#megstiel

Compiled some of the songs that I closely associate with SPN characters and ships. Limited to 3 each as to avoid driving myself crazy remembering another good song seconds after hitting "post".

Dean

Love Me for What I Am - Lobo

I can't give any more of my soul away And still look myself in the mirror everyday I can't change anymore of what makes me be myself And still have enough left not to be somebody else I'm not demanding as a man Just asking you love me for what I am

Someday - Steve Earle

Now my brother went to college 'cause he played football But I'm still hanging 'round 'cause I'm a little bit small But I got me a '67 Chevy, she's low and sleek and black Someday I'll put her on that interstate and never look back Someday I'm finally going to let go Because I know there's a better way And I want to know what's over that rainbow I'm gonna get out of here someday

Turn the Page - Bob Seger

Such a good feely song about living on the road and being stuck in the cycle, tired but resigned.

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha You can listen to the engine moanin' out his one-note song You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through Say here I am On the road again There I am Up on the stage Here I go Playin' star again There I go Turn the page

Castiel

Wasn't Born to Follow - The Byrds

I will want to dive beneath The white cascading waters She may beg, she may plead She may argue with her logic And mention all the things I'll lose That really have no value In the end she will surely know I wasn't born to follow

When My Time Comes - Dawes

Disillusioned and struggling/conflicted Cas S7-9. This eternal being who has so much doubt, so much care, so much emotion in a blink of his lifetime. I love this Cas so dearly.

So I took what I wanted And put it out of my reach I wanted to pay for my successes With all my defeats And if Heaven was all That was promised to me Why don't I pray for death? Now it seems like the unravelling Has started too soon Now I'm sleeping in hallways And I'm drinking perfume And I'm speaking to mirrors And I'm howling at moons While the worse and the Worse that it gets Oh you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's staring right back

In a way I see 90's-2000's coming-of-age and punk (in general) music relating to Cas most of any character. He's ancient but he's just now truly meeting humanity, learning what it's like, experiencing it firsthand. He can be a baby in a trench coat.

Southern Cross - Crosby, Stills & Nash

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time You understand now why you came this way 'Cause the truth you might be running from is so small But it's as big as the promise The promise of a coming day So I'm sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a-dying And my love is an anchor tied to you Tied with a silver chain I have my ship And all her flags are a-flying She is all that I have left And music is her name Think about how many times I have fallen Spirits are using me, larger voices calling What heaven brought you and me Cannot be forgotten

Sam

This is a cheat as I don't really have songs for Sam so much as I do brothership/broad Supernatural, but I still love the songs.

Handle with Care - The Traveling Wilburys

The supergroup Traveling Wilburys created a fictional history about half-brothers traveling as musicians, and I strongly see elenemtary-aged Dean and Sam playing pretend like that and loving the escapism.

Been beat up and battered around Been sent up, and I've been shot down You're the best thing that I've ever found Handle me with care Reputation's changeable Situation's tolerable But, baby, you're adorable Handle me with care I'm so tired of being lonely I still have some love to give Won't you show me that you really care?

Freewill - Rush

How this song wasn't fought harder for to secure the rights, I do not know.

You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill I will choose a path that’s clear I will choose free will.

Cotton Fields - Creedence Clearwater Revival

A simple sepia-toned song, short and warm and safe.

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home

John

Loving Her Was Easier - Kris Kristofferson

I do not think he and Mary had a good relationship whatsoever, and had she not died I believe they would have separated, but to me this song encompasses the pedestal upon which John put Mary. Fantastic song.

Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I've been Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying Talking of tomorrow and the money, love, and time we had to spend Loving her was easier than anything I'll ever do again

Papa Was a Rollin' Stone - The Undisputed Truth, made famous by The Temptations

More in line with how I see John. Some really interesting potential with his character as a "villain", but I will never accept him going to Heaven or ending up with Mary. Two great versions of the song, recommend listening to both.

I heard papa called himself a "Jack Of All Trades" Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave? Folks say papa would beg, borrow, steal To pay his bills Hey, mama, Folks say papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Mama, I'm depending on you To tell me the truth Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said, "Son,.. Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone"

The River - Bruce Springsteen

Probably the musician that I most closely associate with the Winchesters.

