Supernatural One-Shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time
By Panic!atthedisco

You step up to the karaoke machine with confidence, twisting the mic cord around your wrist.

"Come on, (Y/n). Let's see what you got."

Dean claps encouragingly and then turns to his brother.

"Ten dollars says she sucks."

You clear your throat, cutting the comment short. But when you bend down to fiddle with a few knobs, Sam pulls out a ten and sets it nears Dean's.

"Deal."

Finally adjusting the karaoke machine to the best volume for you, you start the song, raking your fingers through your hair until it looks messy in a good way.

Alright, alright
It's a helluva feeling though
Who are these people

You can already see Dean's impressed face as he slaps a ten into Sam's waiting hand. Cas stands in the corner, confused but with a smile. Charlie is biting her lip to keep from yelling out encouragement.

I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should prob'ly introduce myself

You shoulda seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat

You pretend to tip an invisible party hat and wink at Charlie, who returns a blinding smile. Crowley sits at a table nearby trying to look grumpy but you can tell he's impressed.

I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as
getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five thousand people with designer drugs
Don't think I'll ever get enough

You hold your hand in front of your face, really getting into the music now. You shut your eyes and belt out the lyrics as loud as you can while still sounding good.

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke
alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying if you go on you might pass
out in a drain pipe
Oh yeah
Don't threaten me with a good time

You ignore the cheers and continue on with the song, dropping your voice back down to normal singing volume.

What are these footprints
They don't look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my
neighbor's pool
Upside down with a perfect view
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through
this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don't think I'll ever get it now

You lower your voice a little for the last line and then immediately increase your volume as the chorus blasts out of the speaker.

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke
alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying if you go on you might pass
out in a drain pipe
Oh yeah
Don't threaten me with a good time

You bring down your voice again and slightly bend your knees, shortening yourself by about a centimeter.

I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don't fall when I try
to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon
skirt
But I make these high heels work

You twist your ankle, showing off your nonexistent heels.

I've told you time and time again
I'm not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down as the sun came up
I think we've had enough

You drop the mic, wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead and smiling. At first no one says anything and you worry that maybe you weren't that great after all. But then everyone is clapping, even that sourpuss, Crowley, and you're hugging Dean and then Charlie is grabbing the mic off the ground and insisting you help her choose a song too.