"What the hell?" Dean looked at the report.
"Yeah, god knows what could be doing it... But I mean, it's worth looking isn't it?"
"Yeah I guess, I'll start packing up the car."
"Have you seen Cas lately?" Sam turned in his chair to face his brother. Dean stopped walking an mumbled something that sounded like a no. Sam sighed and got up, out of his chair and followed his brother outside.
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When the brothers arrived in town, Dean had to swerve to avoid someone dancing in the street, "Guess we got the right place?" Dean smirked at his brother and parked the car at the nearest motel.
Once the brothers found the owner (who luckily wasn't singing and dancing) they went up to him and asked, "Hey, can we get a room?"
"Yeah, one double or two?" He said looking between the brothers.
"Uh two. Rough day?"
"Yeah, people singing about their problems at you all day wouldn't put you in a very good mood would it? You know what? I never wanted to own my Pa's motel! I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria. The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day." The motel owner leaped up onto the nearest table.
Suddenly three men appeared behind the owner and sang, "He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day."
"I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea."
"He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day."
"I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing And hang around in bars."
"He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day."
"I cut down trees.
I wear high heels, suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa."
"He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!"
The three men slowly shuffled away back into the rooms of which they came from. Dean looked at his brother who was probably wearing the same expression he was.
"So, uh two doubles?" The owner handed the brothers a key, they paid and they walked over to their room.
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"What the hell Sam?" Dean turned to his brother.
"I told you we should check it out! Let's just hope we don't start singing ABBA..." Sam opened up his laptop and started to type on it.
Dean walked outside of the motel room and put his hands together.
"Is there anyone out there?
Or am I walking alone?
When I turned around and found that you'd gone before The first rain could fall
It seems every single time I was bleeding Broken promises that never came true Well it ain't so long before the dawn When the sun is gone so are Well, so are you
So what's it gonna take To get you back in bed?
Gossip, drugs, and snakes They're just our best Fairweather Friends
One day when we're far away From everything that hurts Drink and screw is all we'll do Every day
So what's it gonna take To get you back in bed?
Gossip, drugs, and snakes They're just our best fairweather friends
And though the hour's late Don't let 'em in your head Gonna pray for rain again and again Fairweather Friends Fairweather Friends..."
Suddenly the angel appeared in front of Dean, "Hello Dean. You called- uh sang?"
The hunter blushed slightly, "Uh yeah, I need to talk to you about something. I need your help."
The angel sighed and lowered his head, "Dean I am busy-"
"In heaven, I know... But we need you to tell us what is happening. You know! Metatron! All of the angels out of heaven!"
"Dean, I didn't think you wanted to know about those things... I thought that..." Castiel shook his head, dismissing the thought as if it were ridiculous.
"You thought what, Cas?" Dean cupped the angel's cheeks in his hands and brought up his face so the angel was looking at him.
"I thought you didn't care..." Dean was speechless, Cas didn't think he cared?
"You-you what? Cas! How could you think that, I lo-" Dean stopped himself saying those three dreaded words. He hoped Cas didn't notice. But as normal, he was wrong.
"You what, Dean?" Cas tilted his head, the same way Dean found totally adorab- weird! Totally WEIRD.
"I-I uh, it's nothing Cas. Don't worry about it..." Dean looked down this time, his hands having long abandoned the angel's face.
"Dean? Tell me what's wrong..." Castiel brought Dean's face up with his hands, like the hunter did to him before.
"I... Dammit Cas!" The hunter gripped the angel's face in his face and closed (the surprisingly small) gap between them, covering the angel's lips with his own.
Castiel pulled the hunter closer until their bodies were completely together and the hunter pushed him up against the wall.
The angel wrapped his arms around the hunter's neck and pulled him impossibly closer. Dean lifted the angel up so Castiel could wrap his legs around Dean's waist. "I love you Cas, always have, always will" Dean whispered between kisses. Castiel ground down into Dean and the hunter moaned.
Dean broke away from his angel and sang, "You were a problem child Been grounded your whole life So now you running wild Playing with them good girls Naw that ain't your style
You think your hot shit and I love it, I love it, I love it Yeah, yeah"
Castiel smiled at the hunter and sang back, "Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine Keep doing what you're doing and I'ma make you mine"
They both sang, "Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you And I'm like hot damn! let me make you my boo"
"Cause you can shake it shake it shake it Yeah you know what to do"
"You're a hot mess I'm loving it-hell yes!
You've been hypnotized The city's your playground,
I watch you take a bite At 5 am roaming in the streets Drunk all night
You think your hot shit and boo I love it, I love it Yeah, yeah"
"Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine Keep doing what you're doing and Imma make you mine"
"Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you And I'm like hot damn, let me make you my boo Cause you can shake it shake it shake it Yeah you know what to do You're a hot mess I'm loving it, hell yes!
You're a hot mess and I'm falling for you And I'm like hot damn let me make you my boo Cause you can shake it shake it shake it Yeah you know what to do You're a hot mess I'm loving it, hell yes!"
They both stopped singing and continued to kiss and grind against each other. That is until Sam walked out of the motel door.
"Dude!? What the hell?" Dean said, annoyed his brother just cock blocked him.
"Sorry! I just- thought you should see something." Sam rubbed his neck and pointed at his laptop back in the room.
The angel and the hunter separated, much to their disappointment, "Fine, let's get this over with." Sam walked back into the motel room. Dean moved so he was close, but not touching Castiel's ear, "We can finish this later..." he bit his ear playfully. When he pulled back he saw the angel smiling and they walked back into the motel room.
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"So what did you want us to see?" Dean and Castiel came through the door, they both had sex hair which made Sam feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Uh... Well there's no sulphur or anything that could point to anything supernatural, but I did find something." Sam turned his laptop around so Dean and Castiel could see the security footage he found.
There was a small group of people singing and dancing and a couple of people stood off to the side, watching it all take place. One was holding a lollipop.
"No way..." Dean muttered.
"That's what I was thinking, but I mean, Lucifer killed him right?" Sam looked to Castiel who was still looking at the video as if it held the answers to everything.
"That is definitely Gabriel."
"How can you be sure?" Dean turned to look at the angel.
"Even on recordings such as this, I can see his grace and wings." The angel tilted his head, "But something has... Changed."
"Do you know what?" The younger Winchester added.
"No... But his grace looks different..." The Winchesters looked confused, as did the angel.
"So what, do we summon him and ask why he is asking why he is making poor sods dance about and sing about their problems?" Sam asked.
"Ha! Imagine if someone heard our songs!" Dean chuckled at the prospect of someone hearing them sing about angels and demons.
"Yeah, only a matter of time until we start singing." Sam said, completely oblivious to the fact Dean had already sang twice.
Although once he saw the looks on Castiel's and Dean's faces he knew, "Wait... You've already sang." Sam was trying not to laugh, "What about? What song?"
"I believe he sang Fairweather Friends and Hot Mess." At the confused looks he was receiving from the brothers he added, "I'm very pop culture savvy at the moment..."
"So when are we going to go after Gabriel?"
"In the morning, go get another room, I have something to attend to..." He grinned at pulled Castiel close and kissed him like tithing else mattered. Sam almost ran out of the room and up to the Lumberjack wannabe.