This story is already complete; I'm just now getting around to uploading it on here. If you enjoy this, I would highly reccomend checking out some of my other Supernatural fic and it would be appreciated greatly. Anything written from here on out unless explicitly stated it's from me now has been written when I was first publishing the story. I will upload approximately one chapter a day.
I wrote this first chapter yesterday. For once, this won't be scheduled updating.
This is based off of the fallen-angel apocalypse on tumblr, started by awkward-fallen-angel. If you enjoy this fic, you'll love the stuff she posts, and you should follow her.
If you'd like to follow me, I'm Mystic-Fallen-Angel right now. I may change back to MysticMoonhigh eventually, I don't know. (NOTE FROM PRESENT DAY ME: I'm back to MysticMoonhigh)
My knowledge of gaming is based off of Dragonfable, the youtube series The Guild, and Angel Alliance, which I started playing yesterday and have found that I like. None of these are exactly like either of the games I describe. In fact, I don't know of a game that automatically matches you up with a partner.
Somebody should get on that.
Anyways, read and review and kudos, please!
Dean walked lazily through his apartment door, exhausted from a long day at the shop. He'd had to change eleven people's oil before lunch. Eleven. If you think oil changing would be interesting, you try doing the exact same thing to different cars at least ten times a day. It barely kept him sated; he wished his boss would move him up to more complicated jobs already, but he knew that Bobby was just testing him. He hired Dean on only with the knowledge that Dean wasn't going to act like he deserved special treatment.
Clearly, he had went through on his promise to treat Dean the same as (or worse than) all the other mechanics.
Of course, Bobby had been like a father to Dean since he was seven. He would get lots of flack from the other guys if he were to act like Dean were his pet. In fact, Bobby had informed Dean that they could technically take legal action against him if he let his outside relationships interfere with his work. Bobby's words, not Dean's.
Now, Dean was getting more than he bargained for. It would be worth it, though. He had finally gotten out of his desk job and into one that he actually enjoyed; fixing cars. This? This actually mattered to him. Of course, oil change after oil change wasn't what he had in mind originally, but... he'd make due. He always had.
The smell of old pizza clung to the carpet (partially Dean's fault) and mysterious stains splattered the walls (not Dean's fault) of his ran down apartment, and he flinched. He really needed to clean in here. He didn't have much to work with, but he could at least make it look a little bit presentable.
He kicked aside a towel laying in his floor, (He did have one nice thing to say- this place had amazing water pressure for being such a dump) giving a frustrated sigh. He wasn't usually this dirty, but he'd been busy lately.
Mainly because he'd discovered online gaming a year ago.
It wasn't like he was a geek or a nerd or a dork; no, he just enjoyed the occasional video game. That wasn't shameful. It was no different than halo, except... More roleplaying, it took place on the computer, and you had more interactions with other players. He'd quickly climbed to the top of the brackets in several gaming hotspots, and his name was getting pretty big. Well, in roleplay gaming, that is.
He slumped down in the chair and grabbed his laptop, plugging in the cord immediately. It had a crap charger and the battery didn't hold, and Dean would be damned if it quit on him while he was about to defeat some evil sons a bitches again.
Last time, he'd lost the battle miserably. He hadn't been able to do anything other than clumsily reach for his charger as the troll had slaughtered him while his screen was black.
It had been humiliating.
He signed onto his typical game, and he was enthusiastically greeted by his guild mates.
"Hey there stud muffin." Jo greeted. Well, her screen name was "the-Joster", but she had regretfully informed the guild one night that she had picked out the name when she was eight. She had been playing the game for nine years; the youngest of them, seventeen. Dean himself was ten years older than her; twenty seven.
"Hey there Jo. What's happening?" He asked. He teleported to where the rest of them stood, and he found that he didn't recognize the terrain. Clearly, he had missed something important.
"Ash hacked the game and got us to the level that's not been released yet." She announced. Dean's fingers stopped moving over the keypad.
"Couldn't our accounts get suspended for that?" He questioned. Jo and Ash laughed together over the other end, slowly dying off as it faded into snickers. Dean slashed as he saw something come at him; he was a human fighter, and therefore the first in line to fight in any altercation.
"Honey, clearly you've not been at this long. You've come a long way in skills in the past year, but you don't know our etiquette." Jo stated. Dean was listening, but he was also trying to kill the zombie that had just wandered its way into his sight. "They don't usually ban you for getting the new levels, as long as you keep it in the guild. Not to mention that Ash could just unban all of us if they did."
