Sam and Dean entered their hotel room.
"Well, taking down that witch was easy. I mean who advertises himself like that. It's like putting a big neon sign on your head saying witch here, come and kill me." Dean says tossing his bag on his bed.
Sam sets his bag next to the table "I just don't get why making other people's wishes come true and then killing them?"
Dean shrugs his shoulders. "Who cares? Another one bites the dust." He says trying to make a joke, but Sam wasn't impressed. He rolls his eyes and opens the fridge. "We're out of beer. I'll go get some. You want anything?"
"Pie!"
"Why did I even ask?"
He goes out of the motel room. He was about to cross the street to go into the store, but he had a strange feeling, feeling he was being watched. He looks around and after making sure there is no one there he goes into the store.
The store was empty. Only one there was a kid chewing his gum loud and listening to even loader music on his head phones.
Sam picks up a basket and goes to the fridge. He pulls out a six pack, takes some chips and some protein bars and goes to the register. He wanted to ask the kid for the pie in the display case behind him, but he couldn't get his attention. He tried for five minutes calling him and waving his hand in front of him, and he was getting annoyed. Finally the kid sees him. He gets up and sums up the contents of the basket.
"That would be 7,89." He says still not taking off his headphones.
"Can I have the pie too, please?" Sam asks but the kid couldn't hear him. Sam tries to point to the pie, but the kids eyes were somewhere far from here. Sam got really pissed. He grabs the kid's headphones and pulls them out, shouting at him.
"Listen, kid... – and then starts singing -
... What you want, baby, I got it
What you need, do you know I got it?
All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you get home
I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care, TCB, oh." (Aretha Franklin - Respect)
Finally he was able to stop singing by putting his hand on his mouth. What the hell?
The kid stared at him confused. Sam quickly dropped some money on the counter, took the beer and ran out. He runs back into the motel room, still holding his hand on his mouth. Dean takes the bag out of his hands, not noticing what he is doing and opens it.
"You forgot the pie? Again?"
Sam slowly removes his hand. The singing has stopped. Worried he might start up again, he tried to explain to Dean what happened. He pointed at his mouth, but Dean wasn't looking at him. He takes a piece of paper and writes something down and hands it to Dean. Dean takes the paper, frowns and looks at Sam "You are under a spell? What kind? Who put you under?"
"The witch, who else?...
...I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do
HE TOLD ME:
Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang" (The witch doctor – Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah)
Sam put the hand back on his mouth. Dean first looks at him with WTF face, but then bursts out laughing. He laughed for good ten minutes, holding his stomach, and then finally toned down. He comes to Sam, puts a hand to his shoulder and says with a smile "Finally something funny happened to you."
Then he felt a little jolt in his hand and he quickly backs his hand away.
"What's going on?...
...And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah
I said hey, what's going on?
And I say, hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah
I said hey, what's going on?" (4 Non Blondes – What's up)
Dean too shuts his mouth with his hand. He turns to Sam and sees him barely holding in a laugh. He frowns at him and then points at his hand and Sam's shoulder. Sam understood and nodded. Dean takes another paper and writes "Spell is transferred by a touch." Sam nods and writes on it "Call Rowena?" Dean nods and takes out his phone. He puts the call on speaker, and just before Rowena is about to answer he remembers he can't tell her anything without singing. But it was too late.
"Hello?" she answers the call. Dean was trying to think what to do, what to say.
"Hello?"
"Ok, I'm hanging up now..."
"Wait, help!...
... (Help!) I need somebody
(Help!) Not just anybody
(Help!) You know I need someone
(Help!)
When I was younger so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me? " (Beatles - Help )
"Seriously, Dean? Did you just drunk dial me?" She says and hangs up.
He frowns at the phone, picks it up and texts Rowena "Me and Sam are under a spell. Can't stop singing."
Seconds later the phone starts ringing. He picks up.
"Dean? – Rowena says – are you serious?"
Dean rolls his eyes and sighs. He starts
"I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me – and Sam continues -
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity." (Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody)
"Ough, boy. This is some big time spell work. I suppose you killed the witch and there is no hex bag?"
Sam pushes a number on the phone sending a tone.
"Ok, well, I am going to need some time to figure this out. Hang thigh boys."
Cass stood next to Rowena as she hangs up.
"What is it?"
"Some really big powerful spell. I have never heard anything like this. Well, at least it's always something interesting with these boys. Hey, where are you going?"
Cass was at the door. "I am going to find them."
Sam and Dean were stranded in their motel room. Sam was on his laptop as usual, trying to find something that would break the curse. Dean was chilling on the bed watching TV. Hours passed by and still no word from Rowena. Dean decided to text her.
"Any luck on the reversal spell?"
"Not yet. Still working on it. But I wouldn't get my hopes up, this is not just a curse." She replied
"What do you mean?" he texted back
"I have heard about full singing or full dancing curses that make you sing or dance to death, a nonstop curse. But this one is different. You have a bit of a control over your singing."
"That's a good thing, right?"
"No, it means that is not any of the curses I have ever seen or heard about. I am trying to find anything on this, but I am running out of places to look."
Dean got really mad and tossed his phone on the other side of the room. Sam looked at him. In his usual way Dean says "Son of a bitch – and continues singing –
...Give me a drink,
One more night, this can't be me,
Son of a bitch, if I can't get clean.
I'm gonna drink my life away..." (Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B.)
Sam couldn't stop laughing. He writes something on a piece of paper and pulls it up "R'n'B, really? But I suits you."
Dean frowns at him and picks up his jacket. Sam quickly writes something "Where U going?" Dean points at the empty bottles of beer around and signals with his hands he needs more.
Sam was a bit worried about him. Dean had a drinking problem and he just wouldn't face it. Sam slips out "Dean... – and continues into another song –
You better think
Think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think
Let your mind go, let yourself be free
You need me
And I need you
Without each other
There ain't nothing neither can do" (Aretha Franklin - Think)
Now it was Dean's turn to laugh. He laughed so hard he forgot about the curse and said "Ough, Sam, you must have been a fat black lady in your past life."
But he didn't break into song. Sam noticed this looking at him and frowning and then wrote down "You didn't sing just now."
Dean finally stops laughing and reads it. He smiles "Must be wearing off. This is great news. Finally some freedom –
All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
I won't let you down, freedom
I will not give you up, freedom
Gotta have some faith in the sound
You got to give what you take
It's the one good thing that I've got, freedom
I won't let you down, freedom
So please don't give me up, freedom
Cause I would really, really love to stick around" (George Michael - Freedom)
Dean stomps his feet and knocks over a chair in furry. But Sam wasn't laughing this time. Something was definitely off about this curse. Then there was a knock on the door. Dean looks through the peep hole and opens the door. It was Cass.
"I heard about what happened. I got here as soon as I could." Cass said looking around the room. There was something strange. A strange feeling, Cass couldn't make out what it was. He ignores it and goes to set his hand on Dean's shoulder, for comfort. But Dean shouts
"STOP! Hammer time... Can't touch this...
My, my, my my music hits me so hard
Makes me say, "Oh my Lord"
Thank you for blessin' me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
It feels good, when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch" (MC Hammer – U can't touch this)
Sam was laughing again, Dean was pissed and Cass just stood there confused. But he backed away his hand. Sam writes down "Anything new in the bunker?"
Cass turns to him and reads the paper. He replies "Ough, yes... – and continues reciting -
... Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends
So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" (Janis Joplin – Mercedes Benz)