Dean: Shh, shh don't say anything. Don't say another word.
Sam: Dean, what's going on?
Dean: I said shut up, Sam!
Sam: ....
Dean: ....
Sam: Why is everything we're saying coming out in song?
Dean: I don't know, man! This makes me really uncomfortable...
Sam: You think it's the angels playing a trick?
Dean: I'm gonna kick those angels in their fluffy, feathery asses!
Sam: They couldn't have at least made us in key...
Dean: Aww c'mon, this sucks. We should just never talk again. I can be mute, right?
Sam: I dunno, Dean, maybe we the point of it is that we have to sing in order to figure it out.
Dean: Huh?
Sam: Remember TV Land? The one Gabriel put us in?
Dean: Dammit.
Sam: I think that's our best bet.
Dean: Uh...okay...
Sam: You go first.
Dean: No way. You.
Sam: I got the Nut Cracker last time. This is only fair.
Dean: Shit.
Sam: The stage is yours.
Dean: I fuckin' hate you, man.
I hate singing. This is literally the most humiliating thing you coulda ever imagined.
I'm a hunter, yeah. You think you can get away with this, Gabriel? You got another thing comin', yeah.
I ain't afraid of no angels. I ain't afraid of no stupid magic spells.
I'm gonna kick your stupid angel ass. Yeah, I'm gonna kick it straight to hell.
...
Sam: I dunno, Dean, that wasn't half bad.
Dean: Shuddup.
Gabe: Hello boys! I see you're enjoying this key change.
Dean: I knew it!
Sam: Make it stop, Gabriel.
Gabe: So demanding, Sam. You're not having fun?
Sam: We're serious. How do we stop it?
Gabe: Really? You're really asking me that? After all we've been through? You've played this game before, guys. Once I feel like the album's complete, I'll bring you back out of West Side Story.
Sam: How are we gonna know when enough is enough? What if it never really ends?
We can't go on forever and you know life isn't just musical trends.
Gabe: It is in my world, Sammy, so be good and sing along.
Sam: There's got to be some way out of here.
Gabe: Keep playing my game.
Sam: It's gonna drive us insane.
Gabe: Keep singing my song.
Dean: What the hell did we do wrong?
Gabe: I think you guys are starting to get the picture. Now how about a nice dance number to go along with those sassy new chords? Dean, I can just see you in a pair of tap shoes.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
FILL: Once More With Feeling, Boys! (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-11 07:28 am (UTC)Sam: Dean???
Dean: Shh, shh don't say anything. Don't say another word.
Sam: Dean, what's going on?
Dean: I said shut up, Sam!
Sam: ....
Dean: ....
Sam: Why is everything we're saying coming out in song?
Dean: I don't know, man! This makes me really uncomfortable...
Sam: You think it's the angels playing a trick?
Dean: I'm gonna kick those angels in their fluffy, feathery asses!
Sam: They couldn't have at least made us in key...
Dean: Aww c'mon, this sucks. We should just never talk again. I can be mute, right?
Sam: I dunno, Dean, maybe we the point of it is that we have to sing in order to figure it out.
Dean: Huh?
Sam: Remember TV Land? The one Gabriel put us in?
Dean: Dammit.
Sam: I think that's our best bet.
Dean: Uh...okay...
Sam: You go first.
Dean: No way. You.
Sam: I got the Nut Cracker last time. This is only fair.
Dean: Shit.
Sam: The stage is yours.
Dean: I fuckin' hate you, man.
I hate singing. This is literally the most humiliating thing you coulda ever imagined.
I'm a hunter, yeah. You think you can get away with this, Gabriel? You got another thing comin', yeah.
I ain't afraid of no angels. I ain't afraid of no stupid magic spells.
I'm gonna kick your stupid angel ass. Yeah, I'm gonna kick it straight to hell.
...
Sam: I dunno, Dean, that wasn't half bad.
Dean: Shuddup.
Gabe: Hello boys! I see you're enjoying this key change.
Dean: I knew it!
Sam: Make it stop, Gabriel.
Gabe: So demanding, Sam. You're not having fun?
Sam: We're serious. How do we stop it?
Gabe: Really? You're really asking me that? After all we've been through? You've played this game before, guys. Once I feel like the album's complete, I'll bring you back out of West Side Story.
Sam: How are we gonna know when enough is enough? What if it never really ends?
We can't go on forever and you know life isn't just musical trends.
Gabe: It is in my world, Sammy, so be good and sing along.
Sam: There's got to be some way out of here.
Gabe: Keep playing my game.
Sam: It's gonna drive us insane.
Gabe: Keep singing my song.
Dean: What the hell did we do wrong?
Gabe: I think you guys are starting to get the picture. Now how about a nice dance number to go along with those sassy new chords? Dean, I can just see you in a pair of tap shoes.
♫