So, take the Winchesters and all the angels and demons who are all fighting to save the world and to kill monsters…Remove the monsters and change the purpose.

Instead, they are all fighting to WIN THE UNO TOURNAMENT. It's a big deal. There are even teams.

If you don't understand what I'm saying, just start reading. It correlates closely enough with the first few episodes of Season 1.

Enjoy!

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When Dean knocked on Sam's door, Sam knew something was wrong. Dean hadn't visited since Sam had left him and John, quit playing Uno, found himself a girlfriend.

But there Dean was. And he looked panicked.

"What is it?" Sam asked, taking a deep breath. "I already told you, I'm not going to compete—"

"It's not that," Dean replied, his eyes darting around the room and landing on where Jess was standing behind Sam. "Dad's gone, and he left us his rulebook."

"Dad's missing?" Sam clarified. He felt horrible when Dean nodded. Sam had known the other Uno teams were competitive, but abduction? It just wasn't right. "And he left us his rulebook?"

The second piece was almost more hard to comprehend than John's absence. John Winchester not only kept the standard Uno rules in his book, but ever since their mom had joined the game and lost horrifically, John had learned how to play and picked up tips along the way from other players he met.

Sam and Dean had grown up learning everything about Uno; from the rules to the strategies of their competitors. Their team only consisted of them, their dad, and a family friend named Bobby.

Some others were willing to play for their team as well, but that was only when they were in town.

And Mary (their mom), could never play again.

Rules are rules.

And if you lose, you can never compete again.

John tried his hardest to make sure that would never happen to his two sons. And he guarded his rulebook with his life.

But now he was gone, and there was just Dean and the leatherbound, slightly worn book filled with their father's spindly writing.

It was so much to take in.

"Are you going to enter, Sam?" Jess' voice was anxious. Her boyfriend had quit playing Uno before she met him, but Jess knew that if Sam decided to, he could pop himself back in the game.

But if Sam lost the game, the stakes were pretty high.

"I have to," Sam decided after studying his brother's face.

Dean couldn't compete against the other teams alone, and it was Sam's duty to back his brother up while their father was missing.

"Let's go."

…

As Dean drove Sam away in his 1967 Chevrolet Impala (or, as Dean called it, his "baby"), he filled Sam in. "I think there's a big tournament coming up. Dad left coordinates."

"Do you know who we'll be playing?" Sam asked, anxious that he wouldn't be able to win the game. It had been years since Sam quit, and he was a bit rusty.

Dean considered for a moment. "Based on the two losing Uno players, I'd say it's two of the Wendigos."

Sam shuddered. The Wendigos, named after some sort of monster, never had great strategies for playing Uno (unlike the Winchesters), but they played ruthlessly.

Sam wasn't quite sure if he was up for getting hit by too many "Plus Fours."

When they arrived at the town, Dean did some digging and finally managed to find where the Uno game was being held: a cave in the woods.

This wasn't so strange, since many Uno players didn't like spectators, besides the one mediator who made sure both teams played fairly and the game wasn't rigged.

Some teams still cheated, but Sam was confident that the Wendigos would not.

As expected, it was a tough match: Dean and Sam's brains against the Wendigos' brawn. Sam and Dean took turns playing the Uno game, and there was one close call, but by the end, the Winchesters came out victorious.

The snarling Wendigos left, feeling a sense of longing.

Since they had lost the tournament, the two Uno players were never going to be allowed to compete again.

It was a vicious game.

Driving back, Sam felt a sense of happiness. He'd forgotten the excitement of the game and the satisfaction of victory.

"Are you in?" Dean asked him when they reached Sam's dorm.

"Yeah," Sam answered, formulating what to tell Jess when she heard he was leaving Stanford to compete. "I'm in."

But stepping into the room, Sam felt more scared than he ever had in his entire life.

Jessica sat crying on the bed, a yellow-eyed man smiling triumphantly.

When Sam came in, the man bolted.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

Jess looked up, fear in her eyes. "When you were gone, that man came to the house, wearing those creepy yellow contacts. He said he played Uno with the Demons!"

Jess collapsed into sobs, and Sam held her tightly. He had heard about the Demons—a team even more ruthless than Wendigos and full of players willing to cheat and do anything it took to win—but until now, Sam had thought the Demons were just a rumor.

Jess spoke again. "I'm so sorry, Sam! He offered me to play, and I did! I lost the match. I can never play Uno again."

Sam hugged her tightly, then stood up to pack a bag. "I'm going with Dean."

Jess didn't even look up.

As Sam climbed into the Impala, Dean gave him a smile.

"Winning games, Beating teams, The Family Business," he said.

And then they were off.