Arguing With Dean Winchester
Chapter 4
Author's note: It took me a little while to figure out the direction I wanted to go with this, and then suddenly it came to me in the middle of my philosophy class Thursday night as I was counting the minutes until I could go home and get my fix of the boys. After watching the ep I went back and I realized, wait, this isn't as funny as it was when I was trying to distract myself from the boredom that is my 3 hour philosophy class and then, randomly, while at my friend's party, which ironically involved a karaoke machine, I came up with this. I hope you like it, thanks for all the great reviews from the last chapter and love it/hate it/whatever--please review, it helps me to know where I stand. Once again thanks to the super awesome girlwholovesjensen
Sam decided that now would be a great time for the apocalypse to hit. Really. He'd be totally one hundred percent okay with it. He would give anything for something, some random occurrence--supernatural or not--to get him out of this. What had he been thinking? Singing? On stage? Forget the fact that Dean would mock him for the rest of their lives--with visual aids no less, courtesy of the great technology of camera phones--he was not anywhere near drunk enough to get up on stage and sing.
"Ooooo..." Amanda squealed, pulling a CD out of the pile to show Sam. "I found it. I found it." She sing-songed dancing around him and making it difficult for him to see what she had picked.
Please don't let it be NSYNC or Britney Spears, he silently begged anyone who was listening, anything but that.
"What is it?" He asked trying to sound as up beat as possible to mask the terror trembling below the surface.
"Tiffany." Amanda told him, with the biggest smile Sam had ever seen. "Best song ever!"
"I don't know who that is." Sam told her.
"I think we're alone now." She said, giggling as she said it. "You know…You put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground…." She sang-giggled rather high pitched.
Sam thought he would die then and there as he realized what song she was talking about. Sam desperately searched the bar, hoping for some kind of salvation and found it in his idiot brother. Thank you, Dean, he thought, as he spotted his brother in a throw down with some guy that was twice the size of him, that possibly wasn't aware of the fact that there was a piggily wiggly right across the street that sold soap at quite a decent price. This gave him the perfect opportunity, after all, what kind of brother would he be if he just stood by and watched his brother get beaten by Joe One-Too-Many-Burgers and Milkshakes? Not a very good brother at all. Sam hopped off of the stage without another thought to separate Dean and his 'friend' before they killed each other.
Sam began to wonder why he'd agreed to this stupid bet when he just missed taking a bottle of Jack to the head. He also began to wonder why his idiot brother thought it would be a intelligent idea to start up a fight with a drunk, large, and unruly jerk who apparently had a tendency for violence. Sam pushed them both apart again, Dean catching the guy in the jaw with his fist.
"You knocked him out." Sam said.
"No, I punched him. You, little brother, knocked him to the ground and made the pussy faint."
"Dean, I just saved your ass, you know that right? He was going to pummel you into the ground."
"I totally had him." Dean scoffed, turning and smiling in book girl's direction. "Now, get the hell out of here. I have an outstanding date with a cute brunette and you're in my way."
"Dude…fine, whatever." Sam said. Arguing with Dean was pointless and clearly dangerous to his health; and maybe, just maybe, Sam would be lucky enough that Amanda would have already gone up there and sang the damn song, or Dean would be occupied enough with getting laid--the third most important thing in the life philosophy of Dean Winchester; somewhere right after his family and kicking some demon ass--and he could make it through this night with his dignity intact.
Sam walked back over to the stage and became resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to get out of this singing thing when he saw Amanda standing by the stage talking to the DJ and clearly waiting for him to go up there and do this.
Book girl's tipsy friend had gone out to the dance floor while Dean was in the middle of his throw down so it was just him, her, and her laptop that until, just about now, her eyes had pretty much been glued to. Once Dean started to talk, she closed the laptop, and Dean was pretty sure he was doing good here. He had learned her name: Stacey. She was single, a grad student at Mississippi U; studying English Literature, she was the designated driver.
"So….Dean, do you just run around rescuing girls or was that a one time deal?"
Dean nearly laughed, she was about as close to the real truth as she could come without abandoning all her sanity.
Dean grinned, "I make time for it."
"Oh, look." Stacey pointed up on the stage, "That guy who broke up the fight is going up on stage--I love a guy who can have fun like that, not take himself so seriously."
Dean's jaw almost dropped to the ground. Sam. Sam was singing karaoke?
