you, no you aint. Come back. We’re runnin’ right back, here we go again. Its so insane ‘cause when its going good its going great. I’m superman with the wind at his back, she’s Louis Lane. …… I feel so ashamed ….. I don’t even know his name ….. I’ll never stoop so low again… guess I don’t know my own strength! Just gonna stand there and watch me burn! That’s alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. That’s alright because I love the way you lie.” Chey continued to play the piano beautifully through Libertas as Tammy sang the chorus by herself again and then helped her friend sing out the rest of the song.

This infectious grin grew over Chey’s face as the crowd applauded. She was sure it was all for Tameryn but just the feeling of being on the stage and getting people clapping and even lifting themselves out of their chairs for something she’d done was amazing. The girls both got A’s for this in school and working on the arrangement with her mother was kind of Chey’s introduction to how to write and structure music. Her Aunty Karlie would herself admit she wasn’t the best song writer but it was her teaching that lead Chevrolet to start writing her own. If it hadn’t been for her writing she would have never got to know mr Davernport. She still couldn’t believe he was using some of her work on his album. But he did make her writing sound so damn good.