Objective: Protect and escort the President to all of his meetings. Extract when finished as quickly as possible. There is word of a covert team pursuing the President with the full intention of assassination. The President must not die.

I think you all will like this one. :D And I guess I have a cheesy romantic situation in here. I sorta suck at getting people together progressively, I think. I don't know.

This game is based off Halo and Call of Duty and their V.I.P games.

Warning: Any calculations are completely made up, keep in mind I make up almost everything, language, violence

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Edit: The usual change and add some things here and there.

"You did the right thing, Al. I promise we will both benefit from this and the country thanks you." Gabriel proclaimed with a smile and a strong hand shake. He wore a sleek, grey suit without a tie, top buttons undone, "I want to be the cool, drop dead gorgeous President, Sammy baby", and gel slicked back Gabriel's hair. Sam didn't know if getting use to the pet names was a good or bad thing since the warmth in his cheeks made an appearance every time Gabe used them. And every time THAT happened, images of the archangel's face close to his flashed in succession as the theory of men thinking about sex every seven seconds became true. Since this was a chain reaction, Sam felt as if Gabriel knew what he was thinking every single time an image of the archangel naked entered his mind because said angel would stare at him until Sam finally would snap out of his daydreams. Amber colored eyes would meet hazel ones and Sam would never miss the dark, knowing glint in those honey syrup eyes. He was pretty sure that the angel made sure he caught that look.

And so, Sam tried extra fucking hard to blank out his mind. He could be just paranoid but if there WAS a trickster/angel in his head, he wanted to try and NOT give any satisfaction to the egotistical divine being by letting him know how much brain power the hunter was using on him.

"It better, Mr. President. Iraqis are not going to be happy about not being supplied with my weapons." Al playfully warned; Australian accent heavy. With the threat of World War III shadowing the whole world, the President was willing to even take on a black market weapons smithing company to ensure that the right countries get cut off. By giving this company a place to manufacture in the heavy jungles of the Philippines and quality resources at inexpensive prices, the U.S. gets supplied with weapons and attains the company's loyalty. They did supply the Middle East with guns, so they were still sketchy in the Sam's book.

"That's the whole point." Gabriel stated with hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly leant back. It was like the President was trying to start a new war instead of preventing it. Gabe had said multiple times that he was just preparing for it. Sure.

"Mr. President, we need to go." Sam prompted from behind Gabriel. He wore an all black suit with a black tie and a clear, curled wire hanging from his ear. Sunglasses were in his pocket and his hair was just as product filled as Gabe's.

"Your secret service is bossy, huh?" Al asked, repacking his briefcase.

"Someone has to keep me in line, right?" Gabriel winked at Al and received a chuckle. Come on, Gabe. Stop wasting time!

"I see an interesting friendship in our future." Al stated before saluting to Gabriel. The President waved as his new found ally turned and left the Caribbean hotel suite.

"You know why I'm being so pushy, Gabe. Cas and Dean have been showing up at all of your questionably ethical meetings trying to assassinate you. I'm pretty sure we have a mole and they wouldn't be getting so close to us if you didn't try to act all badass with everybody!"

"It's part of the game."

"No. I've played The National Agenda and this is not the main story. We're playing the objective based multiplayer part. Either side can win and anything goes."

"Well, then..." Gabriel started as he faced Sam and placed a hand on the hunter's shoulder. Heat radiated from the firm hand as the angel leaned up and, stealing some of Dean's stubbornness, Sam stood his ground, ignoring how his lungs seemed to shrivel up and cease working. "...you probably should be bossier." Sam glared as Gabriel threw open the bedroom double doors.

"Before we go, I have a question." Gabriel stated, turning back towards Sam. There was a California King sized bed covered in a red comforter with golden patterns. The frame and head board were white and white rose petals were littered EVERYWHERE.

"I'm sorta afraid..." Sam muttered as his eyes scanned the closed white blinds. The sun was in the opposite side of the sky so this side of the hotel was shrouded in shadow. This was about the time Dean and Cas would show up...

"Wanna have sex?"

If ever there was a time for Sam's humongous brain functionality to cease and fail without certain recovery, this would be it. The hunter's focus and paranoia were instantly forgotten as hazel eyes sharply snapped towards the forward archangel. No thoughts ran through his mind and all bodily function calmly ran on autopilot as the question hadn't settled in properly. He must have been silent for awhile because he had an archangel in his face with snapping fingers.