I got a job working construction For the Johnstown Company But lately, there ain't been much work On account of the economy Now all them things that seemed so important Well, mister, they vanished right into the air Now I just act like I don't remember And Mary acts like she don't care But I remember us riding in my brother's car Her body tanned and wet down at the reservoir At night, on them banks I'd lie awake And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take Now, those memories come back to haunt me They haunt me like a curse Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

Mary

I'm neutral on Mary and think there're some great analyses to be conducted.

When You Were Young - The Killers

To me she chose John so she could escape hunting, and while there could have been some parts that were good, they were put together through circumstance/Heaven.

You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness; watch it now, here he comes He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined When you were young

Delta Dawn - Helen Reddy (bonus duet with Glen Campbell)

The background of this song involves guilt and appreciation songwriter Alex Harvey felt for his mother, who had died in a car crash the same night he performed on TV and told her not to come. Harvey felt responsible for years, then experienced what he believed to be his mother's laughing spirit. He wrote Delta Dawn for her. Helen Reddy has my favorite version, and I see her and Dean in the duet with Glen Campbell.

In her younger days, they called her Delta Dawn Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on Then a man of low degree stood by her side Promised her he'd take her for his bride Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today To take you to his mansion in the sky?

A Little Love - Juice Newton

Well, you thought you had it beat But it didn't seem to last that long Now you're back out on the street But you've got to keep hanging on I weigh the differences everyday Sometimes I feel like running away A little love here makes me want to stay A little love there'll keep me from running away A little love here, a little love there Give a little, get a little, just a little love A little love here, a little love there Give a little, get a little, just a little love

Destiel

You and I Will Meet Again - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Immediately a Destiel song for me, start to finish, given the finale.

You and I will meet again When we're least expecting it Somewhere in some far-off place I will recognize your face I won't say goodbye, my friend For you and I will meet again

The Hurt - Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become My sweetest friend? Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt

Flesh 'N Blood - Oingo Boingo

Every cloud has a silver lining And every soul is tender to the touch We are made of stone, ooh, we are made of steel And we're all the same when we return to dust But when I hear the call, yeah When I feel the thirst When the catcher comes to take my soul He's gonna have to fight me first 'Cause I'm not gonna give up the ghost, no, I'm not gonna give up the ghost I'm not gonna give up the ghost, no, I'm not gonna give it up 'Cause I haven't the strength to hold out too long If we both hold on together, we can make each other strong

Megstiel

Honey Bee - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Bit too easy of a song choice here, but it's so S7 Megstiel. It's got bees and it's got sexual tension.

Come on now, give me some sugar Give me some sugar, little honey bee Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you I wouldn't hurt my little honey bee Don't say a word about what we're doin' Don't say nothin', little honey bee Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister Don't tell your boyfriend, little honey bee She like to call me king bee, she like to buzz 'round my tree I call her honey bee I'm a man in a trance, I'm a boy in short pants When I see my honey bee Well I've got something to say

Adam

The chance for Adam to have had a normal childhood, been a kid playing baseball with a dad who traveled hundreds of miles to see him, is one of the bigger "little tragedies" of the show. Yes Dean lost his whole childhood and Sam never had one, but Adam experienced it all and had it torn from him.

Cheap Seats - Alabama

Now the majors called up, oh, what's his name? And one more buildin' rises tall And suddenly we're all grown up And this old town's not quite so small But I'll always miss the middle size town In the middle of the middle-west With no name pitchers and local bands And mustard and relish and all the rest We like our beer flat as can be We like our dogs with mustard and relish We got a great pitcher, what's his name? Well, we can't even spell it We don't worry about the pennant much We just like to see the boys hit it deep There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats

Centerfield - John Fogerty

Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes You know I think it's time to give this game a ride Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all A moment in the sun It's-a gone and you can tell that one goodbye

Lisa

Sister Golden Hair - America

In my fanon Ben is Dean's kid (and Lisa lied, as opposed to Dean having Ben be his not-kid and Emma be his kid through the same throwaway twist writing). Seems more realistic, interesting, and difficult, and this song really fits their story for me. Dean wishing he could settle down with Lisa but it isn't what he wants. Her being someone he still cares for: not the one that got away, but the one that did deserve better, and he couldn't be that for her.

