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The next night, Dean, Cas, Sam, Charlie, and Gabriel went out on the town.

Or, well, as much of a town as they had in Lebanon, Kansas.

But nonetheless, Charlie had found a karaoke bar in the town, and they were all going, because Charlie said so, and you HAVE TO OBEY THE QUEEN, GABRIEL.

Dean and Cas didn't mind though, as they shared a secret smile. Singing was one of the last things they had to check off the list.

So that is what brings us to now, with Sam, Gabe, Charlie, Cas, and Dean squished in a booth at a karaoke bar.

"You are all singing." Charlie declared. "I will force you on stage."

"I don't sing." Sam commented.

"Sure you do," Dean shot back. 

"Name ONE time I have ever sung."

"Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive- the Impala."

"That was years ago!"

"Still counts, Sammy."

"I wanna hear Cassie sing." Gabriel said deviously. Cas's eyes widened.

"I don't know how to-" The angel started.

"You'll figure it out." Charlie insisted. "And it will be magical, and Dean will just die."

"Alright, Charlie, what awful songs are you forcing upon us?" Sam asked.

"Oh!" Gabriel announced. "What if we dare each other to sing certain songs?" They all paused, thinking, and then burst out laughing.

"And......Go." Sam offered, and they all immediately burst out what they wanted.

"SAM AND DEAN NEED TO SING THE 'IF YOU WERE GAY' SONG," Charlie yelled. "Immediately followed by Gabriel singing the Moose song!"

"Cas needs to sing I'm too sexy for my shirt!" Dean pleaded.

"Dean needs to do his rendition of Eye of the tiger, complete with dance moves!" Sam yelled out.

"Gabriel should sing his ringtone for every time Sam calls him." Cas offered slyly. The archangel's eyes widened and Sam slowly turned to look at him.

"And what ringtone would THAT be?" The moose demanded.

".....uh" Gabriel looked, ironically, like a moose caught in headlights. So, naturally, Dean grabbed Sam's phone, called Gabriel's number, and Charlie snatched the archangel's phone, throwing it on the table so that they could all see it.

All of a sudden, the screen lit up, and Cupcakke's deepthroat started blasting, immediately followed by the caller ID, which read 'Moose Daddy.'

"OH. MY. GOD." Charlie shouted. Gabriel smirked, slightly proud of himself. Sam's face went bright red, and he turned against the wall, wanting to die. Cas looked slightly bored, entirely used to the ringtone and Gabriel himself. Dean was glaring a bitchface at Gabriel that clearly read 'touch my brother and I'll fucking end you.'

"Oh that note," Charlie began, as soon as the phone had stopped ringing and Gabe had shamefully tucked his phone away. "Who wants to sing?"

No one replied.

Three drinks later, Sam and Dean were up on stage, already regretting their life choices that lead to this moment.

"I can't believe she talked us into this." Dean muttered.

"We're never living this down." Sam agreed.

"Yeah, never."

The music started up, and the audience of the karaoke bar turned to the stage, where Sam and Dean were about to do the most humiliating thing they've ever done.

Gabriel and Charlie, obviously, were filming the whole thing, while Cas watched Dean's embarrassed expression with a smile.

"Aah, an afternoon alone with my favorite book, "Broadway Musicals of the 1940s." No roommate to bother me. How could it get any better than this?" Sam started.

"Oh, hi Rod!" Dean announced. Sam sighed.
"Hi Nicky."
"Hey Rod, you'll never guess what happened to me on the subway this morning.
This guy was smiling at me and talking to me --
"That's very interesting."
"He was being real friendly, and I think he was coming on to me.
I think he might've thought I was gay!"
"Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this? Why should I care?
I don't care. What did you have for lunch today?"
"Oh, you don't have to get all defensive about it, Rod..."
"I'm NOT getting defensive! What do I care about some
Gay guy you met, okay? I'm trying to read."
"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Rod. I just think it's
Something we should be able to talk about."
"I don't want to talk about it, Nicky! This conversation is over!!!
"Yeah, but..."
"Over!!!"

"Well, okay, but just so you know....." Dean trailed off as the music got louder. "If you were gay, That'd be okay. I mean 'cause, hey, I'd like you anyway!"

Sam rolled his eyes. 

"Because you see," Dean went on. "If it were me, I would feel free, To say that I was gay- but I'm not gay-"

"LIES!" Sam yelled out. Dean fought back a laugh.

"If you were queer," Sam shot back. "I'd still be here, Year after year, Because you're dear
To me. And I know that you Would accept me too, If I told you today, "Hey! Guess what,
I'm gay!" But I'm not gay."

"LIAR!!!" Gabriel yelled from their booth.

"I'm happy!" Sam yelled back, shooting a pointed bitchface at Gabe. "Just being with you. So what should it, Matter to me, What you do in bed With guys?"
"Nicky, that's GROSS!" Dean exclaimed.
"No, it's not!" Sam shot back. Dean shook his head, grinning.

"If you were gay," Dean continued. "I'd shout hooray! And here I'd stay, But I wouldn't get In your way. You can count on me, To always be, Beside you every day!"

"To tell you it's okay!"

"You were just born
That way,
And, as they say,
It's in your DNA,"

"You're gay!" Dean and Sam sang out, poking at each other.

"But I'm not gay!" Dean called out.
"If you WERE gay." Sam corrected.
"Argh!"

The audience cheered, and Cas and Charlie were practically crying with laughter by the time Dean and Sam got back to the booth.

"My life is complete!" Charlie declared.

