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"What the HELL was that?"

"Dean, please, allow me to explain"

"Well it'd better be good or I'll rip off your wings and shove them up your ass."

"I highly doubt-"

"We were working a case."

"Yes, I am aware of that. In fact, I've solved your case by bringing you here."

As the ringing in his ears quieted, Sam looked around, trying to determine where "here" was. He could feel a slight rocking sensation under his feet, which suggested that they were on some sort of vehicle. A train maybe, judging by the smoothness of the ride. Their compartment was small, with two beds taking up most of the room. It appeared to be constructed of some dark silver metal, polished to a highly reflective sheen. A door to his right suggested a bathroom and straight ahead were two glass sliding doors leading out into a narrow hallway. "Cas, where exactly are we?" Sam wondered, a hint of trepidation in his voice. Castiel sighed. "I promise, everything will be explained. For starters, Lilith is trying to break another seal."

Sam's body tensed immediately. He could feel the heat rising within him. A dark, desire to see Lilith's blood splattered across the floor coupled with a small tingle of excitement that this time he could finally take her. "Where is she?" The words tumbled out in an over-eager rush. Castiel turned, squinting slightly, as if something was bothering him that he just couldn't place. "Not here. But she's trying to get in, hence the seal breaking."

"That's very nice, but WHERE THE HELL ARE WE EXACTLY?" Dean burst out.

"An alternate Universe. Please bear with me, it's very complicated" Cas said patiently, as if to a child. Dean huffed in annoyance but kept quiet.

"Your world was not the only one my father created. There were several other universes that He made," Cas paused uncomfortably. "However, some of them were… defective. And they had to be locked away in Heaven so that they wouldn't cause any damage to Earth because, as it turns out, my father has an attachment to the human race." Cas frowned slightly, as if puzzled as to how this could be. "Lilith is weakening the barriers between the two worlds, if she succeeds in completely destroying them, things would get… very chaotic."

"That's friggin' great Cas, but what exactly does this have to do with our case?" Dean growled, clearly getting more impatient by the minute.

Castiel sighed. "The children in this world are selected to participate in a series of 'games' in which they are required to kill each other. The missing boy and girl from Michigan are the candidates from Earth." Cas waved a hand at Dean, cutting off his furious roar. "Don't worry, I've managed to volunteer you two in their place. There is one catch, however. You-" His head jerked up, responding to a noise neither Sam nor Dean could hear. "I don't have much time. I will contact you as soon as I can."

"Wait Cas, what are we supposed to do?" Sam asked, but the angel barreled ahead, ignoring him. Typical.

"Watch yourselves, this place is more dangerous than you can imagine. Just go along and do what they ask." He turned "I'm sorry Dean" he muttered, placing a hand on his forehead. "This will only be temporary, I promise."

"Whaaa?" Dean was enveloped in a blinding flash of light and Castiel vanished in a flutter of wings.

"Dean, are you alright?!" Sam shook his head, trying to clear the black spots that danced in front of his vision. He silently cursed Castiel for leaving them with such cryptic instructions. Again, typical.

"I'm going to kill that sonovabitch," came a reply in a voice that was definitely not his brother's.

"No way."

"Dude, I swear to God, if you laugh I will throw your ass right off this train."

Standing in front of Sam's incredulous eyes was a tall, sandy-haired girl with a smattering of freckles across her nose. She had a long, lithe body with incredible legs. Her penetrating green eyes were clouded with anger. Dean's leather jacket hung loosely from her narrow shoulders. Sam did his best to keep a straight face, but he could hear the mirth creeping into his voice.

"Well I guess it makes sense, one boy and one girl have been used in sacrifices in cultures around the world. Sounds like these 'games' are some sort of ritual-Man I just can't take you seriously right now," he broke off chuckling.

Sam's inevitable beat-down was postponed as the sliding doors opened with a hiss. A young man in a white tunic entered and motioned that the two were to follow him. Sam and Dean glanced at each other and shrugged, hurrying after the man as he disappeared down the hallway. The long, silvery tube-like corridor gave no hints to their whereabouts, not even a window. Their guide pressed some sort of panel on the wall and a door appeared, materializing from the shiny metal surrounding it. He nodded at the pair and stepped aside, and gesturing to the door. "I think this is our stop," Sam muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Dean took a fortifying breath and gave the exit a good, hard push. Nothing could have prepared them from what waited outside.

The sheer amount of color and sound nearly overwhelmed Sam. Voices shouted excitedly all around him in a strange accent that he had never heard before. Lights flashed all around him. Cameras? The world went from the cold, flat metal surface of the train to jarring, swirling, violent pigments. They aren't people, Sam thought dazedly as he caught sight of scales, feathers and flesh of every color of the rainbow. Everyone seemed to sparkle and shine. His eyes ached already from the garish scene.

"Dude," came a small voice from his right, "are we on another planet?"

The young man in white pushed them through the throng. Hands reached out from all sides, grasping at their jackets and pulling their hair.

"So lovely..."

"The Games are going to be smashing this year."

"Look! I've got one of his buttons!"

Sam looked down and sure enough, threads were hanging down around a small hole in the cuff of his jacket. "Where are we going?" he asked their guide, but the man didn't answer him. He just kept pressing them forwards before depositing them in front of the doors of a gleaming building. With its spherical shape, the structure had the appearance of a giant golden bubble. Before Sam and Dean had an opportunity to take in their surroundings, two groups of violently colored people hurried over, squealing and exclaiming, practically tripping over themselves in an effort to converse with the Winchesters. Sam caught the words "stylists" and "ceremony" before he was being whisked away. He looked over his shoulder to see Dean being hauled off in the opposite direction, freckles standing out on his, her, pale face.

Sam's eyes darted nervously around the small room. The only furniture consisted of a long, padded trestle table. Torture? From what Cas had told him of this world, Sam wouldn't be entirely surprised. It doesn't fit though; we're like ritual sacrifices. In most cultures, the victims are treated like royalty before their death. His trepidation increased as hands roughly shucked him of his clothes, leaving him shivering in his boxers. Two of the women (at least, Sam thought they were women. It was hard to tell under all the glitter) "ooh-ed" appreciatively and one of the men (who was covered in a light grey fur) winked at him. Great. Maybe this is some sort of pre-sacrifice orgy deal. Fur Guy grabbed his arms and a Glitter Girl held down his legs. Sam struggled violently, but they must've been inhumanly strong. A razor materialized. Sam thrashed harder but to no avail. Cas, now would be a good time to show up. I think you underestimated these guys. He felt a gentle scraping sensation on his leg. He was being… shaved? Sam instantly went limp with relief before tensing again at the oddness and intimacy of the act. Also, Winchesters did not have shaved ANYTHING. Even a fine growth of manly stubble was encouraged. Dean's going to laugh himself sick over this, Sam thought, until he remembered that "Dean" was probably having her hair brushed and nails painted. That though cheered him up considerably, until one of the strange beauticians approached him with eyeliner.