Title: Drunken Karaoke (4/4)

Author: Anne Midnight Hunter

Beta: Nope right now

Rate: M/R

TV Series: Supernatural

Pair(s)/Characters: Gabriel/Sam (Slash)-Dean/Castiel (Established relationship), Bobby/Crowley (Established Relationship), Adam/? My OC (Eric)

Type: Slash/Humor/TWT/One-Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN. Hello, if I did, it would have started as a Wincest, and then followed by Destiel and a Sambriel. Balthazar, Gabriel, Adam would have been alive and kicking. Jesse would had been adopted by Sam and taught in how to use his powers by Gabriel. And Ben would have stayed with Dean to become a hunter. Also, Crowley and Bobby would had been an item. Also, I don't own the songs 'If I Was a Vampire' from Marilyn Manson, or 'E.T.' from Katy Perry.

Anne: FINAL CHAPTER!

Chapter 4: Turn Me On

OOooOO

"So, my payment." Begin Adam. "I told you that it was gonna work." The blond teenaged finished with a satisfied, lecherous smirk. His blue eyes sparkle at the groan the archangel gave and the proud smirk that appeared in the demon's face.

"Ahh, you have the makings to be a great demon one day." The older man wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, the movement made Adam lean a bit as the shorted man leaned against him. "Say, lad. You never wonder what you can accomplish if you turn to my side?" Crowley asked him, giving him a sexy smirk that made the boy blush and smirk back.

The demon grabbed the boy by the waist, pressing him to his body. He loved that the boy was taller than him. Adam laughed and gave the demon a kiss near his lower lip.

"I don't think De or Sammy will appreciate you trying to turn me to your side."

"Okay! As much as I like to see you pawin' the baby Milligan-Winchester, Crowley, I got a 6'4, tanned, naked beauty in my bed waitin' for me." Gabriel said, he snapped his fingers and in a flash of light a figure in a leather duster with bleached hair appeared.

"Happy now, kid?" Asked the smirking archangel.

"Bloody hell, stupid Peaches just had to touch things that he ain't supposed to touch…Eh? What the bleedin' hell? Where the fuck am I?" The enraged vampire yelled; he turned toward the three other beings in the room. His eyes widened at the powerful demon and archangel, and then his light blues eyes turn to the young blond.

"Why you want that, is beyond me, lad." Said Crowley with disgust. "But, enjoy." He and Gabriel disappeared.

"Oi! Wait a minute, Scotty! Ugh!" The bleached, English blond exclaimed. Adam gave an evil chuckle, the sound made the man twirl around. He was dressed in a red muscle shirt, tight black jeans, a pair of Doc Martins boots, and a black duster. His bleached hair was slicked back with gel and his light blue eyes were framed with black eye-liner. The man gave a frustrated grunt and glared at Adam. The young Winchester smiled and walked toward the bleached blond.

"Hi, Spike." The boy gave him an evil smile.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, startled by the handsome young man presence.

Adam gave him a sly smirked, strutted toward the man. "Hehehe, let's just say I'm gonna give you a really good time, Spike." And Adam pounce the vampire with a wicked laugh.

A few hours later, Sam and Dean entered the silent house of their father figure; laughing and joking all the way. The brothers were in an awesome mood; their worries had been put to rest, at least for a while. Both were content and relaxed in so many ways that it could almost make them forget about the apocalypse hanging at the end on the road. They closed the door and stiffened when they heard a low moan coming from the living room. They looked at each other and sprinted towards it. As they neared their destination, the soft Gothic rock of Marilyn Manson's If I Was Your Vampire came from it and the moans and groans grew louder over the music. The brothers' halted at the door way, their jaws hit the floor and a blushed covered their cheeks. Adam on his back on the floor, naked and flushed, his good arm was supporting the back of an equally naked blond fictitious vampire as he rode Adam's cock in a slow and tantalizing rhythm.

If I was your vampire,

Certain as the moon,

Instead of killing time,

We'll have each other

Until the sun.

If I was your vampire,

Death waits for no one.

Hold my hands

Across your face,

Because I think

Our time has come

"Fuck, boy. You feel so fuckin' wonderful." The vampire moaned, he elongated his fangs and sank them in the blond boy's shoulder blade, it made Adam scream and plunged harder into the body on top of his. Dean let out a girly shrike and fainted, Sam reacted, and he took Dean's legs and dragged his older brother as fast as he could ran out of the house, got in the Impala, and rushed out of there. They left the two horny blonds alone; maybe they should go to L.A. Or maybe New York, people say that it's really lovely at this time of the year. Or maybe Alaska…Just far away from the image of their baby brother and Spike going at it as a couple of horny bunnies.

