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“He doesn't like Sam or I, he likes you Y/N. Plus I already sent a message that he was to meet you at the club.” Dean smugly said crossing his arms.

Your eyes closed in frustration.

“This is a strip club, you told me i’d be working.” you could already feel the usual headache from dealing with him.

“Yup, you are gonna be working that pole! You’ve done it before I don’t see why you're so upset over this man.” His usual cocky tone disappearing under the weight of your glare.

“Whether or not i’ve done it before means nothing, I don't even care about that truthfully. You should've asked, if you want Death's ring this is not going to get it. He tolerates me more than you but he isn't just going to hand that over because i looked good dancing.”

“What happened to that ‘ When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, i’ll be there for you’ crap?”  

You snapped your eyes open infuriated, of all the things he could do implying you wouldn't help him was really not the way to go.

“Did I say I wouldn't do it?”

He sputtered for a moment before you continued.

“No, I said it likely wouldn't work you asshole. Now I  have to go get prepared.”

You turned to walk away angry with him. You got as far as the door before you turned around and snapped out one last thing,

“Don't you ever imply I won't help you with something this important again Winchester, it just pisses me off.”

Then you stalked off to your room.

*******

You smiled at some random person shooting a wink their way. Dean had somehow convinced the owners of this club to let you work there for a night. The plan was to get Death's ring by distracting him with your awesome moves.

Half the night had probably passed by the time you spotted him walking in. You signaled to the other workers that he was yours and made you way over to him.

“Hey there, whats a well dressed man like you doing in a place like this?” You trailed a hand down his suit a sultry smirk in place.

“You know precisely why I’m here Y/N” he answered, oddly enough, in a mumble.

You lowered your eyes before grabbing his tie and tugging him towards a table.

“Well sir why don't you come with me and we can talk business.” You finished with a wink, your voice a purr, honestly this entire charade was overkill but you were having fun.

Reaching the table you turned him around and gently pushed him into the chair. Then you tossed your leg over him and sat in his lap, lazily dancing to the song.

“ Y/n this is completely unacceptable for a conversation about my ring.” His voice was strained and his grip on his cane even tighter.

Maybe Dean was right and this plan would work?

“You know this was all Deans doing, truthfully i would've taken you to get some delicious food.” You paused and leaned in close,

“Of course im sure im just as good as any food.” you nipped his ear playfully.

“My ring is out of the question regardless of what food you offer me. I know your plans and  I don’t have a shred of hope in it.”  his voice wavered for a moment, he was starting to enjoy the dance.

The song changed so you changed up you movements, going for something a little more bouncy to match the pop feel of the song. Your hands trailed down his arms before grabbing his hands and placing them on you.

“I figured that, how about you just enjoy yourself?”

***

A few hours passed before you felt he was sufficiently distracted to simply slip his ring off. The maneuver was risky but somehow he didn't realise until you had left his lap. You looked back a shot a wink his way as you left.

You were about a block away when you were pinned against the wall by none other than Death himself.

“So the stripper stole the ring. You know y/n I am willing to be lenient just this once, return the ring or else.”

Being pinned as you were you started to panick just a little. Ring or no ring Death was no joke so you did the first thing you could think of. You jumped up and wrapped you legs around him before leaning forward and kissing him. You felt his grip loosen in shock so you quickly used your hands to push off the wall and turn you around.

Pulling away you dropped your legs and started running. Not looking back, if you had you would've seen deaths amusement and his hand trailing his lips

.Nonetheless you started looking for Dean and cursing him, when Death caught you you were so dead. 

You rolled your eyes as your husband once again tried to get out of doing his fair share of chores.

“Love I’m just saying this could be holy water!”

“Crowley, my darling, my dearest, my king..” You turned to him voice dipping into the sickly sweet territory.

“Why would I ever keep holy water around just for you to do dishes?” The smile you had was most definitely fake and filled with annoyance.

He looked at you and, presumably, saw the annoyance hidden in your eyes and smile as he slapped on his most charming smile.

“Love of course I’m not saying you were keeping it around.” He removed the almost forgotten basket of laundry from your hip.

“Let me make it up to you.” He huskily whispered, pressing his body against yours.

It would have worked if you couldn't still see the pile of dishes over his shoulder. Two could certainly play at this game.You wrapped your arms around him and pushed your lower half into his. Letting out an obscene groan. Then playfully biting at his ear you started to walk him towards the kitchen.

