Charlie couldn't believe her ears. It was one thing to live the stories of the Supernatural books, through hunting ghosts, demons, vampires and werewolves. And it was great to see her fangirl fantasies come to life. Destiel comes to mind. Now if only Sevin would become a thing. (Sam and Kevin) But that was a crackship, she was sure of it. But a fangirl could still hope. But now she was in heaven, of all places? She had sure come a long way from dancing in elevators and hacking into Dick Roman's mainframe.

Everyone was silent for a moment, except Cas, who was moaning in his sleep and whispering Dean. Charlie wondered what was going through the angel's head. She also couldn't help but notice Dean's pained expression as he heard his name whispered from his lover.

"Heaven," Sam asked. "For real? I didn't think it was possible."

"This is so freaking sweet," Kevin suddenly exclaimed, before quickly looking away in shame as he got a dirty look from Dean.

An awkward silence saturated the room that Charlie refused to fill with one of her nervous one-liners. She couldn't figure it out, but she knew Dean was suffering from something more than seeing Cas hurt. Something else was happening here. From playing the game, she had a sinking feeling what it was that was going through Dean's head. If that happened, she couldn't feel sorrier for him. No one should have to go through that.

"Nothing about this is freaking sweet," Dean responded, pacing the large office. "Cas is hurt. Some ass hole is after me for some god awful reason. And I have betrayed Cas in a way I never thought I would." He stopped for a second, his eyes flashing to his trench coat wearing angel on Gabriel's bed, his eyes just as quickly averting. "Now, I can barely even look at him! How could I do what I did? I should be stronger than that. I'm a fucking Winchester for Christ's sake!"

Gabriel's white wings shimmered, disappearing from the mortal plane as he walked over to Dean in two quick strides. "I don't mean to rain on your pity parade Dean, but you're going to have to calm yourself down if we are going to form some kind of plan of taking this guy down, or at the very least, disabling him to some degree."

"Disable him," Dean asked, eyes containing anger barely controlled. "I want to dismantle him piece by piece until there are so many pieces, that even your papa dearest couldn't put him back together again. And don't tell me to freaking calm myself. I just got mouth raped!"

If the mood in the room had been tense before, it was absolutely strained now. No one was quite sure how to react at first.

Charlie cast her eyes down. She felt for her friend. No one should have to go through that. "I'm so sorry Dean," she whispered.

Kevin's eyes enlarged as he whispered, "Oh my god."

Dean flashed a look at Kevin, causing him to look to the floor in shame. "God has nothing to do with this Kevin. He's abandoned us all!"

Sam slowly walked over to Dean until he was just a foot from Dean. He looked at his older brother with a pained expression mixed with indignant outrage. He quickly took Dean into a tight brotherly hug. Dean stiffened at first, but quickly sank into the familiar comfort of his brother's embrace, his misdirected anger at Kevin slowly withering away. "I'm so sorry Dean. I wish I could have been there. We'll make that bastard wish he was never created."

"Thanks Sammy," Dean replied, patting his back and breaking up the hug. "But how do we even start?"

Charlie cleared her throat.

"I don't know," Sam said. "I mean Kevin and I looked through every book we have."

"Yeah, it was a pain," Kevin piped in.

"Excuse me," Charlie cut in.

"Do you think maybe you might know something Gabbie," Kevin asked the archangel.

"Gabbie? No. Just call me Gabriel," the angel responded.

"Well do ya," Dean asked.

"Well," Gabriel started.

"Guys," Charlie shouted.

Everyone stopped talking, looking over at Charlie in surprise.

"What is it Char," Dean asked.

"That's right," Kevin said. "You played the game. You might know more than anyone in this room."

"Game," Gabriel and Dean asked at the same time.

"What game?" Dean looked at Charlie in a state of obvious confusion.

"She played a game called The Golden Age," Sam answered.

"What's that got to do with anything," Gabriel wondered.

Charlie looked at Gabriel, an obvious realization coming to her. "Espen Vanacova."

Gabriel blinked. "How do you know that name?"

