The lively noise of the bar enveloped you as you sat at a table in the back with Sam and Dean. The adrenaline from the recent hunt still buzzed in the air, leaving a palpable sense of relief and camaraderie that began to wash away the day’s tension.

"Who knew hunting a shapeshifter could be so exhausting? But look at us—together like this!" Dean exclaimed, raising his beer with a grin that lit up his face. His enthusiasm was infectious. "You know what I need? A strong drink and a killer show."

Sam, wearing a tired but amused smile, turned his gaze toward Dean, fully aware that his brother’s idea of a good time often ended with him less than sober.

"A show? You mean your infamous 'karaoke extravaganza'? That never ends well, bro..." Sam teased, shaking his head.

“Come on! Just because you can’t handle the fact that I’m the star of the stage.” Dean shot back, a playful glint in his eyes as he winked at you. “You’re going to back me up, right? Tell Sam I’m amazing!”