“I want you to show me just how good you are with those hands while I’m sitting on this table.”

You smirked as his hands trailed down your body tantalizingly slow managing to elicit a low moan from your breathless lips. You hardened both of your resolves as your hips barely jerked towards his.

“Oh trust me Kitten..” He slipped his hand into your pants.

“I’ll show you just how good I am.” He nipped at your neck, if you couldn't see the dishes you'd gladly let him tear you apart in the most delicious way… Maybe you could reward him later?

You made up your mind, after all a reward for him could definitely be a reward for you. You pushed him gently away and turned him around.

“Well then honey show those dishes just how good  your hands are.”

“Later?” He growled pinning you to the table before you could even respond.

“I hear a lot of excuses and not a lot of the dishes being washed. You know I seem to remember you telling me you’d never make excuses to me.”

The frozen expression on his face as he struggled to come up with a non-excuse to continue what he had started was hilarious. It was almost as if you were torturing him, his cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal slowly grinding into you.

“What's the matter My King.” you purred, watching as his eyes went red. Maybe, just this once you could reward first? You smiled and leaned in to nibble his ear.

“After the dishes are done, and done to my satisfaction we can play.” When you said satisfaction his hips jutted forward just enough to make you moan out the last word.

You’d never seen him move so fast before, you almost had whiplash. Smiling to yourself as he carefully did dishes you got up and went to continue laundry. You needed to get that as close to being done as possible before he came looking for his reward.

And judging by the ache you felt down below, you were definitely ready to reward him.

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“For some reason I’m attracted to you.” a bloodied Castiel gasped out as he staggered towards you.

He and the boys had left you chained in the basement of the bunker. They claimed it was because you had been friendly with whomever  they were hunting. The only people you could even think of would be Crowley and Lucifer, who to your knowledge, were both allies.

“What happened Darling?” You tilted your head to the side, desperately yearning to reach out to the injured angle. Your arms twitched uselessly against your bonds.

“The person we were hunting turned me human.” He stumbled a step further and fell on his ass.

You looked down at his perpetually confused puppy eyes, near begging him to let you go. You strained your muscles trying to break the reinforced rope Dean had used to tie you down. Honestly tying you to a chair as if you were a prisoner was overkill, but apparently it was Cass’ idea.

“Cass, Darling, Let me out I’ll help you.”

He shook his head slowly, indicating no, as he sat in an ever expanding pool of blood.

“I’m not a per-” he stopped and started coughing, those deep chest rattling ones. Blood stained saliva dribbled from his lips as he smiled at you. Your eyes teared up at seeing him like this.

“I’m not a perfect person Y/N.  There's a lot of things I wished I didn’t do, but I’m still learning..” He trailed off as his eyes slowly closed and opened.

“CASS!?” you nearly screeched beginning to desperately try to escape.

The ropes scraping against your skin, blood slowly soaking into it. The chair was wobbling dangerously. Nearly  tipping over several times.

“Cass, love? Please answer me, I’ll make your favorite dish again I don’t care if I have to go to that expensive store!” Tears were streaming down your face.

His smiling face kept appearing in your mind's eye. His face so full of life and wonder. The chair tipped over and you landed on your nose effectively breaking it.

You ignored the slowly seeping blood, in favor of wiggling the chair closer to him. The memory of him trying to guess your favorite color when he was last human popped into your mind. He hadn’t stayed incontact with people that time, but he always made sure to stop and see you.

He had looked so happy as he shouted out blue that you smiled and asked how he knew. You hadn't seen him smile that brightly many times, and ever since you saw blue in everything. You managed to tip the chair onto its side, you winced as you felt your arm crack as the chair harshly fell onto it.

“Cass come on Love, Open those eyes.” His chest didn't move and his eyes stayed close.

Your face was covered in blood and tears, his body unmoving and bloody.

“Cass?” You whimpered out, frozen in place.

You lost track of how long you stared at him, letting the tears and blood soak your face as you whimpered out his name and your heart shattered.  Suddenly you heard footsteps, normally you’d be able to place them but you mind was in shambles.

“So that's where he went to?” Dean muttered

“Guess so, time to burn him?” Sam said in response.

The cold tone they held was enough to shock you into moving again.

“HOW ARE YOU SO CALM DAMMIT?!” You tried to look threatening but the snot and tears probably undermined that.

