Bonnie/Dean
"Alright... I'm going to do it just a little differently, if you don't mind." There was plenty of room for him to walk around her, but he purposely squeezed in close, after he rounded the bar, to collect his glass of bourbon. Which he downed while he was still close to her. "'Scuse me."
Oh, Dean knew what he was doing. He set his glass down on the counter, so that he had to brush against her shoulder. Before he walked over to a dark haired woman, Maryanne, after a brief exchange, the woman left the room, only to return carrying a guitar case. Dean gave her the most charming smile he could, which earned him an eye roll.
Once he acquired the guitar, he snagged a chair and approached the karaoke area again. Fixing the mic so that he didn't have to hold it. Once he was settled his fingers began to strum the opening chords.
"Mama told me when I was young "Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day"
"Oh, take your time, don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass You'll find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget, son, there is someone up above"
"And be a simple kind of man Be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
"Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can"
Oh, yes, I will
"Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied"
"And be a simple kind of man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can?"
"Baby, be a simple, be a simple man Oh, be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of simple man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can?"'
His eyes had searched out for his son, a little dark haired boy, rather than Bonnie. And he sang to Jack, and Mary Ellen, who he looked for after a beat. They were his life. His kids.