Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, nor will I ever own Supernatural. I probably wont ever even meet the man who does. -sigh- Oh yeah, I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer either, which is were this crazy song in here is from, save for a few things that I've changed.
It was hard to say what evil force was causing this horrific thing to happen. But everywhere they went, everywhere all they heard was singing. The Winchester men were not meant to sing all the time; and neither were any of the people they associated with.
"We need to figure this out," Sam sighed as John perked up from a barstool.
John: I've got a theory, it's Mary's demon. He's singing us to death- and no, something isn't right there.
Jo: I've got a theory, that Ash is dreaming, and we're all stuck inside his singing, sex crazed nightmare.
Dean: I've got a theory we should work this out.
Everybody: It's getting scary, what's this creepy singing all about?
Dean: It could be vampires! Some evil vampires! Which is ridiculous, cause the last vamps that we met were gentle, and just wanted cow blood, and I'll be over here.
Sam: I've got a theory, it could be clowns!
Ellen: I've got a theo-
Sam: Clowns aren't just funny like everybody supposes! They've got those poofy clothes, and puffy, red, big noses! And what's with all the face paint? Why do they need to hide their real face, anyway? Clowns! Clowns! It must be clowns!!
(Everybody stares again)
Sam: Or maybe midgets?
Jo: I've got a theory we should work this fast.
John+Jo: Because it clearly could get serious before It's past.
Dean: I've got a theory, it doesn't matter. (Looks at Sam and John) What can't we face if we're together? What's in this bar that we can't weather? A yellow eyed demon? We've all been there. The same old ghosts. Why should we care?
Sam+Dean: What can't we do if we've got shotguns? What can't we kill with a few salt rounds? We have to try. We'll pay the sums. It's do or die.
Sam: And I've died once!
Everybody: What can't we face if we're together? What's in this bar that we can't weather? There's nothing we can't face!
Sam: Except for clowns...