"Oh shut up," Dean grumbled. He poked at Cas, who just kept laughing.

"I can't help it!" The angel insisted. "It was so funny and true!" The Winchesters scowled.

"Alright, Gabriel's up!" Charlie ordered. Gabe shrugged, sliding over the Moose's lap to get out of the booth. He winked at the younger Winchester and headed for the stage.

"Hey Deano?" Gabriel asked as he grabbed the microphone, grinning smugly. "What day of the week is it?" Dean frowned.

"Tuesday...." Sam stiffened.

"That bastard." The moose whispered as an all too familiar song started to play.

"I never meant to be so bad to you," Gabriel's voice sang out. Sam's bitchface intensified to a whole new level.

"One thing I said that I would never do
A look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my faceDo you remember when we used to dance?
And incident arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another, we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung!"

"Dean randomly dies in the shower," Charlie commented. Gabriel paused, holding out the mic until Sam sighed and stood up, yelling out.

"IT WAS THE HEAAAAAT OF THE MOMENT!" 

"Telling me what your heart meant!" Gabriel called back, continuing.

"The heat of the moment shone in your eyesAnd now you find yourself in eighty two
The disco hot spots hold no charm for you
You can't concern yourself with bigger things
You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings'Cause it's the heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, the heat of the moment
Shone in your eyesAnd when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambitions you'll remember wellIt was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
The heat of the moment shone in your eyesIt was the heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, heat of the moment
Shone in your eyesHeat of the moment, heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment, heat of the moment!"

The cheeky smile on Gabriel's face was quickly wiped away once he returned to the table and Sam punched his across the face.

"Oh, come on, Sammy, you love me." The archangel declared.

"Shut up, Gabe." Sam scowled.

"Cas, I will pay you...." Charlie paused, checking her wallet. "Forty bucks to go on stage and sing something that will make Dean blush and laugh at the same time as horrifying him."

"Done. Keep your money." Cas agreed.

"Wait- Cas!" Dean said, slightly alarmed. The angel ignored him, walking up to the stage. And, in his usual, deep voice, started to sing probably the funniest, yet most terrifying rendition of a certain song.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world," Cas sang. "Life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, Imagination, life is your creation!"

Gabriel dropped instantly, tolling on the floor. Dean smirked and stood up.

"Come on Barbie, let's go party!" He yelled out. Cas blushed, but continued with the song.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creationI'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamor in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky
You can touch
you can play
if you say "I'm always yours""

There was just something about seeing a fully grown man in a trenchcoat, with a deep masculine voice, singing a song about being a Barbie doll. And no one could handle it with a straight face. 

Dean was blushing furiously, staring at Cas in amazement. Sam had lost it at the line 'hanky panky' and was currently on the floor with Gabriel, the two of them laughing their heads off. Charlie was filming the song, her expression clearly stating that this was the greatest moment in the history of the world.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creationCome on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah ah ah yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Oh oh)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah ah ah yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Oh oh)Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees," Cas winked, and Dean died. His face was the color of a stop sign, and he dropped his head against the table, shaking with laughter. 

"Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again

Hit the town, fool around, let's go partyYou can touch
you can play
If you say "I'm always yours"
You can touch
you can play,
If you say "I'm always yours"Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah ah ah yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Oh oh)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah ah ah yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Oh oh)I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creationI'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creationCome on Barbie, let's go party! Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Barbie, let's go party! Oh oh
Come on Barbie, let's go party! Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Barbie, let's go party! Oh oh," Cas dropped the mic and skipped back to the booth.

"Thank you for gracing the world with that masterpiece." Charlie insisted.

"Anytime." Cas offered, sliding next to Dean.

"You're awesome." Dean grinned at him, trying not to burst out laughing again.

"Your turn, Charlie." Sam teased. "Go on, sing the song of your people."

"The song of my people?" Charlie echoed. "Yep. I got that." 

Apparently, the song of her people was a parody of I love it by Icona Pop, for some unknown reason.

"THIS GOES OUT TO MY GAY AF BROTHERS IN THE BACK BOOTH!" Charlie yelled into the mic.

"WOOOO!!!!" Dean and Sam called back.

"I got this feeling at like three am while watching Netflix." Charlie began. "I drew some porny fanart and I wrote some smutty fanfic. Can't help it, I just think that they would make such a good pair, In canon they have never met— I don't care, I ship it! I don't care!"

I know that they are siblings but I think there's something more
If she weren't dating that guy, they'd be banging, I am sure.
The third scene in episode four, come on, look at him stare.
Twincest can't really be that bad—

I don't care, I ship it. I don't care.

You're on the canon ground, I'm up in crack ship space
Let's start a shipping war, don't care if I get hate.
Don't like my pairings, well, then you can hit the bricks.
This is my OTP, I'll go down with this ship!

I ship it!
I ship it!

They keep on saying they're not gay, but yeah I really doubt that,
This can't just be a bromance, who would write a show about that?
I think the subtext in the second season's pretty clear,
Don't tell me I need to calm down—

I don't care, I ship it.
I don't care, I ship it, I ship it.
I don't care, I ship it. I don't care.

You're on the canon ground, I'm up in crack ship space
Let's start a shipping war, don't care if I get hate.
Don't like my pairings, well, then you can hit the bricks.
This is my OTP, I'll go down with this ship!

I don't care, I ship it.
I don't care, I ship it, I ship it.
I don't care, I ship it.
I don't care, I ship it, I ship it.
I don't care.
I ship it!!" 

".....Did she just say Twincest can't really be that bad?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.

"You asked for the song of her people."