A song about a man who can't go through with a marriage though he loves her. Could also be read as comphet for Dean.

Well, I tried to make it Sunday But I got so damn depressed That I set my sights on Monday And I got myself undressed I ain't ready for the altar, but I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine Well, I keep on thinking about you Sister Golden Hair surprise And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes? I been one poor correspondent and I've been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean, you ain't been on my mind

Jack

Similar vibes to Cas to me, learning to exist while so much is on your shoulders. Wide-eyed and good intentioned, but also imperfect.

What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies

An early BNL song when the writer Steven Page was 21, it's an attempt to put to words to expectations put onto kids, and a little about gender roles.

When I was born, they looked at me and said "What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy" And when you were born, they looked at you and said "What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl" We've got these chains hanging around our necks People want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same When temptation calls, we just look away

Cas, Jack, and Claire

Fifty for a While - Barenaked Ladies

I love exploring Cas + parenthood, how the angel who sacrificed everything for one man would give even more for his kids.

I think this was born on a flight across the country. I couldn't read the Megstiel fic by androidinatutu that I wanted (lay me down to sleep) because I am absolutely NOT paying $10 for airplane wifi just so I can read ao3 to my heart's content, and was just... thinking about it.

It was meant to just be a fic that only had Cas and Meg in it. But Meg is so much fun when she's bitchy to Dean, so I kept writing adding parts where she would razz him. It fits into spntriangleweek, because Dean is a weird, load bearing part of this dynamic despite hardly being physically present.

On tagging or not tagging destiel on this: the destiel connection feels like if you were motivated, you could truly decide this was all jokes and lampshading. There's not much in here that's stronger than "he was your boyfriend first" -- Meg treats Dean like he's a jealous (maybe ex) boyfriend in canon, too, and people pretend not to see it. And maybe it's not super satisfying for destiel enjoyers to read.

I love spending time on the internet researching for area restaurants. I want to eat there but you won't catch me hanging out in Northern Indiana so I guess I'll just pine for the pizza and baked goods. This part is so cozy to me, btw. The idea that Meg is finding a place. That the place is the psych ward in the ass end of the country (full offense, Indiana). That Meg is getting along with her coworkers through bribery and demonic strength.

References: jesus this was tough. Like, I was googling things I half-remembered, because I didn't want to keep Meg calling Cas "Clarence" the whole time. Hot wings is fun, but apparently canonically Benny calls Cas that.

Title is a lyric from The Strokes "Someday" -- interestingly, there's another line in the chorus that has been scribbled on notebooks and planners of mine for the past 20+ years: "Work hard until it's easy." I think after 20+ years, I need to admit that this sort of work ethic is not serving me and I need to follow (esp in fic writing) the easy "work" and work smarter, not harder.

don't get me wrong i am a destiel girl through and through but i wish cas and meg got more time together. she was what he needed when he needed it(,:

deserved better, man.

Reference:

“Are you even trying to get him better?” Dean demanded over the line.  “Oh jeez, I didn’t realize I was the leading expert in Lucifer torture hallucinations,” Meg said. Then, deliciously paused before she said, “Wait, the expert in that is your brother. Do you think he has any tips for wellness in the face of Hell flashbacks?” “Go fuck yourself.” “Maybe I should be giving Castiel a special sponge bath. Paint his nails. Practice kissing him. We’re having a grand old time here, a regular sleepover in the psych ward.” There was silence on the line.  “What if the hallucinations are worse for him than they were for little Sammy?” Meg wondered aloud, in a faux-innocent tone. “Instead of all that angelic power protecting him, it turned into fuel to torture him. And if that’s the case, will it burn through all his grace before it lets him go?” Examining her nails, Meg dragged out another silence. Poor Castiel was being tortured inside his own mind, where she couldn’t see or do anything about it. Twisting the knife of guilt in Dean Winchester’s gut, however, was something she could enjoy.