"W-What?" Sam croaked. The gears stuttered as they finally caught up with what was just asked and everything went into overdrive. His mind, heart, blood, temperature; his sweat glands. Everything raced and increased in intensity as Gabriel looked up at him with a small smirk and traced the left lapel of Sam's jacket.

"Want. to. have. sexual. intercourse?" No. Sort of. Maybe. YES. It was a yes but the shock disabled Sam from saying so. The possible consequences of saying yes made him freeze. There were always repercussions when you said yes. They were too experienced on that matter. "Is this a dream" vaguely made an appearance also. He couldn't believe this was happening because: WHAT WAS GOING ON!?

He definitely was into Gabriel, A LOT. Since the beginning? Probably not but something opened up in Sam's resolve every time they encountered the prankster. He let himself deny any attraction to the asshole because Gabriel was a monster, then an angel, then dead. This was what happened when feelings were deleted but not fully erased and then the virus comes back when the wrong folder was opened.

Sam's gaze averted back towards the windows as he muttered very weakly,

"No"

That was when he saw it. A trembling light. Reflected light. The light stilled and Sam went into action. "DOWN!" He yelled as he tackled Gabriel to the ground. He only noticed Gabriel's abject expression for a second before they fell to the floor. Glass shattered around them as a single round went off and Sam was immediately dragging Gabriel with him and out the door before automatic rounds destroyed the rest of the windows.


"God damn, Sammy's good at this." Dean complained as he set up his .50 caliber rifle on the stone ledge. First, they tried to get up close and personal, thinking that would be easy. Take out Sam and kill Gabriel. If both Dean and Cas didn't hesitate while contemplating, could we really kill our brothers, then they probably would have won already. Every time their employer gave them coordinates of where Sam and Gabriel would be, they would go with a new strategy in their pockets and every time, Sam would slither himself and the President out in the most bullshittyish ways. His brother probably got way better when he realized that Dean actually wanted to kill him. Call it motivation. Dean wanted to win and rub it in Gabriel's stupid smug face so, sue him. And, anyway, it was a video game and the older hunter was very competitive and annoyed at this point.

How the hell did Sam and Gabriel keep managing to elude them so well!?

They had almost done everything from being undercover to setting up explosives and still Sam managed to get Gabriel out in one piece. If they didn't kill smart ass shortie this time, they would definitely lose because this was the last mission. Last chance to destroy their brothers. And it sucked that both teams could predict each other's actions but somehow Sam and Gabriel knew how to use it against them better than Dean and Castiel. But this time, they wouldn't know what hit them because Dean had a new toy and Cas was his spotter.

"I sometimes think you underestimate your younger brother." Castiel stated next to the hunter. He was looking through a scope, surveying the area from their position on the roof. The hotel was directly across from them but the room they needed was two floors down. No biggie! Dean got this!

"Speaking from experience, Cas?"

"I understand why my brothers would assume my incompetence and weakness. Looks are very deceiving." Castiel responded, not moving from his spot. The sun beat down on them harshly and Dean had resorted to wearing a black tank top with sunglasses glued to his face. The sun was why there was a flexible ice pack around the whole barrel of his sniper so that the inside didn't bake enough to affect his accuracy. He couldn't really take off his pants unless he wanted to be running around, fighting in his boxers...he was really considering it, though. Dean finally let the rifle's butt lean against the corner of the ledge and he turned towards Cas. Castiel was leaning with an elbow against the ledge and the scope in his hand. He wore a tight fitting, black shirt and matching cargos. A watch wrapped around the angel's wrist which he absently played with. Not only was this weird, because Cas was sweating as much as Dean was and angels don't sweat (leave it to Gabriel to be really authentic with effects in his alternate realities), but the whole image of the angel being some sort of assassin was sort of hot. Good thing he really wasn't one or else the world would be screwed because the dude was good at it. Since this was a multiplayer they had more free will and Cas appeared to know what to do when the situation got really crappy. He even suggested they use the sniper in the first place.

"The blinds are shut. I want to try infrared." Castiel stated.

"But it's like a hundred degrees out here. The heat would screw everything up." Dean wiped his forehead on his forearm...on second thought...Dean decided to use his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face by taking it off and balling it in his hand.

"A hundred and ten..." Castiel seemed to trail off causing Dean to catch a glimpse of his angel through his shirt. He caught blue eyes shifting downward on his torso before traveling back up and locking aqua eyes with forest green ones for a split realizing second. The human smirked to himself, his shirt hiding his face and finished up drying off. He tossed the shirt aside as Castiel continued and looked away. "Or I will be able to see their body temperatures through the heat and give you the chance to kill Gabriel." They both have gotten over talking about killing their brothers because they were losing. It got really competitive.

