Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Or the game Uno. D:

A/N: Takes place while Sam's soul is in Hell. :)


"Uno," Michael sighed, placing down a green five and holding up his one remaining card to prove it.

"Damn you!" Lucifer howled, drawing a card because he didn't have anything he could play.

"Isn't that a bit redundant, Brother?" Michael droned, rubbing his metaphysical eyes.

Lucifer scowled, squinting at his new card, another red six. That made his third. It wasn't a helpful card and he tried, for a moment, to avoid making a bet but, damn it, he was the Devil. Vices like gambling were kind of his thing.

So, although he actually had no chance at winning, he declared, "Winner of this round gets to use the flaming cattle prod on Sam's soul."

"You're ON!"