Two chapters in one day.. Again! Hope you know how lucky you all are! :) xx

Warnings: None that I know of? idek these characters just sort of go their own way and I'm more of a chaperone that they keep ditching.

Disclaimer: manipulations of lyrics, some quotes from the shows, and Twiddleston.

~8~

Sam awoke with the bitter taste of what must have been the demonic lovechild of sulfur and ass coating his tongue, and his mind had enough coherency to know that everything was seriously wrong with that sentence. A dry cough clawed its way from his throat and he hazily reached for the water he always kept by his nightstand.

Except it wasn't there. The glass or the nightstand.

Shooting up from the metal slab he was lying on, he took mental inventory of the room: decay, wood and metal, and so not the place that Lucifer's vessel should be finding himself in right now.

He leapt from the table then stumbled back a few steps clutching his head. Whatever mojo that demon had used on him, he hoped it never ever happened again. It was like that time Dean convinced him to go for just one more shot, come on Sammy. For a moment, Sam actually hoped that was the case. And didn't that just show his desperation.

But, you know the Winchester luck. Or, more accurately the complete lack there of.

Sam opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of three average demons and what could only be the thing responsible for all the Glee mania going on. He was tall, well the poor bastard he'd commandeered was, with skin like dark chocolate, eyes a disturbingly hypnotic swirl of fluorescent yellow and electric blue, and clad in a fine tailored three-piece suit.

The guy honestly looked like he'd just walked off the set of a Westwood commercial.

From seemingly nowhere, a suave jazz began to play, all blues piano, soft and shivering drums to the beat of his heart, and the smooth crooning of a saxophone.

(Here we enter Bizzaroland. Enjoy)

Why'd you wanna run away,

Don't you like my style?

The demon ran a hand down his side with a nice soft shoe slide closer to Sam.

Why don't you come and play,

I guarantee a great big smile!

Sam could only stare in horror and a kind of morbid fascination as the demon pulled his mouth off his face, showed it's smile to Sam, and put it back on.

I'm the heart of swing,

I'm the twist and shout.

The guy was like a bizarre mix of Will Smith, Elvis, and Patrick Swayze. Sam felt himself pulled by the invisible current of the demon's charisma.

When you gotta sing,

When you gotta let it out.

I come a-runnin',

I turn the music on - I bring the fun in,

Now where partying - that's what it's all about.

He pulled off a nice MJ twist, pulled a hat out of nowhere, flipped it up his arm, and lowered it over his forehead. Sam could just see his pupil-less eyes as they stared up at him beneath thick lashes and the hats brim with something akin to a cat looking at a mouse between its paws.

'Cause I know what you feel boy,

I know just what you feel boy.

Sam balked at that. The demon winked then continued.

All these melodies,

They go on too long.

Then that energy,

Starts to come on way too strong!

One of his minions, seemingly out of thin air, brought forward what looked like a banker dancing a furious tap.

All those hearts laid open - that must sting,

Plus some customers just start combusting.

Smoke had begun to rise off the banker, and before Sam could even think of how to help, flames licked their way outward from his chest until the rolling tongues consumed him.

That's the penalty,

When life is but a song!

The charred corpse vanished, leaving behind the scorched silhouette on the floor and the all-too-familiar stench that never ceased to sting Sam's nose. He tried to swallow the bile that had risen in his throat.

I came down and doomed this town,

So when we say goodbye?

Back we will go to my kingdom below,

And you will be my guy.

'Cause I know what you feel, boy.

Panic, sheer bloody panic flashed through Sam, and he chimed in too, unconsciously jazz-hands-ing the demon in his attempt to convey all the nopes.

No you see,

You and me,

Wouldn't be very legal

Sam visibly gulped as the demon leered closer, and I make it real, boy.

Sam coughed and shook his head vigorously.

What I mean,

Me and Dean,

We just don't deal with evil.

The demon gave him a really look and an ironic smile before he threw his head back and tapped his foot to the deep bass beat.

I can bring whole cities to ruin,

And still have time to get a soft shoe in.

Sam shifted ever so slightly and pointed his thumbs at the door.

Well that's great,

But I'm late,

And right now he's not my fan.

The demon circled closer, cutting off Sam's escape route, and kept the beat with his, Sam had to admit, rather talented tapping feet.

Somethin's cooking - I'm at the griddle,

I bought Nero his very first fiddle!

Sam's face scrunched in consternation. He may as well just come out with it.

He'll get pissed,

If I'm missed,

See my bro's the Righteous Man.

