The atmosphere of the bustling karaoke bar was vibrant and filled with a frenetic energy, with people singing and cheering on friends and strangers alike. The dim lighting created shadows that danced along the walls, adding a sense of intimacy to an otherwise loud and chaotic space. The air was thick with the scent of liquor and fruity cocktails, the clinking of glasses and the lively chatter of the crowd, and the sounds of the live band and the karaoke singers blending together into a lively symphony of nightlife. The dance floor in front of the stage was packed with bodies, some couples others single, busting moves to the variety of tunes that always peppered the air on karaoke night.

Your heart raced as you stepped onto the stage with your 2 friends, Quinn and Santana, the microphone gripped tightly in your hand. The crowd's attention shifted towards you, and you felt a thrill run through your body. You loved performing, loved the rush of adrenaline that came with being the center of attention. You took a deep breath and began to sing, your voice clear and powerful as it filled the room.

John watched from the back of the bar, his eyes locked on you. He couldn't believe how beautiful you looked under the stage lights, her hair shimmering and her curves accentuated by her tight clothing. He felt a stirring in his pants as he imagined what it would be like to have you in his arms, to feel your soft skin against his own.

Dean and Sam made their way through the crowd, scanning the faces for any sign of John, with information to share on the case the hunters were working.