Dean frowned in his sleep, turning on his side to curl up a little. Having Sam here helped him get some sleep, though visions of hell and the devil wearing his brother's face still crop up.

Tonight it was something else though. He winced against the bright lights overheard, and wondered about the rhythmic clapping coming from somewhere in the darkness. He then heard a pop-like sounding chord of music, and a loud voice announcing, "Welcome to Idol Dreamz!"

"Aw hell no," he stated bluntly and started looking for an escape before a spotlight hit him squarely in the face. Great, if he was stuck in TVland again, he'll sing but his own way dammit. None of this pop bullshit. He went to straighten his leather jacket, and then patted himself. He then stared at the polo shirt with a little angel shaped logo on the upper left, and the ...oh dude seriously? Chinos? AND loafers? He felt like throwing up right now.

"Dean Winchester, that was a cheery rendition of a Wham song. Now let's see what the judges think." Wham? As in cheesy 80s pop crap? They had to be kidding!

He turned to the judges, or rather angels apparently. Zachariah was sitting in Simon's position, Anna apparently was Paula and of course freaking Gabriel was on the end.

"Not bad, you could still go far. Work on that falsetto some more," the trickster angel commented.

Anna smiled, "I thought you sounded just wonderful. Especially during the wake me up chorus."

Somebody shoot him. Please. Oh maybe Zachariah's going to pull the trigger?

Nope, the angel just scowled, "You're still not fully singing to your potential. You really need to open up."

The host then rattled off a number for the audience to vote, and then announced that next week the contestants would be singing their favorite emo song.

Dean almost threw himself out of bed, yelling loudly, and panting a few times.