I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa-oh-oh! I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa-oh-oh!
"You think she might really shut up if I kill her?" Dean asks his brother.
The guys finally let Emily onto their team. Even though she was sweet and innocent, Sam and Dean weren't getting used to her yet. They were still annoyed by her time of the month mood swings, her sleep talking, and how long she takes in the bathroom.
Emily walks out of the bathroom putting her makeup bag in his backpack. She was a young woman at the age of 25. Emily stood at five foot four with a toned body. Her dark brown curls flowing over her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and olive skin.
"Em, could you not sing every time you're doing something in the bathroom?" Dean asks her.
"Sorry, I can't help it," Emily says. "It makes me happy."
"Well it makes me wanna throw up." Dean taunts her.
"Em, why are you putting on makeup right now?" Sam asks her.
"Because we are going out. All three of us." She smiles.
"And why is that? It's not your birthday or anything, is it?"
"No, Sam." Emily nods her head. "This is my first time going out with my two new friends."
"Oh, I'm touched." Dean puts his hand on his chest.
"Anyways…are we going or not? Don't y'all just wanna go out and have fun? I'm young and I wanna be free!"
"Okay, Em, we'll go." Sam finally gave in. "Just a bar, okay. Not one of those nightclubs where there's foam everywhere and the girls are dancing on top of each other."
"Sam, I would never take y'all there. You guys are like thirty-something. Too old."
Both brothers give her a look. "As long you pay, Shortstop." Dean rolls his eyes.
They were in Baltimore, Maryland. Dean and Sam took Emily to a local bar called Thirsty's. Both were do things Emily would want because they felt sorry for her most of the time.
Growing up as a kid, Emily didn't have a lot of friends and she was raised by her grandparents. Since they are now dead, Emily trusts no one else except the Winchesters and Castiel.
"This is more like it," said Emily. "Either these people think we're badass or think I'm a lesbian hanging out with a bunch of dudes."
"Three Bud Lights, please," Dean orders for them.
Emily turns around and sees an empty stage with a microphone. Next to it was a DJ fiddling with his stereo. "Ooh, karaoke," said Emily. "I'm gonna go sing."
"Wait, what?" Sam asks her. "Why would you wanna do that?"
"I have a bucket list. Singing karaoke in front of people is one of them."
"Em, that's not a good idea." Knowing that Emily is not a good singer, Sam doesn't want her to embarrass herself.
"Oh, come on, it's a free country. I can do what I want, right."
From behind her, Dean interrupts, "Go for it, Emily. You only live once, right."
"That's right. Thanks, Dean." She shrieks and walks towards the stage.
"What are you doing?" Sam demanded his brother. "Emily is gonna humiliate herself."
"Yeah, she realizes how bad she is and she'll shut up for the rest of our lives. If that doesn't go as plan, then I'm taping her mouth shut."
"Okay, people," the DJ says into the microphone. "Our first singer tonight is…"
"Emily Stone," Emily says her name.
"Emily Stone," he repeats. "What will you be singing tonight?"
"Knock on Wood by Amii Stewart." She requests.
"Okay, Knock on Wood by Emily Stone." A certain amount of people clap.
Dean pulls out his phone and puts it on video. "What are you doing?" Sam asks his brother.
"Making the memories last," Dean jokes. "At least we'll have something to remember from this moment for little Emmy."
The music starts and the unexpected happens.
I don't want to lose you, this good thing that I got
'Cause if I do, I will surely, surely lose a lot
'Cause your love is better than any love I know
It's like thunder, lightning, the way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock on wood, baby, baby
I'm not superstitious about ya but I can't take no chance
You got me spinnin' baby, you know that I'm in a trance
'Cause your love is better than any love I know
It's like thunder, lightning, the way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby, baby
I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, baby, knock, knock, knock, baby
It's no secret about it 'cause with his lovin' touch
He sees to it that I get enough
Feel his touch all over, you know it means so much
It's like thunder, burstin' lightnin', the way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby, baby
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood (You'd better knock, knock, knock)
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood (Think you'd better knock, knock, knock, knock)
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood (Think you'd better knock)
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood (Think you'd better knock, knock, knock)
Finally, the song ended. Everybody in the bar cheers for Emily. Both Sam and Dean were speechless. Earlier Emily sung horribly, but she sang terrifically.
As she walks off stage, the boys were still looking at her. "What do you two morons think?" She asks them.
"How did you do that, Em?" Sam asks them. "You were really…great."
"I don't know. It was weird, but I did it. Drinks are on tonight, guys!" The three friends make a toast and drink their beers.