"Question is," Charlie asked. "How do you?"

"She's a potential prophet. I'll ask again, how do you know that name?"

"Well, I think our potential prophet is not so potential anymore."

"What do you mean," Gabriel questioned.

"Well, how's your Wi-Fi connection in heaven?"

"Can someone please fill me in here," Dean all but yelled.

"There's a game created by this Espen girl," Kevin said. "And she seems to know all about this gold dude."

"And her prophetic outlet apparently is through the digital world," Gabriel contemplated. "Which makes since, what with the technological advances this modern world has made and all, huh?"

"So what can you tell us," Sam asked. "What's its weakness?"

Charlie paced Gabriel's large office, nerves seeming to take over, before she finally decided to take a seat behind Gabriel's desk.

"Sure, have a seat," Gabriel said.

She started drumming her fingers on the desk.

"Well," Dean asked. "Tell us, so we can kick its ass!"

"You're not gonna like it," Charlie said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't care what it is Charlie," Dean said. "I'll do it if it means killing the damn thing!"

Charlie looked around the room, not quite making eye contact with anyone. She took a breath and started talking and she didn't stop for what seemed like several minutes. "You see, the game has some very adult context. It's adult oriented. I mean, it has got some X-rated stuff in it. It's rated MA for a reason. Anyways, I played and played that damn game and could never win. I always lost, no matter how much I leveled up, no matter how much time I put into it. I could beat vampires and werewolves, hell even dragons, gods, and Leviathans. When my level got high enough, nothing could stand up to me. But still, no matter what I couldn't beat His First. Then I came across a riddle of sorts. I mean it wasn't that well thought out or anything and seemed kind of straight forward, but it got me thinking. It said, 'Only in a moment of vulnerability and in a moment of delirium brought on by something euphoric could a blade draw blood. And well, there was just so much adult content in the game. It's like Sims but with nudity. I tried all kinds of ways to bring about some form of vulnerability, but this was the only thing that worked."

"What Charlie," Dean asked, his voice so low. He sounded as if he already knew.

A tension filled the room, no one daring to speak.

"I think you know," Charlie replied. "Please don't make me say it."

"Just say it," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"You… you have to kill him during a moment of… a moment of physical involvement."

Dean started shaking his head. "No," he whispered, his head hanging low. "No, no, no. I can't. No, I can't do that to him. Not again."

There was a sudden stirring on Gabriel's bed as Cas sat up. He looked at his mate, nothing but love in his eyes. If Cas felt any sense of betrayal at what he had seen Dean doing with Zavid, he didn't show it. "You won't have to Dean. We'll figure something else out. I won't let him touch you again."

"But what if you don't have a choice," Gabriel asked. "What if it's the only way?"

"It can't be. There has to be another way," Cas said, standing up from the bed.

Dean lifted his head, finally making eye contact with his angel. "If there isn't… well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Dean sighed a weary sigh. "But what I don't understand is why he is so interested in me."

Dean searched his mind trying to come up with any reasonable exclamation. Sure, he was an attractive male, but why would Zavid go after him in particular? Why was he so interested in him? What was the purpose? Something gnawed at the back of his mind, making him feel something akin to fear. But he couldn't quite place what it was.

Charlie cleared her throat and this time everyone turned their heads in her direction. "I think I may have the answer to that."

A few seconds of silence followed before Gabriel spoke up. "Well, spit it out sweetheart."

"This is where it gets really messed up," Charlie said.

"Gets messed up," Dean interjected. "How can it get anymore messed up than it already is?"

"Well," Charlie started, clearly uncomfortable. "I'm pretty sure he wants to repopulate."

Dean's eyes shot back and forth in his head as he processed what he heard before they stilled in a sickening realization. An unwanted and horrifying image of that golden bastard behind him, bent over a pile of his rotting friends and his soul mate, plowing deeply into him. The scene sent shudders up and down his spine, leaving his heart feeling like it had been gripped with a fist of ice. "Oh my god… that bastard wants to make me a fucking momma?"