I'd like to start by saying thanks to my dear friend Mayflowers123 for inspiring this fun little story. I wasn't sure I would write this and post it, but she convinced me. Sorry it took so long. We probably both forgot about it.

In case you were wondering, yes this story is like the 1965 game show "The Dating Game" with a Supernatural twist.

This will take place after mid-Season 11 (might take a little here and there after the mid-season) and it will be resurrecting some deceased characters to join in on the fun. I thought of making it interactive, like you decide what happens, but I'm not super smart. That would be like a puzzle and I don't like puzzles. I don't have the patience.

Having said that, enjoy!

The Dating Games

He sat in the audience looking at the stage. It was set up and ready to be used. There was a wall to the left, separating a quarter of the stage for the contestant and on the other side of the wall, eleven stools were put in place for the participants. The backdrop was plain, except for the giant sign splashed in red and surrounded by flashing light bulbs, reading THE DATING GAMES. The backstage was closed off and so were the exits, in case there were some runaways, but that was just a precaution.

He had everything planned out, not to the smallest details because changes could also be expected. No, he naturally foresaw some unexpected twists and turns, however he welcomed them. In the end, it was all going to work out.

Of course, he couldn't take all the credit. He had someone inspire him to create this project.

And he was sitting next to him.

"You know, I'd replace the stools with chairs. The guys are going to be up there for a while and comfort is not overrated." His partner said with a glint of mischief in his eyes and a very mischievous smile to go along with it. "And while we're at it, I'd add another chair. Make it an even dozen." He concluded and glanced over, his smile morphing into a grin.

Chuck looked at the stage and exhaled. He was about to ask why, but he had a feeling he already knew the answer to that question.

"Why another chair?" he asked and Gabriel beamed radiantly.

"If you're passing out second chances, I think I've earned a second chance, since this was all my idea." He replied and Chuck exhaled again. Yeah, this dating game show was Gabriel's idea, thinking this was genius and everyone would appreciate its beauty. Funny, the idea felt more like a mockery.

Chuck told Gabriel, who was dead but not forever gone, that he was disappointed at how things had gone in the world these last few years and that the fighting was the result of a lack of love. He wanted to give key actors a chance to find love and put aside their rage, hurt and desire for vengeance. Gabriel was smirking the whole time and then offered the idea of a dating game show. His mischievous smile betrayed him; he offered this idea because he found this to be incredibly hilarious. However he convinced Chuck by saying that they could put aside those sentiments and find love where it was always hidden; hidden behind rage, guilt, regret and a sense of the forbidden.

Despite the fact that Gabriel convinced him, looking at the stage, part of him wondered if this was the right way to go about it. Well, too little too late for that; it had to be done and the results were all that mattered.

Chuck had considered many of the actors and had personally chosen those he felt were key players in this world and, of course, selected contestants he felt could offer them the love they needed. They all crossed paths with these contestants and, he might not say this out loud, but Gabriel was right; love was hidden, waiting to be seized. Chuck could see the potential there.

Some of the participants were still alive. Some had already passed on, but that didn't diminish their importance in this world. Chuck wanted them to participate in this love game show and give them that second chance so they could choose love over hatred. He could resurrect them, all while refusing to answer to the theory that he is God. Admitting or denying wouldn't help nor would it be essential to his project.

The focus of this was love.

"All you need is love." Gabriel said, nearly singing, and Chuck glanced at him, disregarding that reference. He wondered who he could match with Gabriel if he did approve him to be the twelfth participant. Then again, of course Gabriel was going to get his way. He's more annoying dead. And Chuck didn't have to play match-maker; the contestants would decide and he'd have more than necessary.

"Fine, Gabriel, you may add another chair." Chuck said and the Archangel grinned and popped a piece of candy into his mouth. He eagerly snapped his finger and the stools morphed into chairs and another was added.

"So, when do we begin?" he asked as he rubbed his hands together. Chuck glanced at him and wasn't sure if Gabriel's excitement was genuine in regards to this quest for love. A chance to live again was likely his only goal.

"Soon." Chuck replied and looked at the stage as he mentally reviewed his contestants and participants he had selected. Part of him was so overjoyed that they'd be all together once more and he was feeling very optimistic that the results would be outstanding. Then again, tempers probably would fly and the stage could turn into a wrestling ring.

But, you know, all good things.