"So, it's so hot out here that you'll be able to see Sam and Gabe's cooler signatures?"

"Yes."

"Sweet. This is it, Cas! We have to get 'em this time." Dean smiled as he loaded up the sniper.

"I know." Castiel reached into his black backpack and pulled out a more electronic scope. He placed it on a mini-tripod and decided the original scope should also have a tripod so he would have his own pair of binoculars. The infrared would place where the Sabriel team was and the normal scope would have him pinpoint exactly where to shoot. Dean assembled another weapon on the stone ledge next to his rifle. Imagine a mini turret and imagine it portable. A tripod held it up as Dean let it rest, pointed up. Castiel resumed looking through his scopes and the hunter noticed the small smile of achievement on the angel's face.

"Can you see 'em?"

"Yes. There's an extra body. We have to wait." Castiel stated. They were only here to kill Gabriel and Sam and they didn't want to kill anyone important to their employer's cause. Dean leaned against the ledge, coming up to just below his hip, facing Cas and with that smirk playing on his face.

"I saw you checkin' me out, ya know."

"I was simply admiring my own work of recreation." Castiel didn't miss a beat or move from his spot and Dean felt only a little irritated that he didn't receive a less calm response. But the angel defended himself so fast that the hunter couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his throat. That was right...Castiel rebuilt his body...and he was being haughty about it!

"Yeah. Checkin' me out."

"Your definition of 'checking someone out' is different from the definition of veneration." Castiel stipulated adjusting the lens. His lips were drawn tight and his jaw flexed. He was acting more human throughout this whole ordeal and Dean couldn't tell if it was the games teaching him how to be human or if the whole patient angel thing was just a facade and his composure was slowly breaking down because of the hunter.

"How? Checkin' someone out is venerating." Okay, Dean wasn't sure what venerate meant exactly but at least he could deduce that it was in the same ball park as admiring.

"With the intent of fulfilling one's sexual desire. It's a mating ritual I've observed."

And Dean couldn't help himself. "Did you venerate me with sexual desire, Cas?" He was looking for mutual attraction, that this wasn't a one-sided crush. He was going to stomp on his feelings for Cas if the angel wanted nothing to do with him in that way. He didn't want to destroy their relationship by wanting to pursue a different level that wasn't in the friend zone. But if Castiel showed something akin to having human desire...

On what looked like instinct, Cas's head snapped towards him and the hunter was sure the angel didn't mean to flick his eyes downward once more before looking straight at his face again. The slight widening of blue eyes and the realization that had set in them gave it all away. Dean smirked before Castiel spoke,

"No."

There was as much conviction in that one syllable word as a wife who happily murdered her cheating husband saying "Not Guilty" with a smile. The lying angel went back to looking through his scopes with a frown. "I can't accurately adjust for the heat. Your shot will be off and the third heat signature left the room." He stated, obviously trying to change the subject and focus back on the game. Guess this would be as good of a time as any to "make a move."

"I have an idea." Dean stated scooting the sniper backward just a bit and held it so the weapon was parallel with the ledge. "Kneel here. Can't get any more accurate than giving me readings from behind the rifle." Castiel didn't move. Only stared at Dean suspiciously. "Come on, Cas. We need this shot and unless you want to take the gun, you're gonna have to get on your knees." The blatantly flirting human tried to stop his smirk and stop the look in his eyes he knew was there by looking away and bringing his lips between his teeth. After a hesitant moment, Castiel took both of his scopes off their tripods and positioned himself behind the long weapon. Dean lifted the butt up and motioned for Cas to scoot forward so that the rifle could just barely hover over the angel's right shoulder. After finally settling, the hunter took his place directly behind his divine being with calves between his knees and his whole front side pressed firmly against the length of Castiel's back.

Dean couldn't tell if the angel had actually stopped breathing but he definitely had tensed up. The rifle didn't quite sit right against Dean's right shoulder so as he ordered, "Scoot up", he thrusted lightly with his pelvis earning him a surprised grunt. Castiel did move up, leaving a small space between them, and finally the sniper almost felt perfect against his flesh. He couldn't look through his scope until Cas ducked down a bit and so he waited as the angel put the infrared scope up to his right eye and then the other scope to his other eye. The infrared went down a couple seconds later. The whole time, though, Dean practiced self control and he never had to try so hard.

