HI! Thanks for reading my fanfiction. This is sort of a prologue, so it's a little short. But I have the rest of the story written. Heads up! Please do not take this too seriously, I wrote it to be funny. At times it makes almost no sense and is incredibly ridiculous and silly, just the way I like it!

Author's note: whenever a sentence is in italics that means someone is singing. When someone is singing a publicized song, I'll let you know. If I don't specify then that means you can just make up a tune in your head to the lyrics (which don't rhythm at all because I'm not a song-writer).

And lastly, I'd like to thank all the artists whose songs I'm using/mentioning. So shout out to Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli, Somebody to Love by Queen, Soul Sister by Train, The Longest Time by Billy Joel, and Dancing Queen by ABBA. These are all awesome songs and if you don't know them you should look them up! And comment if there's a specific song you want me to add.

(And sorry for the long intro. Thanks and enjoy!)

Dean was counting out the change in his hand. He only needed five more cents for a can of coke. He dug around his pockets for a nickel.

"Sweet." He said as he held up a nickel. Then he started putting the change into the grimy vending machine outside the crusty motel he and Sam were staying at. Of course, this didn't bother Dean. He was used to grimy vending machines and crusty motels. He just wanted his coke.

As the vending machine started to make grumbling noises, signaling the arrival of Dean's long awaited coke, Dean had the feeling that he was being watched. The constant paranoia came with the job, but just to be safe Dean quickly glanced around the parking lot. There was only his Impala, a truck, and a van. No one was there. Dean went back to his coke. He reached down and grasped his fingers around the cool metal just as another car screeched into the parking lot.

Out of the car stepped a frazzled looking, scrawny man in skinny jeans that were too many sizes too small. As he opened the car door, an empty Styrofoam cup fell out of his messy car, which Dean could see was filled with unorganized piles of what looked like sheet-music. The man didn't notice the cup fall out. He glanced around anxiously, then laid eyes on Dean. Dean tried to get back to the hotel room quickly, but he was too slow.

"Hey there! You wouldn't happen to know anything about cars?" The man said, cutting off Dean's path. "Cause I could use some help, and you look like the kind of guy who would be into that." The guy awaited Dean's answer eagerly. Dean forced a smile. He could see this stranger wouldn't let him leave easily, so he decided to take a quick look.

"Sure, why not?" He said, letting a little sarcasm seep into his voice. The stranger looked ecstatic, and skipped over to the car. He flipped open the hood.

"This is so nice of you. Oh, by the way, my name's Jesse." He said and held his hand out to shake. Dean looked at his outstretched hand.

"Hold my coke." Dean shoved the soda into his hands, then started to look over the engine.

"So, what's your name?" Jesse asked.

"Dean."

"Dean?"

"Winchester." Dean answered hesitantly. This Jesse person asked a lot of questions. In Dean's experience, that was never something good. Although Dean looked him up and down and decided that if it came to a fight, Jesse wouldn't be much of a challenge. He looked scrawny and weak. Dean could easily take him.

"Weird. It looks like nothing's wrong…" Dean's spidey-sense was tingling. He was ready to get out of there. He heard Jesse drop his coke. Not good. He whirled around. Out of nowhere a damp cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Dean was ready though, and elbowed Jesse in the ribs. He ripped the cloth out of his mouth and threw it on the ground.

"What the hell?" Dean demanded. Jesse leaned against his car, clutching his ribs. He swallowed and took a deep breath. Dean was expecting him to start explaining himself. That was not what happened.

"Relax. I won't hurt you. Just listen to me, and get in the car." Jesse sang. Dean stared at him and blinked.

"Did you just sing?" He asked. Jesse ignored his comment.

"Get into the car."

"Do you really think that if you sing that I'll just get into your car? After you tried to chloroform me?" Dean asked, about to turn to walk away. This was ridiculous. However, his legs started walking, but not to the hotel room.

"WHAT." Dean exclaimed. He couldn't stop his feet from walking towards the car.

"Hush. Stop struggling."

"You son of a bi-" But Dean's mouth shut as Jesse had duct taped his mouth.

"Now sit down. And take a nap." Jesse sang, with a smile across his face. Dean was ready to punch it off. Dean was about to, when his eyes rolled over and he passed out in the back of Jesse's car. Jesse chuckled.

"When you awake you won't remember anything. None of this." Jesse sang, as he drove away with Dean Winchester unconscious in the back of his car. He was feeling pleased with himself. Kidnapping Dean Winchester wasn't as hard as it sounded.

A moment after the car drove away, Sam peeked his head out of the motel room.

"Everything okay Dean? It's been a while." Sam glanced around when no one answered. "Dean?"