"Sam?"
"You know him?"
"He's my little brother."
Tiffany's, "I think we're alone now" could be clearly heard over the lively chatter of the bar. If that wasn't enough to get Dean going, Sam? She thought Sam was a guy who didn't take himself seriously? No one took themselves more seriously than Sam! He was like an angst machine, and he definitely didn't get up on stage and sing…
And then you put you're arms around me and we tumble to the ground
And then you say I think we're alone now, you take me by the arms and we tumble to the ground
"He's cute."
No. No. No. Dean thought, not cute. She did not think his little brother was cute--she was supposed to think he was cute. This was so not going as planned.
"You know, if you're half as cool as your brother, I'd go up there and sing with you."
"I am so much cooler than him." Dean said, letting the remark go as he whipped out his phone to record this moment for his later entertainment, for a time when he could enjoy it, and not be thoroughly irritated that the girl he was flirting with had said his brother was cute.
"Really?" Stacey smirked, "You wanna prove it?"
"Fine, sure. What do you want me to do?"
"Come up there and sing with me. My pick."
For maybe the third time in his entire life, Dean Winchester was speechless. He just stared at his phone, watching his brother sing-and for the love of god, dance--as her words sunk in.
"Karaoke? Sing karaoke? With you?"
"Well yeah." Stacey said with a smirk, "But if you're too much of a pussy I bet you're brother might sing with me."
Dean opened his mouth to talk but no words came out. He had a conundrum in front of him. To sing or not to sing? Hell of a lot better question than that dude in that book asked that he had to read for twelfth grade English. Dean suddenly realized that he was either going to have to make a fool of himself or--gulp--loose the bet. And damn, more importantly not get laid by one seriously hot chick.
"What song?" Dean managed to get out
"You'll do it?"
"Yes." Dean choked out, trying to remind himself of his goal.
"Lets go." Stacey grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the stage where Sam and Amanda had just finished up, and Dean was suddenly comforted by one thought--Sam didn't own a camera phone.
Sam thought that he'd had an aneurism and was suffering severe hallucinations. His brother, Dean, was on stage, singing karaoke?
It couldn't be happening, it would never happen.
"That's my roommate." Amanda commented offhandedly as she took the drink the bartender handed her.
Oh my god, Sam thought, it was happening. Dean. Dean was singing karaoke. He was saved.
"You know that guy, don't you?" she asked him.
"Yeah," Sam replied distractedly, "He's my brother."
"You guy's look alike." She noted, "You're both pretty." Amanda giggled and nearly fell off of her stool. "You're prettier than some girls Sam."
"I think you've had too much to drink." Sam told her.
"I have." she giggled. "You didn't though."
"No," Sam said somewhat distractedly as he caught sight of his brother up on stage. "Amanda, do you have a camera phone?"
"Yeah, camera and video."
"Can I use it?"
"Sure," She laughed, "I'd want to record my brother too."
"How…?" Sam wondered how she knew that was what he wanted to do.
"Youngest of four sisters." she told him, handing her phone over. "Can't pass up on a minute of teasing material."
Sam started recording with every intention of e-mailing this to his computer.
"Divinils." Stacey told the DJ. "I touch myself."
Dean looked at her with a look of sheer terror. What had he gotten into? He--was getting laid worth his?
Stacey looked at him with a grin, "You okay there Dean?"
"Oh, yeah. Bring it on."
It damn well better if he was going to get up there and sing that monstrosity of a song with her.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
A minute into having made a fool out of himself for a hundred or so people to see, it got worse. Dean spotted his brother a few feet from the stage, video phone in hand. Oh no…Dean was going to kill sam when this was over. He was thoroughly convinced his entire thing--especially him up here singing this ridiculous song--was all Sam's fault. And he'd be damned if there was going to be proof of this.
You're the one who makes me come running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you
When Sam looked up at him, gave him the thumbs up, and smirked, it took every ounce of will power that Dean had to not jump off of that stage and throttle his little brother.
"Oh…Dean." Sam couldn't hold back peals of laughter as Dean sang through the chorus of "I touch myself" and glared at him. "I'm so posting this on you tube."
What did you think? I tried really hard to make it longer because I felt bad about how short chapter three was--so review and let me know how much you loved it, or hated it, and make me happy so that I review soon, lol.
Chailyn
