Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did.
Just a little fic set in the Gaming AU. Hopefully you'll enjoy this.
"We need a fourth."
That was not what anyone in Team Free WIn wanted to hear, but someone had to say it, and Castiel, the very master of stating-the-obvious himself, drew the short straw, like always. It only ever really sunk in when Cas said it, because until then they could all sort of pretend they were misreading it.
"They're doing this on purpose!" Dean exploded, shooting off the sofa, only Sam's quick dive saved deans already battered laptop another hard landing on the floor.
"Dean." Castiel said reprovingly. He put great stock in the moderators of their most played mmorpg, Supernatural, and found Dean's insistence that they were all out to get them to be unfair.
"Come on!" Dean snapped. "You know 'KIng_of_Hell' has had it out for us since we stole his Soul Stealer during the Apocalypse campaign. And need I remind you about that dick Zacaraiah?" Castiel winched a little at that. Zacaraiah was always looking for any reason to take levels off Castiel's Angel character since he had taken on one of his little pet players in a one on one match and won, which had been pretty damn awesome given Cas had been over twenty levels weaker.
"Dean. I don't think they make up rules like this just to annoy us. There are plenty of other three man teams in the game who will have to find an additional player." Castiel said reasonably.
"Except that no one will join us? They'll expect us to split up."
Which was true, newbies tended to avoid them because of rumours of their less than preservationary tactics, they'd all thrown themselves to the wolves more than once, and while their record spoke for them, they were the best, even when their suicidal play left them tens of levels below their opponents. And the expirenanced gamers only ever seemed to want one of them, which was never going to happen. They'd been a solid trio since the Winchesters had picked up newbie Cas when he'd been left to fend for himself on one of the campaigns by his dick friends (who coincidently were always trying to convince him to rejoin them again)
"We could always ask 'Archangel_of_Justice'." Sam suggested finally, drawing the attention of his brother, and Cas made a sound that could have been agreement over the headphones.
Not even Dean had a bad thing about Archangel_of_Justice, he, or she, was one of the four main moderators and th fairest on the whole server, like the other mods Archangel had an avatar in one of the towns in game, he rarely left the courthouse, and was one of the keepers of a rare artefact players could try and take during campaigns. The Big Four, as they were known, did not play, they had the highest levels in the game and no one had beat them in a fight yet. You had to use your wits to get the artefacts.
Archangel_of_Justice would help them find a fourth before sign ups to the next campaign ended, and if he couldn't find anyone willing to join with them for a few weeks, then they were screwed.
Dean sighed. "Send him a PM then."
Sam was already typing furiously fast on his keyboard before Dean had even opened his mouth. "There. Sent." He said in satisfaction a few minutes later.
Now they had to wait.