They gave you a dismissive look before grabbing Cass and carrying him off.

“WHO THE HELL WERE YOU HUNTING! COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARDS AND LET ME GO.”

Gone was the shock you had felt, the sadness lingered, but at the moment you wanted to find who had killed the love of your life. You wanted to shred them into ribbons. Then you wanted to go after the Winchesters, who so coldly carried him away and let him get hurt.

Your shoulders shook in suppressed rage, your face contorting into a snarl.

“Don’t worry love, I'll find whoever did this to you.” You avowed

For now you were stuck, hopefully they would come and let you go soon. Hearing footsteps you grew hopeful that they'd do just that.

Instead when you looked up at who had entered Cass stood there. Surely he wasn't really there? You had just seen him die, so who the hell was impersonating him?

“I must say I didn't expect you to take my ‘death’ so hard.” The imposter Cass said.

“You can't be the real Castiel, he would never fake his death like that.” You snarled out, fingers slipping against the rope uselessly trying to break it surreptitiously.

He blinked as if surprised. His face a perfect mirror of Cass’ confused face.

“I can assure you I am Castiel, do I need Dean and Sam to confirm?”

“Yes, plus prove you're not a shapeshifter.” Whether or not he got them it would buy you at least a couple seconds. He walked out to get them and you managed to find a loose nail.

You would've preferred something sharper but you'd work with this.

He walked back in with the boys in tow.

“Am I the real Castiel?”

“Of course man, what you think we’d really have no reaction to your death?” Dean joked

“Yup, now can I go back to the research?” Sam said distractedly.

He was waved off as Dean looked at you as if you'd lost it.

In a way you had, your trust in them was gone, the nail was near useless, and you had no clue if ‘Cass’ was really Cass.

“Let me out of the ropes, and prove your not a shifter.”

Dean pulled out a knife and causally approached you.

“Toss it here.” You snarled out.

He raised his hands in surrender and slid it towards you, eyes reflecting a bit of hurt.

You managed to grab the knife and quickly cut your bonds. One arm was most definitely broken and your nose was still lazily bleeding.

“Shifter test. Now.” The demand was quickly followed.

“Now do you believe I am Castiel?” He irritably muttered. Dean grunting in agreement before taking his leave. Casting a glance back at his knife in your hand.

“No, I don't believe you're my Cass. Because whatever the fuck that was that just happened was way out of line.” Your hand shook, you believed him but you really didn't want to.

“How was it out of line? I wanted to make sure you cared about me.”

Your mind flashed back to the arguments you had. They always revolved around things that were impossible for you to do. Most of those arguments were possibly because he just didn’t understand the limitations you had, or at least you thought so. Had those arguments just been ‘test’ of his?

“I THOUGHT YOU DIED! And if, and it's a big if, you are my Castiel you should know why that was wrong.”

His head tilted to the side and you felt your heart flutter  at the familiar action. Honestly if  this was the real Castiel you’d never forgive him.

“I can assure you I am the Castiel you are dating, i just see no problem with this test.”

Your eyes teared up again, in your heart you knew that this was Cass.

“It’s so wrong Cass, I can’t believe you’d violate my trust like that! Did you even care how that would make me feel?” You wanted to yell that, but truthfully it was more like a harsh whisper.

“I don’t see why it matters, I wouldn't act like that if you died. I don’t see how this was supposed to be any different.”

That hurt, the time you’d been Crowley's personal torture pet hadn’t even hurt as much as those words. Hell even the cage wouldn't be as soul crushing as hearing that.

“Do you even care about my feelings or hell do you care about me?”

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

“Honestly Y/N I’m an angel. We don’t feel human emotions, if i was human I would say I was attracted to you. I even believe Dean would say that those feelings would mean I wanted to do a bit of the old in and out? At least thats what he told me…” He trailed off

You dropped the knife shocked. Then you stormed past him without a word.

The Fat Friar was generally thought of as a kind and gentle ghost. No student had ever managed to anger him, which is why many would be shocked to hear him loudly arguing with Nearly headless Nick.

“I don’t care if you think young Mr.Malfoy and Mr.Potter would make a fantastic couple! Clearly Mr.Potter and Mr. Weasley would be far more suited to court each other!”

“Nonsense! My dear Sir it's obvious Mr Malfoy and Mr. Potter have some unresolved sexual tension! Plus my dear friend imagine the children they would make!”

