A/N: This is just a silly little random chapter that I thought up. It might be a little OOC (out of character, for those who are new to fanfiction), but I couldn't resist writing it. The song is "All You Need Is Love" by The Beatles.

VisionGurl: I love it when people speculate! But obviously, I can't answer you... you'll just have to wait and find out:)

CHAPTER SEVEN – ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE

After cleaning Mr. Gerald out of bandages and peroxide, the trio planned to get back in the Impala and continue on to the next city, wherever it might be.

"I just want to thank you again," Thomas said as they left the house. "And I was wondering… could you maybe give this to Rebecca, if you're going that way?" He handed Angela the guitar.

"Sure. Where does she live?" she asked.

"I have her address written down here," Mr. Gerald answered, handing Angela a slip of paper. "Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it," Sam said. He started towards the car, Dean and Angela in tow.

"That was a short one," Angela commented as they drove off.

"We don't always have epic adventures," Sam reminded.

"Right. Well, looks like the next stop is Minneapolis," Angela continued. "There should be a lot of paranormal activity in a place that big."

"Yeah, but we're not exactly gonna go unnoticed if we start shooting up a place in there," Dean reminded. "I don't think we should try anything in a big city unless there's some sort of New York blackout or we absolutely have to."

"Oh c'mon, where's your sense of adventure?" Angela joked. She opened the guitar case.

"Don't tell me you're taking that guitar out," Dean groaned.

"Why not?" Angela asked.

"We could've just died. Don't you think music is a little inappropriate?"

"What else is new? We almost die a lot. Cheer up, Dean. You know, you should never go to bed angry."

Dean rolled his eyes at her advice as she started strumming the guitar. Just when he'd hoped that maybe it was just going to be an instrumental, she started singing.

"There's nothing you can do that can't be done. There's nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy. Nothing you can make that can't be made. Nothing you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be in time. It's easy… everybody! All you need is love…"

By this time, Sam had joined in, too. They finished the chorus together. "All you need is love. All you need is love, love. And love is all you need. C'mon, Dean!" Sam teased.

"No…" Dean said angrily.

Sam and Angela continued with the second verse. "There's nothing you can know that isn't known. Nothing you can see that isn't shown. Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. It's easy…"

Although reluctant, Dean started to mumble along to the chorus. "All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love. And love is all you need."

"That's it, Dean!" Sam smirked.

"Shut up," Dean demanded, but they all continued to sing regardless.

"All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love. And love is all you need. Love is all you need. Love is all you need…"

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Angela shouted at the end. "Alright! Any requests?"

"Please tell me it's less than an hour until we hit Minneapolis," Dean hoped.

A/N: Hopefully you guys didn't hate that one too much lol. Next one is good, I promise!