"Good. Hey, if they did ban our accounts, would somebody else be able to get our screen names? There are lots of people in this game who'd love to have people think they were as good as us." Dean said. He meant it; their guild was small with only four people (Charlie had to work late today), but he was fiercly proud of them and everything they had accomplished. Doors swung open for him, if only virtually.
Opportunities online were so much easier to come by.
Dean slashed again, finally decapitating the dang thing. Unfortunately, he turned around to see Ash and Jo getting swamped by zombies. Well, that would explain why the mic went dead.
He charged forward, swinging his blade at the mighty beasts. He cut one off of Jo, and she immediately turned and shot a spell at the one advancing behind it. Ash had somehow managed to fight his way out of the choke hold the zombie had had on him. He shot a couple of fireballs at it, and then fell back, waiting for his big lightning attack to charge up. While Dean's blade was enchanted, he hadn't really seen the appeal in learning to use magic. Sure, it came in handy in a fight, but they already had two magic users on the team, and Charlie was their healer. What they really needed (why they found Dean in the first place) was a fighter.
So, a fighter Dean would be. Saving his companions, hunting things, that was the Guild Business.
Of course, he'd earned his rightful spot alongside them. When the gaming group had found out that they were going to form a guild, with three of the top players, they had eagerly hosted a tournament to see who would be the most noble fighter to join them. There were thousands of people in the tournament, but it was Dean's day off and he'd been bored. Killing person after person had been fun as hell.
Out of it, he'd gotten three of the best friends he could ever hope for.
He slashed more at the wall of zombies, fighting hard for their freedom. He hit at wave after wave, slashing skull after skull. He took out easily as much as the other members, even without the use of magical assistance. This was what he lived for. It had really helped him through when he had that desk job.
Finally, they subsided, leaving the path clear. Dean charged forward into the unexplored land, and Ash and Jo followed right behind him.
"No, they can't do that." Jo finally answered. It took Dean a minute to remember what he had asked her in the first place, and he nodded when he finally had, forgetting again that they couldn't actually see him.
"So our user names would be safe?" He asked. He looked fondly down at his own, simply, "TheHunter". Ash's screen name was ashes-to-ashes, and Jo's has, of course, already been gone over. She probably wouldn't mind all too much if someone else took her user name.
"Yeah. If not, it would be mayhem." She said. All conversation ceased again as they took on another wave of zombies, Jo almost dying in the process.
"Whoa, they're really amping up their game!" Jo exclaimed. Dean heard a whoosh through the microphone that he assumed was Jo pumping her fist in the air in triumph, "I was so sick of the small fries they were sending us. I mean, a dwarf isn't as hard to take down as you'd think. Not to mention that I'd had quite enough dragons."
"Hey, the dragons are cool." Dean defended. He could almost hear Jo rolling her eyes at him.
"Yeah yeah yeah, save it for the dungeons. This is an above ground level; and I for one am sick of taking on the same thing over and over again. This right here is what I find interesting." She said, taking another zombie down. Dean chuckled, reaching up briefly to adjust his headphones.
Half an hour later, they were standing at the boss level. Jo had to be revived twice, (Charlie had finally signed on, thank god) and Ash once. Dean was down to half health, and it was getting bad.
"Alright guys, you wanna handle this later?" Jo asked. Dean gave a sigh.
"I guess, if you guys want to." He said. Really, though, he didn't want to. It was only six thirty, and he didn't think he could entertain himself for the three and a half hours he had before he would be able to fall asleep. There was nothing good on television, and he really wasn't in the mood for watching porn right now. Of course, he had to be understanding. Not everyone could have the relaxed lifestyle he did after work.
Of course, "relaxed lifestyle" was Dean's way of denying to himself the fact that he was in desperate need of some friends. He had been becoming more and more socially cut off ever since he graduated high school, and now the only interaction he got was with his brother and his coworkers. Not that he had anything against his coworkers, of course, but he needed to get out with somebody who he wasn't forced to spend the day with either way. He hadn't had a date in over two years, and his brother was starting to hound him about social interaction. He loved his brother to death, but it was annoying as hell.
"I have to go. I'll see you." Ash said, logging off.
"Bye, guys." Charlie said, following his lead.
"Later losers." Jo said. Suddenly, Dean was alone.
He stared at the screen for a couple of seconds before he gave a deep sigh, pressing his own log off button. He was reaching for the remote, hoping to do some channel surfing or find Doctor Sexy MD, when he noticed something odd. Looking down at his computer, he saw that there was a small one next to his email icon.