The two had at the very least been arguing in an abandoned part of the dungeons. The Grey Lady however had been there for the past hour as they waited on their last two conspirators to arrive. Moments later a door opened and The Bloody Baron,trailed by a giggling Dumbledore, came in. He looked very unamused, Dumbledore on the other hand looked as if he had just been told to pick whatever candy from the shop he wanted.

“Shall we commence this meeting?” the baron asked

“As loath as I am to admit it we still have to wait on Hogwarts Manifestation.” the Grey Lady's annoyed voice piped in. She sent a glare towards the two arguing ghost, who had yet to notice the arrivals.

A glow built up in the room and soon a vaguely humanoid shape appeared. A deep voice came from the shape.

“The meeting can start now, the children are all sleeping.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and eagerly surrounded Hogwarts manifestation, the planning only broken by Dumbledore’s giggling.

***

The next morning as students poured into the great hall they were all greeted by Dumbledore. Some students, luckily or unluckily enough, were asked to stand beside their respective house ghost. No one dared disobey him and went easily enough to stand by them.

Soon enough he had 6 students, predominantly Gryffindors. He even amazingly enough he had even managed to get a teacher and parent to stand by the ghost.

Once everyone but the selected were seated, Dumbledore made his way to his podium.

“When I call your name please come up here. I will be calling out Two at a time. Once called those two are pairs, and they will follow each other around for the day. “

He picked up a piece of paper and cleared his throat.

“Before I call the first pair, I would like to Thank the house ghost and Hogwarts themselves for helping plan this event.  The first pair is Severus and Lucius.”

The two in question looked at each other with raised eyebrows before making their way up to Dumbledore.

“What is the meaning of this Headmaster?” Lucius sneered out.

Dumbledore deftly ignored him and slapped two bracelets on the unsuspecting men.

“The bracelets will just insure you stay together throughout the day!”

He looked back at his paper and called the next two.

“Pansy and Luna.”

Pansy scowled at the younger girl, who nearly just floated up to Dumbledore. The two got their bracelets.

“Ronald and Draco.”

The two glared at each other, if they had been alone it was likely they would be fighting. After a bit of prodding they went up.

“Harry and Neville.”

Harry smiled at the relieved Neville and pulled him up to get their bracelets.

“Thank you for participating in the first ever HOGWARTS MATCHMAKING EXTRAVAGANZA!!” Dumbledore yelled, raising his arms dramatically.

Silence greeted Dumbledore's ears, he had hoped for excited chatter or maybe clapping.

He lowered his raised arms and frowned at the shocked students.

“Well we shall see how it goes after Dinner. Classes are cancelled for the day.” He muttered, much like a kid displeased that he had not gotten his way.

***

Dumbledore looked at the four pairs. Only one had not managed to cause bodily harm to each other. Surprisingly the only one not hurt was The youngest male Weasley and the Young Malfoy.

“This was a disaster.” was all he managed.

The others looked at him in varying degrees of sheepishness.

You locked shocked eyes with Charlie. Her in game character, whom was married to yours, had just been killed.

“Charlie…?” you muttered, fully shocked by this outcome.

You were invested in this game, much like Charlie was. For you and her it might as well have been a LARP. You two had even planned out the future on how'd you raise your new adopted child, which Crowley so helpfully decided to play.

“You know I expected death from those two,” She said motioning at Sam and Dean.

“But never you. Never the good uncle, never my husband's brother.” She looked at Castiel betrayed

Castiel smirked smugly at her. He loved the game and his chance to be different with only in game consequences.

While Charlie stared down Cas, you looked to Rowena. You had somehow convinced her to play the ‘dungeon master’. One of her roles was to project exactly what was happening in the game. Currently she was happily looping the murder. It was obvious from that clip that your child had seen it happen.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, then Cas as if they were miffed by him.

“DUDE! We were going to kill them!” Dean irritatedly stated.

Then looked shocked as if he hadn't meant to say that out loud. Cas meanwhile looked far too smug. Truthfully while Cas enjoyed being able to do whatever, so long as the dice let him do it, He wasn't usually the murder type. That was far more suited to Sam, Dean was the one who advocated for saving people.

“Next time be quicker, you were the one who told me to be more ruthless.”  The mischievous smirk he now sported probably didn't bode well for the others. Luckily for yourself he had rolled a 1 on disguising who did the murder.