OOooOO

10 years later…

A handsome dark-haired young man walked towards Strut; it was a gay karaoke bar in Nowhere, Connecticut. He was pissed off as hell, he couldn't believe his father was such a, such an asshole! And his uncle was the same! He was doing perfectly fine in that salt 'n burn job in the High School of the town. But, his father wasn't ready to let his 22 year old son take care of the "family business" on his own while the older men worked to stop a new force that threatened to destroy the world's order. A typical family activity if you asked the brunet.

Dean had thrown a fit when he learned that Ben went on his own to Connecticut, Castiel had tried to calm the human down, but he did not succeed. Sam was with Dean in this one, something that astonished the younger man.

The older brunet was always on his side when Ben tried to be more independent and this reaction didn't cross his mind at all. Adam and Spike were indifferent about it; his blond uncle told his dad that that he was acting like a paranoid, righteous, freakazoid prick and to let him, Ben, on the job, while the vampire laughed at Dean's shocked expression at been called a freakazoid. Spike was cool; he looked like Ben's age and usually acted younger than him, but sometimes acted like Grandpa Bobby. Gabriel shook his head and told them that he was going to have Jesse go over there and babysit Ben.

That made Ben growl, blush a pretty crimson (that had Spike and Gabe laugh even more), and stormed out of the motel where he had been Skyping with his twisted family. Well, it was kinda twisted. His dad, a hunter that thought he was hilarious and was more territorial than Batman; his step-dad was an angel that still didn't get sarcasm and was an avid fan of girly, vampire romance.

One of his uncles was and ex demon-blood addict that still blushed when he heard a lewd comment coming from any one of them and thought of himself as a mother-hen, that uncle's partner was an archangel-slash-Celtic demi god trickster that loved sweets and acted like a five year old if Sam didn't lavished him with the right amount of attention.

His other uncle was the immortal consort of a fictional-turned-very-real-by-a-demon-and-archangel-combine-magic vampire; he was carefree, mischievous, and flirty as hell. Same with the vampire, which he didn't care where or when he wanted his consort he will always have him no matter who was in the room. Through the years that Ben had lived with his father, he had lost count on all the times he had got an eyeful of their sexual tryst all over the house. He blushed at the memory, he admitted that the blonds were sexy as hell, and looking at them go at it like lust-filled teenagers was a turned on.

There was also his immortal grandpa and his demon lover which turned out to be the King of Hell. And the worst, his "cousin". Sam had taken under his wing the anti-Christ, Jesse Turner. Jesse was a year older than him, and he was the love of his life. Since their first encounter, Ben had been attracted to the sad blue eyes and the delicate face. After experience life with the older boy, his attraction grew as he mature. And now he knew he was completely in love with him. His smile, his laugh, his angry face, his sad face, his quick wit, his voice, his eyes, his tight body…Therefore, to have the object of his affection 'babysit' as the archangel so eloquently said was embarrassing and humiliating. So, he decided to hide in a place that Jesse wasn't going to be able to find him.

He growled under his breath and made a bee line towards the bouncer, the older man gave him a once over, smirking at the '90's grunge rocker' attired the dark haired young hunter had. A pair of faded, tight jeans, with holes in his knees, his heavy combat boots, his spiky hair, his three hops in his left ear, one in his right eyebrow, a black Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

He totally didn't fit in with the dressy, snobbish crow there. He was refreshing.

"ID, kid." Ben grumbled and showed the taller man his fake driving license. The only thing that was true there was his age; 22. The bouncer nodded and let him through, checking Ben's nice ass as the boy walked inside.

OOooOO

The club was filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke, sweat, and lust as Jesse made his way into the main room of the bar. It was Vintage Night at the club, were the DJ put old songs and the patrons could only select old songs to sing in the karaoke. Jesse smiled when he saw that it had mostly older couples there instead of the younger crowd he knew usually visited the club.

His green eyes were on the look for his black-haired friend; he knew the younger man was here, he felt his energy around the establishment. When Gabriel contacted him to go and hunt down Ben he had to control his laughter. The archangel had called him; Jesse had been in Budapest looking for an artifact Castiel was sure it would help in their current world crisis. He had put the celphone in speaker as Gabriel talked to him.

He had let a smile grace his lips as he listened to his mentor and father figure laughing and instructing him of his new mission while Sam was asking if he had been eating right, showering regularly, and brushed his teeth. Dean was raging and commanding Jesse to bring back his son so he could beat him black and blue, and cursing a laughing Spike to hell, and Adam asking him to bring him something sexy from Budapest.

Yeah, he missed his dysfunctional family.