He almost never got an email, unless it was news from the site. His stomach dropped to his feet. Oh god, what if they had caught them and were going to suspend all of their accounts?
He nervously clicked on the icon, praying that his suspicions were incorrect.
"Congradulations, TheHunter. You have been selected to beta a new game we like to call "Angel/Demon Alliance"! You'll slay the Supernatural, battle the forces of evil, all while allying yourself with other players from around the globe. We've selected one hundred prime players to help us detect bugs, fix problems, and generally enhance game play. Of course, if you find yourself inclined to help, we'll reward you by rembersing you for your time. You'll be paid $400-$800 dollars at the end of the six month beta period, mailed to your residence." The letter read.
Dean stared at it in shock. Well, maybe it's a scam? He thought, frowning. He spotted the official logo of the makers of the game he played with Jo and Ash, though, and he knew that it wasn't. He wondered; were the others getting the same offer as him?
Well, maybe it still was a virus? He glanced at the time, remembering how much free time he had tonight. Yeah, it could be a virus, but he had antivirus on his computer, and a lot of free time to kill. And it may not be the most productive way to earn money, but he needed the cash.
In a split decision, he clicked the link. He watched as the game slowly loaded, and then flinched as the ominous music started blaring through his headphones. He reached forward and turned down the volume, and when he turned back, the screen had morphed into a basic information fill out sheet. Dean dutifully filled in all of the information, giving a fake phone number and his PO box rather than his actual address.
Then, it took him to the next page, where he had to customize his character. The very first thing that popped up was, "Please choose your race" in bold letters. He looked between the two options. Fallen angels, or rising demons. That was odd, wasn't it usually the other way around?
He shrugged, clicking on the second option. It brought up a character page, with tons of cool weaponry and wing designs. He went for some cool dragon wings that reminded him of leather that had been worn and torn, and a dog collar around his neck. Hey, might as well go for sexy, right? After all, he was no angel. Hehe, that was good. He should use that one.
Then again, that was probably one of those things that sounded a lot better in your head than it did out loud.
After he finished customizing his horns, he continued on to the next page, choosing his character name. He put in simply, "Hunter", deciding to drop the "the" for this. The only reason he'd added it in the other game was because just plain hunter was already taken. If he was part of the beta in this game, he could assume he would have his pick of any username he wanted.
The game continued, though he noticed that it had tagged on "-rising-demon" to his user name, so it would read "hunter-rising-demon". He supposed he was cool with that; the rising demons did sound pretty cool.
Finally, he was done filling out the information, so the opening could start. "Waiting for angel, please be patient" flashed across the screen, and he frowned. He wondered if that was what it displayed every time it was loading, or if it was only for this particular screen.
Maybe they had designed an in-game angel friend to go along with the people who chose demons, like a virtual pet to help you out in battles and stuff? That sounded pretty cool.
Finally, the screen went dark. A tearful girl with large breasts and too much skin showing came on the screen, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, you have to help us. My name's Arya, and I'm an angel who's been taken captive by the werewolves. There are demons here, too. I know it will be difficult, but you two have to unite to help save us! Please, if you don't get here soon, they're going to kill all of us! Angel and demon must walk hand in hand for the betterment of both species." She announced. Words popped up on the screen again.
"You have been assigned to an angel. This is a real, active online player, like yourself. His screen name is "Blue-Eyed-Fallen-Angel", and you'll have to work with him to complete your missions. You'll need to work out hours when you can play together; unless you're assigned single missions for game play, you won't be allowed to progress in the game without the other online, helping you battle. We're connecting your speakers now." Dean's eyebrow raised.
Well then, this just got a hell of a lot more interesting. Knowing the people who picked angels, he could have gotten assigned a slamin' hot chick. Though having to work around each other's schedules would certainly suck, Dean found he was open to the idea of a partner permanently. Playing games alone could get lonely and boring.
He clicked the arrow to go to the next screen. It gave him a loading sign for a few moments, and he reached up to grab a swig of a beer that had been sitting on the table. He made a face; it had probably been out for awhile. Reminding himself never to do that again, he turned back to the computer.
"Talk to your angel!" flashed across the screen. Dean cleared his throat, making sure his voice was low and seductive for whatever beauty he'd been paired up with.
"Well hello there, angel. Can I ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He flirted, smirking. There was a pause on the other end, and he wondered briefly if the internet had gone out. He checked the connection in the corner of the screen, seeing that it was indeed strong.
"Did it hurt you when you broke through the earth's crust ascending from hell?"