“Fergus you have to roll to see if you break into hysterics or stay calm.” Rowena nearly sing-sang.

Crowley glared at her, but rolled. He managed to roll a 18.

“I want to roll to tell Father 2 what happened.” Crowley said.

You looked sadly at him, unless charlie was successful and rolled a 20 on becoming a ghost, she was out of the game forever, and he wouldn't ever have to distinguish between you two.  

Rowena nodded, he rolled. It was a 20.

“Caius, Tells his still living father what happened. No detail is missed.”

The scene that was playing changed to depict Caius, Crowley's character, telling yours what happened.

“I hope everyone realises it's on now.” you said, then turning to Cas you glared.

“You especially should be happy I have to watch my child. Or you'd be dead meat already.”

Cas cocked his head to the side,

“How would I be dead meat? I am still alive..?” He muttered confused. Dean started to clue him in as Rowena turned to you, before she could speak however Crowley spoke up.

“I’m shocked feathers was so ruthless to kill Charlie's character, my father , in front of me.”

“I was not aware of your presence at the time of the murder, or I would've tried to kill you as well.”

Rowena cleared her throat, annoyed at the interruptions.

“Let's get back to the game, shall we?”

Everyone settled down, glares being freely passed around, and nodded.

“Now Y/n what do you do.”

“I hug Caius  and roll for comfort.” You roll a 20. While glaring at the other three you say.

“I lie to Caius and tell him he was mistaken, his Uncle didn't kill his Father. I hug him tighter and ease his fears before sending him to his room.”

Rowena reflected that scene before turning to charlie.

“Roll to see if you’ll come back as a ghost now.”

You and Charlie locked eyes nervously. You both had suspected that she would be killed, so you already had a plan in motion. If she failed this roll the plan would unravel. She rolled, the dice tumbled as if in slow motion, before settling on a 18. You both hugged, then you being the brave soul you were, hugged Crowley.

“Caesar successfully comes back as a ghost. However he is stuck to his house and can not leave the premises. Lysander is nonetheless ecstatic.”

With the recent murder Cas had used his last turn to go into hiding. Which meant he gave up three turns, Sam and Dean had gone into hiding 2 turns back and still couldn't go yet. So it immediately flipped back to Crowley.

“I roll to sleep peacefully.” He rolled a 3

“Caius tosses and turns in his sleep, his sleep is anything but restful. Caesar and Lysander have a conversation.”

That meant you and Charlie had to converse about what to do in front of the others, who had to pretend to not know what was going on.

“Caius needs one of us here, I can not leave you should go and avenge me.” Charlie started out.

“I love you Caesar, but how would it affect him being raised by a ghost? He has already seen you killed.” You motioned at the screen which showed your two characters conversing in a still bloody room.

Charlie grimaced.

“I roll to start cleaning.” Rowena nodded and let her roll. She got a 18, meaning you join in on the ‘chore’.

“Well we start by cleaning this up. He will be fine. You can go off and avenge me.”

“I pause and caress my husband's cheek.” The animation showed just that. You and charlie copied it to add to atmosphere.

“And what of you love? Would you be ok if I were to leave to murder my brother?”

“As long as you return safe and sound to me.” She brought he hand up to your cheek as well then leaned her forehead on yours.

“Avenge me, then return and keep this family safe.”

The animation showed your characters sharing a tender kiss, which was the only thing you and Charlie wouldn't do, mainly because you both were far to gay for that. She wasn't a guy and you weren't a girl.

The moment lasted just a second longer before you both got back to cleaning.

“What do you do?” Rowena asked

“I finish cleaning and gather my things for a journey. I plan to find and kill my brother.”

“Roll for to see what's behind the door as you leave.”  Rowena said

You looked at her oddly, but rolled nonetheless. You rolled a 5.

“Lysander gathers his equipment and kisses his husband goodbye. He sneaks into Caius’ room and soothes his slumber, then leaves. As Lysander opens the door he spots someone, whom he assumes to be Castiel, running away. He only sees enough to ascertain the direction the person went.”

You looked at Charlie and Crowley and felt determination set in. you were definitely going to try and get revenge and stay alive. They may just be ingame family, but gosh darn it you were protective of them.  

About three hours of aggressively playing later, Caius had a birthday and you briefly came home to celebrate. You had found clues that Sam and Dean, who uncreatively named their characters after themselves, were hiding Cas, and had found their location.

“Roll for luck.” Was all Rowena said as your character approached the hideout.

