Quote for the Day: Jensen Came to My Rescue- Misha Collins

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'So…' Charlie drawled, 'you got a case?' Dean nodded, looking up from the couch were the TV blared, 'yep. Sam and Cas are off investigating it now.' Charlie frowned, stirring on her chair, 'you didn't go?' Dean shook his head, 'nah. We're going out for Karaoke when they come bac, which shouldn't be long. Wanna come?' Charlie grinned, 'sure sounds like fun. But only if I can bring All.' Dean rolled his eyes, 'I swear, you and her are attached at the hip.' Charlie flashed her best shit-eating grin, 'just like a certain Angel and Hunter I know.' Dean smirked, almost use to their not so subtle references, 'you mean Sam and Gabe?' All he got was a snort. Dean grinned to himself, Charlie zero, me one.

'I officially adore Karaoke!' Althea yelled across the bar too Dean, a drunk Charlie clinging to her arm. Dean chuckled, slinging his arm around Cas, 'I gotta agree with All there. What about you Cas? What'ya think of Karaoke?' A slight frown formed on Cas' face, 'I am unsure of its reason Dean.' The hunter laughed, loud and boisterous. 'It's Karaoke Cas! There's no point to it other than, have fun!' Cas blinked, 'I would like to have a go at this 'karaoke.'' Dean smiled triumphantly, 'go ahead. Make it a good one Cas.' The Angel nodded, heading towards the stage where Sam and Gabe had just finished the duet version of 'Love me like you do.' Dean watched with slight confusion as Althea grabbed the Ange's arm, whispering something fiercely in his ear. The Angel nodded and Althea's face lit up into a smile before putting him on the back. Cas headed towards the guy handling the music, and said something to him. The man nodded, and the sound of 'I'm an angel with a shotgun' started to play. The hunter couldn't help but grin at the choice of song, but soon found himself gapping with surprise as the Angel belted out the first line, his voice deep and rich.

'I'm an Angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,

Angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun.'

Dean could only stare at Cas his eyes wide, as the Angel locked eyes with the hunter. The Angel had the most amazing voice, deep and rich, but at the same time mellow and sweet. Dena was almost enthralled by it.

'Get out your guns, Battle Begun.

Are a saint or a sinner?'

Dean flushed red, when did the Angel even learn how to sing?

Cas smiled slightly at Dean, as he sung the next line.

'If loves a fight, then I shall die

With my heart on a trigger.'

Sam grinned broadly at Gabe, and the Trickster smirked just as widely back. 'It's love,' Sam whispered, and Gabe laughed, sending a look towards were Dean was blushing like a maniac, 'sure is.' Sam turned his attention back to where Cas was still staring at Dean.

'They say before you start a war-

You better know what you're fighting for!

Well Baby, you are all that I adore!'

Dean sunk low into his seat, feeling the eyes of everyone on him, including the fiery gaze of Cas. A few strangers were even cooing, saying things like, 'awe, how adorable. It must be nice to love someone like that.'

'If love is what you need-

A soldier I will be!'

Dean could feel is ears even turning red now, he had a feeling this was all some elaborate prank set up by Althea. Or maybe some wicked plan for him to admit his love for Cas. Not that there was any there!

'I'm an Angel with a Shotgun!

Fighting till the wars won!

I don't care if heaven won't take me back!'

Dean swallowed, realising what Cas was implying.

'I'll throw away my faith babe-

Just to keep you safe!

Don't you know you're everything I have?'

Dean rubbed at his eyes, trying to block out Cas' singing. This was not happening!

'And I-!

Wanna live just not survive... Tonight…'

Sometimes to win-

You've got to Sin-

Don't mean I'm not a believer!'

Dean shot the now chucking Sam a hot look, but his brother only flashed him a shit-eating grin in return. They were all so dead, if they ever brought this up.

'And Major Tom will sing along!

Yeah, they still say I'm a Dreamer!'

Dean buried his face in his hands, hearing the loud chuckles and sweet coos of everyone around him. 'Just kill me now!'

For the next two weeks, all any one ever talked to Dean about was the karaoke night. Even strangers would stop him in the street and say, 'I saw you and your boyfriend at karaoke the other day! Your love is so pure!' He even got an uncomfortable, yet teasing lecture from Sam the day after the Karaoke night on starring at people, and how it was rude. Dean vowed, never to go singing with them again. Ever.