So, he appeared in Connecticut and began his hunt on Ben, which gave him a trill to do, his demon loved the chase and was salivating for the price. He and his demon only agreed in a few things, like always protect his pack and his future mate. He had been in love with Ben since he saw him, his demon told him to claim him, but Jesse had been too young to understand the pull the raven boy had on him.

Now he did.

He made his way to the bar, and sat on a stool that a handsome black man left, Jesse gave him an appreciating glance and turned on his charm toward the barkeep. The man looked to be in his early forties, with brown hair laced with white. The man gave him a sexy smile and a flirty wink.

"Hey, sugar. The name's Eric. What can I get you, pretty eyes?" Jesse smiled at the man; he felt the sincerity in that statement. The man was naturally friendly. Jesse took out his phone, he scrolled down the pictures until he found the one he wanted and showed it to the man.

"Have you seen this young man?" He shouted over Glee's version of Lady GaGa's song Telephone. It was a picture of the tall, muscular brunet in front of Eric and of a shorter muscular, slender raven haired young man. Both had smiles and their arms around each other. The man whistled and nodded.

"Oh yeah, I saw that nummy treat here all right. He came two hours ago, complainin' about his old man bein' a pain in the rear and downin' tequila shots as if it were water! After that, he was adopted by a few older couples here. Heh, those perverts. Boy ain't barely legal and they already pouncin' on cherry flesh." The man finished and handed Jesse a bottle of water.

"Is he drunk?"

"Baby boy, that kid is so smashed that I don't think he knows his own name!" Eric told him as he prepared an Orgasm to the red-haired twink standing beside Jesse. "Is he yours? You shouldn't let a gorgeous kid out of your sight. Oh, he's there now, on the stage." Jesse looked towards the stage, he pay for his water, thanked Eric for his information, and strode towards the stage. He laughed when he saw Ben wasted beyond wasted; he was standing there with the mike in one hand and a bottle of tequila Rose in the other. He had lost his leather jacket and shirt and his usually spike hair looked messy and silky with sweat. He was looking with the DJ for a song.

The DJ laughed when Ben's out of character squeal of delight came from his full lips at the song they found. The lights dimmed more; blue, pink, and purple lights begin playing with the song. It was Katy Perry's E.T.

You're so hypnotizing

Could you be the devil?

Could you be an angel?

Your touch magnetizing

Feels like I am floating

Leaves my body glowing

They say, be afraid

You're not like the others

Futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you

As the song went, Ben gyrated his hips in a sensual way, the men in the crowd grew wild, the boy was sensual, his jeans rode low on his hips, it show a bit of the dark hair of his happy trail. He was mouthwatering, gorgeous in such a sexual way that even Jesse was hypnotize by it. Ben's rich coffee eyes found Jesse in the mass of sweaty bodies and gave a wicked smile.

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension

You open my eyes

And I'm ready to go

Lead me into the light

Kiss me, kiss me

Infect me with your love and

Fill me with your poison

Take me, take me

Wanna be a victim

Ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien

Your touch so foreign

It's supernatural

Extraterrestrial

Jesse got up into the stage and smiled at the drunken boy; Ben pressed his sweaty back against the brunet's clothed chest and began to grind his ass into the tent in those jeans. He didn't care how the brunet found him, he just wanted to be pressed up against the taller man. The spectators cheered and clapped suggesting sexual positions to the grinding couple. Jesse wrapped his hands around Ben's waist, thrusting his hips harder and groaning in the shorter man's ear.

"Fuck, you drive me wild, Benny. Wanna fuck you right here, right now." Ben whimpered he ground harder onto Jesse; he drifted the hand with the tequila bottle to his crotch, and rubbed the straining bulge there with said bottle as he kept singing.

This is transcendental

On another level

Boy, you're my lucky star

I wanna walk on your wave length

And be there when you vibrate

For you I'll risk it all

All

Kiss me, kiss me

Infect me with your love and

Fill me with your poison

Take me, ta-ta-take me

Wanna be a victim

Ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien

Your touch so foreign

It's supernatural

Extraterrestrial

When the song ended, Ben turned towards the taller man, he grabbed his face with both hands, and the mike and tequila fell to the floor with a thud, as Ben kissed Jesse with all his might. Jesse broke the kiss and nipped the raven's full bottom lip.

"Let's get out of here, Benny." And with a snapped of his fingers, both men disappeared. The crowd was stunned and Eric's screamed echoed in the death silent.

"Oh, c'mon! Not again!"

The End….

Anne: Finally! I finished the fic! I wasn't planning on bringing Ben or Jesse into this, but my muse, Paul, thought it would be awesome! Thank u so much for reading! Please Review!