“Typical, let me guess if it's bad I won’t find him here.” Was all you muttered as you rolled. The dice seemed to tumble in slow motion, rocking on edge back and forth, just to tease you. You had done this countless times throughout the hours since Caesar’s demise. After one final rock it landed on 20.

“You open the door and find Sam and Dean hastily packing three suitcases. Castiel is nowhere to be seen. The boys are heavily intimidated by you angry demeanor and their stats take 2 damage across the boards.”

Sam and Dean both glared at you. This campaign had lasted for nearly 3 years, and during all of that they had been building up the secret lair. The very one that your character now stood in, the very one that was unplottable. You tossed a sweet and innocent smile their way, your eyes however betrayed the danger lying within.

“Roll for resistance boys.” Rowena stated with an unusually happy smile on her face.

They both rolled, Sam got a 1 and Dean got a 10.

Rowena then turned to you.

“Sam is unable to resist answering you, Dean can resist if you roll an intimidation under 10. Whom do you choose?”

“Dean.”

“Then roll for intimidation.”

Everyone, including Charlie, looked shocked at your choice. You were hinging on rolling an 11 at least, no matter what Sam would cave in to your demands. It was even likely he wouldn't be able to fight back because he was so intimidated by you. Dean was the real threat.

You picked up the dice and turned to Charlie, holding it out to her you asked.

“Would you kiss it for luck?”

Before she could answer Rowena interrupted.

“If Charlie rolls for luck and you roll for kisses, we can figure out the multiplier the luck will add, do you wish to do that?”

You had been joking but the chance to get a multiplier was too awesome to pass up.

“Of course!” Both you and Charlie said at the same time.

You rolled for Kisses and got a 2, Charlie rolled a 10 for luck.

“The ghost of charlie comes forth and grants you 20 times your roll, roll for intimidation.”

The roll was a guaranteed win now. Charlie kissed the dice in real life twice, adding in a

“Good luck!”  

You took the dice and rolled it, it twisted and turned as if it was a ballerina dancing to their death.  Finally it took one last dramatic bow and fell down to reveal a perfect 20. Everyone looked shocked around the table.

“Lysander’s intimidation is now at 400-” Rowena stopped and cleared her throat, still shocked.

“What would you like to do?”

“Shove Dean into a wall and ask where Castiel is.”

The animation updated to show Dean being shoved against a wall by Lysander. Animation Dean’s jeans grew slightly darker down one leg.

“You shove Dean into the wall, who is immensely intimidated.”

“I want to roll for sass back ability.” Dean butted in, clearly not impressed with the darkened spot showing up on his animation.

Rowena gives him the go ahead, he rolls a 18.

“Despite being Intimidated Dean has the incredible ability to sass Lysander exactly one and a half times. Sam has curled up in a ball ineffectively. Dean and Lysander have a conversation.”

You and Dean looked at each other, mutually agreeing that this once you won't act out what the characters are doing.

“Wheres Castiel?” You growl out. If looks could kill Dean would be long gone.

“Oh he’s here and there, probably on this planet.” Dean said back, the bite in his tone overshadowed by the sheer terror his eyes projected.

You growled back at him, suddenly standing up at the table.

“My husband is dead thanks to him. So you listen here asshat, Tell. Me. Where. My. Brother. IS.” You emphasized all of the last part, nearly screeching out the last word.

Dean gulped.

“I- I told you he’s here and-” He stopped his last chance to sass you over. The growl certainly didn't help his case.

“He- He’s in the back. I pro-promise.” Dean stuttered out.

“Lysander, having gained the information he wanted, released Dean. He then proceeded to stalk to the back of the hideout, there is only one room in which Castiel stands. Castiel is not intimidated by Lysander.”

You reseated yourself as Rowena weaved the situation. The animation showing the scene as she described it. This was it, the moment you either successfully avenged Caesar or died yourself.   Of course you could always attempt to come back as a ghost but anything less than a 20 meant you'd either fail or be stuck here.

“Castiel, Y/n roll for luck.”

You both locked eyes. He knew he couldn't cheat and he felt to strongly about the games random turn of events to even try cheating. You both rolled at the same time. He looked away first. You then looked at the dice, his was a 1 and yours was a 16, shockingly enough.

This was the first 1 that Cas had ever rolled. In fact he had never gotten below a 10 before.

“What course of action do you both take?”