"The target is twenty degrees below our position and accounting for the hundred and ten degree temperature, your trajectory will be flatter and the bullet will be able to retain more force than-"

"Cas, just tell me where to shoot."

"Ten degrees down; Twenty five left." Dean leaned his head in towards Castiel's ear.

"Pull the strap and have your mind blown." He chuckled. The hunter could feel the angel roll his eyes and saw the slight movement of the ear as his breath ghosted over it. Castiel leaned forward, butt rubbing against the front of Dean's dark jeans, and peeled the Velcro apart on the blue ice pack around the barrel. The ice pack fell off the building as Castiel sat back onto his calves, leaning against Dean's exposed chest. The hunter didn't know what he did but he was able to snap himself back to reality as his mind was only focused on what was going on against his jeans.

Maybe he wasn't ready for this...

Castiel was low enough so that the rifle sat perfectly against Dean's shoulder and the hunter could comfortably use his left hand to adjust and rotate the sniper to the exact spot. His face was close enough to see through his scope and his left hand held onto the grip on the underbelly of the weapon. Cas leaned more on his left shoulder trying to be out of the way as possible. Dean breathed in with a finger on the trigger and held his breath. In the next second, the new toy went off and the recoil was fucking horrendous. Dean only grunted as the rifle angrily shoved itself back, almost dislocating his shoulder. Castiel then kneeled back up, bringing the infrared scope back up to his eye.

"Gabriel's still alive. They're both on the ground and moving."

"Shit!" Dean hissed angrily as he hurriedly pushed Cas forward and ran over to his mini turret. Then he started spraying without restraint into the room with high hopes of fatality. Castiel was leaning over the edge surveying the room.

"They're gone!" Castiel yelled towards Dean who threw the turret off the building in a frustrated response. "They seem to be...heading towards the roof...That's odd."

"Sammy probably called for a helicopter or somethin'. We have to cut them off two floors up." Dean was pretty much ripping his back pack apart.

"You have the grappling hook?"


Sam and Gabriel stopped in the staircase after the rounds stopped destroying the side of the hotel to help calm themselves.

"I think Dean's mad." Sam stated as he took his gun out.

"No. He's pissed. Castiel's probably running thin, also."

"Castiel's pretty much the most patient person I know."

"Well, yeah, but he's with Dean." Sam nodded in agreement at that. "He's probably molesting him again."

"I don't think he is." Not really. When Dean found something he liked and wanted, he went after it...most times. He never was one to have limitations set upon...anything, really. Sam would be lying if he said he didn't see this coming. It was subtle but he had a sense of what would happen. He just didn't want much part of it. "If he is and if it bothers you so much, why don't we just quit playing and deal with the apocalypse?"

"Sam, whatever I do, the end result will be the same. And who am I to stop my favorite baby brother from being happy, even if it's with a dick. He's actually been in denial."

"In denial?" Sam questioned. He had an idea of what Dean's angel would be in denial about but that was kind of unexpected. He figured Dean would be the one to push feelings away even when something good happened to him. Sam expected to be hearing, "What!? I'm not into guys!" or "I don't want to destroy our 'profound bond'." Castiel seemed like he would be open to receiving affection from Dean not reject the attraction and then finally have sex after a few attempts of being pushed away like a Bond Girl.

"I've been tapping into everyone's conversations through every game. I thought that was obvious. Dean's been flirtin' up a storm before he started shooting at us and Cas has been trying to ignore him." Gabriel explained as he fixed his hair. Sam's eyebrow shot up.

"Soooo, you've been cheating." He received a hurt frown.

"No! I have to do it to make sure everything's going smoothly. I've been a good boy this whole time. You guys wouldn't be winning all the time if I wasn't." This was very true. It seemed Gabriel's reason for being a good sport was for pure entertainment...Or he was letting them win for another reason.

"I guess that's...very nice of you." Sam started to ascend the stairs again.

"Just trying to get you to li-...get into your pants." Gabriel corrected himself mid sentence. Sam froze and the archangel passed him taking every other step. Sam just barely caught the stony expression as Gabe practically lunged up the stairs. His face betrayed what the archangel said and Sam knew Gabriel was down trodden about him saying no but he had to have known that it wasn't the time...maybe the angel wasn't planning on actually doing the deed. Maybe he just wanted to know if he actually... Sam sighed and made an attempt to catch up to the childish being.

