The bright sun rose in the cloudless azure sky, shining down on the beautifully well-kept motel. The flowers bloomed on the perfect green lawn, and butterflies circled the symmetric cedar trees that lined the path to the door. Soft piano music began to play, and the bright red doors flew open. Two men strutted down the path in perfect sync with each other. The taller of the two wore a red and white striped suit, with hints of yellow, a yellow shirt and a red tie, whereas the shorter wore a yellow and white striped suit, with hints of red, a red shirt and a yellow tie. They both wore shining black tap-shoes. They beamed at each other as they walked.
"Wonderful day, isn't it, Dean?" The taller said.
"It sure is, Sam!" They both plucked flowers from the grass and placed them in their lapels. The piano was joined by an entire orchestra.
"It's another great day," Sam sang, "In another great town."
"The sun has come out," Dean continued, "I hope he hangs around."
"Yes, It's another wonderful place we've found!" They both sang, running down the rest of the path and jumping onto the sidewalk.
"We've been through the rain," Dean sang, twirling, "But now we're all dry."
"Hopefully this job," Sam twirled too, "Nobody will die."
"Let's get to the car," A woman walked past, "Oh, hey, pie!"
"Dean!" Sam put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
"It's a fantastic job that we've arrived!" They sang, as Dean threw the pie behind him. They tap danced down the sidewalk and into a park. A group of people in tap shoes and tight clothes gathered behind them as they began a complicated tap dance.
"Yes it's a wonderful," Sam sang.
"Marvelous," Dean sang.
"Extraordinary," Sam sang.
"Supernatural," Dean sang.
"Spectacular, brilliant, fantastic job we have." They all sang.
"It's a great job that we have." Sam and Dean sang, holding their last note. The music swelled and ended with a flourish, as everyone struck a pose. Dean frowned.
"What the hell just happened?"