“I attempt to run.” Was Cas’ response.

“I wish to attack.”

“Roll for damage.”

You rolled a 5.

“Castiel attempts to run but trips over thin air. His defense is low and his health lowers by 2 points due to the fall. Lysander takes advantage of Castiel’s moment of weakness and attacks, dealing 15 damage due to the origin of impact. Due to this Castiel loses the use of one leg and is bleeding profusely.”

The animation showed a grisly scene. You reached over and covered Crowley’s eyes, despite the fact he had probably seen worse. He irritadly pushed your hand away.

“I wish to roll for persuasion.”

Castiel reached for his dice waiting on the go ahead from Rowena.She looked confused but nodded anyway. The dice tumbled out of his hand before landing on a-

“TWO THIS ENTIRE GAME I’VE GOTTEN A TEN OR HIGHER AND NOW WHEN I’M ABOUT TO DIE I GET A TWO?” He yelled out.

You looked at the usually calm angel surprised. He took a moment and calmed down.

“What were you going to persuade for?” Rowena cautiously asked him.

“I was going to persuade him to let me live.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Very well, Castiel tries to persuade Lysander to spare him. Lysander is lost cause to him. Lysander ignores Castiels attempt at speech. Y/n roll for damage, if you get an 8 or higher you will have killed Castiel.”

“You know Cas I would say sorry but you killed my darling husband.” You smiled as you rolled. It was a 9.

“Lysander deals the final blow, Castiel is killed and Caesar is avenged. Castiel roll for revival.” Rowena stated.

He rolled, everyone held their breath in anticipation. The dice rolled as if it was a wheel of cheese going downhill, until it reached the end and stopped. He had managed to roll a 17.

“Castiel’s ghost rises but can not leave the building. Lysander what do you want to do?”

“I want to roll for swift travels and go back to my family.”

Rowena nodded and motions for you to roll. This time you got a 19.

“Lysander turns and leaves the room, he quickly walks past the boys and leaves the base. He makes it home in record time to his family. Caius is asleep. Lysander and Caesar converse.”

“Darling, I’ve returned home.” You said caressing Charlie’s cheek. You were staring into her eyes as if she was water and you were a dehydrated man.

“Love, I’m so glad your back. Is it over?”

Both of your eyes were filled with tears, both in game and out. You smiled and nodded. Your characters shared a tender kiss.

“Well Lysander and Caesar have moved on. They are happy and will be able to look after Caius. Castiel, Sam, and Dean are still at the not so secret secret bunker. And we have a starting point for next time. I am done narrating you idiots.” Rowena snapped out, before standing and leaving.

Cas had his head in his hands while Dean comforted him. Sam had already headed off to the library, you swear he had a fetish, And Charlie had left to her room to check on some other game of hers. That left you with Crowley.

“Well then, how do you feel about this session?”

“It’s nice to have both parents, now I can once again cause trouble with both of you.” He smugly stated. You chuckled along with him, before standing up.

“Well could I offer you a drink? I even managed to get Cas to take me to get some Craig.”

He smiled at you before standing and offering his arm to you.

“I would love a drink, shall we?”

You rolled your eyes and walked off to get a drink. Him following behind.

You truly enjoyed you get togethers, just not when they decide to kill your ingame family. The game is a nice way to bring everyone together and have minimal real life drama. You handed Crowley his drink and got your own before sitting down and chatting the night away.

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You rubbed your throbbing head. Maybe volunteering to accompany Gabriel on his trip to the boys had been a mistake. They had after all done nothing but bicker and threaten to kill you both.

“-nd why should we trust you?” The shorter of the two brothers growled out.

You had missed what set off this latest round of questions. Honestly maybe leaving him dead would've been better. Death by firefighter isn't that bad of a way to go.

You closed your eyes, and let out a sigh as they continued to bicker. Only to open them moments later as someone smacked the back of your head. The terrified look Gabe sported told you it hadn't been him.

“What about you sweetheart? Why should we trust you?”

You raised your eyebrow as you hastily tried to remember his name, before giving up. You had a migraine and he was not worth that effort.

“You shouldn't trust me if you're my enemy, However, we are working towards a common goal.” You paused for a moment as the big one scoffed.

“However, you two are quickly getting on my bad side. Actually you big one, you should know-”

“Know what? That it's obvious you just tag along to be in the way?”

