Sam and Dean were on another job in a small town, practically in the middle of nowhere. They weren't exactly sure what they were dealing with just yet, but strange things had been happening in the sleepy old town they found themselves in.

Dean suggested they swing by the local bar, the only bar in the whole place in fact, to ask the locals about the strange events that were taking place. To their surprise, the bar was really nice, it even had a little stage for performers.

"I bet they don't have my type of performance." Dean joked "Dude, shut up." Sam sighed, already used to his brother's freaky jokes. They were about to start questioning people when the lights dimmer and the stage light turned on.

You walked on Stage and began singing. Sam was enchanted, he had never felt this way before, not since Jessica at least.

"Seems we're dealing with a siren the way you're drooling." Dean joked. He was only half joking, the way Sam was looking at you with so much adoration fed into his growing suspicion. "Please shut up" Sam murmured, still mesmerized. "No but seriously, Sammy, what's gotten into you?" Dean asked amused, he had never seen his little brother this whipped before.

"I mean, the singing is spectacular, damn near out of this world, but that should make you suspicious, not... Yearning, or whatever Sappy shit this is." Dean said, a little concerned now. What if you were a siren and he was the only one left unaffected? Or maybe Sammy just longed for Love or something. "I suggest we question our little singer up there right after the performance."

"Yeah... Sure" Sam murmured, keeping his eyes on you. "Maybe you're right."