The demon stuttered to a stop, the music vanished with a snap, and a slow smile spread across his face. Sam internally groaned.

"You," he pointed to one of the henchman, "fetch the brother. Give him the one ultimatum he can't refuse." He turned back to Sam and pulled him towards him with his demonic power. Sam shuddered as he ran a single scorched and gnarled finger down his cheek.

Now were partying,

That's what it's all about.

With a flourish and a sizzle, the lights flickered, and the demon's jazz number finished with one final lonesome sax note and a Supersized Sam Sigh.

~8~

There's the sound of wings, the gust of air, but no 'hello' as usual Dean thinks bitterly, just "Robert, your abode reeks of the scent of demon."

Bobby snorted, "sure it's not our resident King-of-Hell-wannabe over there?"

Crowley's head shot up from where he had been studiously playing Angry Birds. "Hey!"

Castiel actually rolled his eyes. "No, it is less repugnant."

Crowley glowered at him before stating flatly, "Well, this place probably always smells of demon lately, worry about it later. Anyway, looks like you got something other than that stick up your feathery behind, so spit it out."

Castiel acted as if Crowley hadn't spoken (everyone else usually did anyway.) "Yes, I have matters of great import that I must discuss with you. Earlier, we were concerned with consequences of the extemporary singing and dancing – and I believe I have found it." Castiel moved further into the room, wrinkled his nose slightly, and continued on, "your local authorities have found several human bodies that appear to have been burned in a fire, yet no fires have been reported."

Bobby frowned and turned to Dean, "didn't you boys mention something about that earlier? Bodies being burnt up? Somebody or something set people on fire?" Glancing around he continued, "And just where has that brother of yours got to anyway?"

Dean's frown, if possible, seemed to deepen, and for a moment he looked every bit of his 70 odd years.

"I don't know. One more verse of our little ditty and I would've been looking for a gas can." Crowley's muttering went mostly unheard, except for a glare from Bobby, to which he maturely replied with sticking out his tongue.

"These were no ordinary fires or remains. The origin of these fires resided within the corpse." To the silence and raised eyebrows that met his words, Castiel clarified, "they spontaneously combusted."

Dean, pointedly not looking at Cas, said, "okay, but we're sure that the things are related: the singing and dancing, and burning and dying."

Castiel winced, barely, but Dean caught it, because no matter what was between them, they always saw, even if they weren't quite sure what it was they saw. It was all very confusing. "Yes."

Before anyone could say anything else, there was another flap of wings, and there stood Gabriel, demon in tow. The archangel snapped his fingers and the demon teleported to the middle of the room so that he was not only surrounded by Cas, Dean, Bobby, Crowley, and Gabriel, but beneath a devil's trap as well.

"Found him wandering around. Apparently they've been learning new tricks down in the pit!" He turned to the demon he had grasped by the scruff of the neck, "But that's all they are, just tricks, and I would know. Merely low level temporal shifts. You got nothing on me baby." Apparently realising he was still in a room of people, Gabriel turned his attention back to its current occupants and said, "Was gonna smite him, but said he had a message for the Righteous Man."

Suddenly the air split with the sudden swell of music: violins, cellos, flutes, harps, snare drums, and more–

"We have Samuel Winchester. Dean Winchester must come to get him from warehouse 39 at the end of town alone or Samuel will be taken to Hell with my master and most likely die." The demon stated flatly.

It was all quite anti-climatic.

"Sam's in trouble?" Dean sighed. "Must be a Tuesday."

Gabriel grinned like the Cheshire Cat, "nope, because then you'd be dead."

"So, what?" Crowley scoffed, "Tweedledee gets moose-napped and you morons are all too busy to notice? How is that even possible? The guy's a blooming Sasquatch and you're all practically joined at the hip!"

"You watch your tongue demon breath or I'll wash your mouth out with salt." Dean pointed menacingly at Crowley, who rolled his eyes.

The messenger demon heaved a long-suffering sigh worthy of Les Miserables. "So, you'll be there then. Can I go now?" Like some petulant demonic adolescent, he examined his nails then leveled a thoroughly bored stare at Dean.

"Sure," Gabriel said, while he cracked the devil's trap. The others looked on with expressions of varying degrees of confusion and anger. However, just as the demon began to whistle while he walked, Gabe reached for his forehead and beamed, "Loki'd!" as he burned the demon and its vessel to cinders.

With a grimace, Bobby noted wryly, "We need a plan."

~8~

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