Gabriel's eyes widened, the boys would soon learn why an archangel feared you if they kept pushing. Instead, you let a grin spread across your face, eyes hardening.

“You should know, that the mystery spot was partially my idea.” Your voice was sickly sweet.

“Well to be more accurate Gigantor the firefighter death was my idea. And hoo boy was that funny.” a chuckle escaped, as his eyes first widened in horror then hardened and filled with rage.

“And don’t just think you were wandering around looking for Gabe without our knowledge, oh no I was there. I was making it more difficult for you.”

You knew you struck a cord as his jaw started twitching. You stood and made your way towards Gabe, at this point your head was throbbing.

“Well, sugar I don’t think they'll trust us now..” Gabriel muttered You glanced at where he was looking, the boys were in a heated discussion, voices steadily growing louder.

“You know what Darlin I have a migraine I truly don’t give a damn.”

He rolled his eyes and lifted his hand to ‘cure’ your migraine, of course, his cures usually resulted in you turning into odd colors and or breaking out into random songs.

However, the sudden shouting from the boys, about whether to trust you or not, stopped him. His hand dropped back to his side almost as if he was admitting defeat, defeat of what you had no clue.

“THEY KILLED YOU, DEAN!” Gigantor screeched

The other one, Dean now that you knew, reeled back as if shocked. Then squared up and leapt back into the ring.

“I DON'T GIVE A DAMN SAM THEY COULD FUCKING HELP RIGHT NOW!”

Interesting Gigantors name was Sam, yeah you weren't ever going to use that. Normally you'd take great pleasure in the in fighting you had caused, but at the moment it was stopping you from getting rid of your headache. As the bickering continued along the same thread you grew increasingly frustrated.

“Just imagine it Sammy, we could win against the devil” Dean sharply snapped out.

Sam’s face contorted in frustration, then he vehemently shot back.

“Oh yea I can imagi-”

“OH HOW ABOUT BOTH OF YOU IMAGINE SHUTTING UP!”

They both abruptly stopped, Gabe was staring at you shocked. Normally you kept your temper quite well.

“Some of us have headaches and only came along to offer assistance. Now if you can't get over the fact we killed AND brought back your brother multiple times then sayonara jackasses.”

You grabbed Gabe's hand and let out a gruff ‘let's go’

You smirked as Gabe simultaneously healed your headache and left. You’d probably end up helping them out anyway. Although they could show some appreciation.  

Your eyes popped open, sleep evading you as a plan formulated in your mind. You even had the perfect person, well angel, to help you pull it off. He even had a plan that could easily be worked to involve yours. As a vicious smile spread across your face you climbed out of bed and got dressed. It was time to make a call.

***

“Ok so let me get this straight man, you want me to kill him with a firefighter?” Gabriels asked confusedly.

“No, well sorta? Would it help if I described it as if it was happening to you?”

He sighed but nodded nonetheless.

Your eyes went to a point over his head as you started imagining what you wanted to happen.

“Ok so imagine this, you are in a building and it’s on fire. Right?”

He cautiously nodded.

“Ok so then a firefighter comes and saves you, but then chokes you to death.”

Gabriel’s face screamed confusion, he nodded along anyway.

“Then right as you die a blob hits your eye!” You finished excitedly

“So you want him to be choked to death by a firefighter and as he dies the person spits on him?” His voice was laced with confusion, not comprehending the inherent genius of your plan.

You shook your head no and made a disgruntled noise, honestly couldn’t he just read your mind and get the picture? After a moments thought the proverbial lightbulb above your head dinged.

“ No no no no - Like, a big, sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk and you think – Yeah, okay, he’s gonna give me mouth-to-mouth – but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is he’s squeezing your throat so hard that a big wet blob of drool drips off his teeth, and just – flurp  – falls right onto your popped-out eyeball”  you finally said voice full of malice.

You honestly sounded like you were seconds away from maniacal laughter. At this point if he didn’t get it you’d just tell him to forget it. Luckily for him his eyes lit up with comprehension, his smile matching yours.

“Now that’s something I can do.”

***

Watching Sam try and fight against the other firefighters as Dean was choked to death brought massive amounts of amusement to you. You turned and high-fived Gabriel as Dean’s eye popped out and a glob of spit landed on it.

“Now that had to be traumatic enough to drive the point home.” He determinedly said.

“If it wasn’t I bet he really regrets investigating the ‘mystery spot’.” you chuckled out.

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