"Gabe! Wait!" Sam was surprised that Gabriel actually obeyed. There was one more flight of stairs before they got to the roof.

Sam panted as he approached Gabriel from behind. The archangel only turned to lean back against the railing with hands in his pockets as some kind of acknowledgement to the hunter's nearing presence. Now that nothing was shocking Sam into physical and mental inability, he felt confident in addressing this issue. His hand gripped the metal railing next to Gabriel and he had to look up at the shorter man because the angel stood a few steps higher than him.

"Look, Gabriel. Stop sulking because you're an idiot." Gabriel's jaw dropped which amused Sam. "It's not that I don't want to have sex with you. I just don't want to do it now. We're in the middle of not dying." Sam's insides were buzzing but his voice remained steady, talking like what he just confessed was totally fucking normal and was every day conversation material. Sam felt Gabriel's laser beam eyes on his face but he was avoiding any eye contact. But when he accidently stole a glance at the archangel's face, Sam had to take another step down because hunter alarms went off in his head from seeing the dark predatory look. The corner of Gabriel's lips twitched upward slightly and Sam could just see the pheromones radiating through the haze of extreme self-confidence with underlying motive. Sam was very, VERY nervous. Especially since the angel didn't seem like he would respond.

Sam was about to tell him to stop looking at him like he was a red velvet cupcake with a chocolate cream cheese filling and a whipped topping when the sound of glass shattering sounded behind the closed door leading to the floor they were on and stomping was heard. Sam didn't hesitate. He pushed at Gabe while saying, "Go!" They ran up the stairs and as they neared the roof entrance, a door burst open just below them. Sam looked over the railing and saw the Destiel team, who were sweaty and one without a shirt, start up the stairs. Determined green eyes met amused hazel ones for a couple seconds before his brother ran to catch up to Castiel.

"You're dead, Sammy!" Dean shouted. Sam only laughed and dragged Gabriel out onto the open rooftop. Immediately sweat formed on both men as the heat was almost suffocating.

"Geeze, couldn't pick a cooler map?" Sam asked, putting his sunglasses on.

"You mean like the Alaskan Wilderness map?" Gabriel questioned back. Sam rolled his eyes but his smile never left his face. Yeah, he was having fun...and probably hiding his excited nervousness under that smile. He just confessed that he wanted to have sex with an archangel in a supernatural male vessel; give him a break. It was okay to go a little crazy, right? Sam led Gabriel around a corner.

"Stay here and keep quiet. I'll try to hold them off until our ride gets here." Sam ordered as Gabriel smirked.

"Oh~You're takin' my advice about being bossier."

"Bite me." Sam muttered as he quickly took his place besides the door. He took off his jacket and waited. It only took a second before the door was kicked open. It didn't matter who came out first but Sam was sure that it would be Dean. He threw his jacket at Dean's face who was very caught off guard and slammed into the opened door. He lifted his gun and aimed at Dean but Castiel rushed in, kicked the gun out of his hand, and punched him in the face. The dark haired angel probably had the same determination in the real world when someone threatened Dean. Sam blocked a few more punches until Dean joined in.

"Go find Gabriel." Dean took over. Castiel nodded and backed away. The hunter brothers took a moment to circle each other in their fighting stances and they both were smiling.

"Now, we're gonna find out who's the better fighter." Dean switched his leading foot.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dean." Sam retorted. If he could stall longer then they would be able to get out of this in without a scratch in the helicopter. Sam saw Castiel round the corner where Gabriel was supposed to be but no one came back out. He expected Castiel to make Gabriel known but it was like they had both disappeared. Sam didn't have time to dwell on it for long because his brother lunged at him with a punch which Sam dodged and reciprocated with an attempted sweep of Dean's legs. Dean jumped up and tried to kick at Sam's face after he landed. Sam leaned back too far as Dean's foot passed his face. The younger brother fell on his ass but immediately somersaulted backwards onto his feet. He brought his arms up, blocking Dean's second attempt at kicking his face in.

The older brother's foot tried for a third attempt but Sam caught his foot, though, he didn't have time to smash in Dean's leg as the brother jumped up and swung his free foot through the air using Sam's grasping hand as a pivot point. Sam was quick and as the older brother was still in the air, Sam quickly dropped his foot making the man slam into the hot roof. Dean grunted and rolled away to avoid Sam's incoming kick to his gut. He scrambled to his feet. No breathing, though, as Sam's fist came at him from the side. Dean brought his arm up and Sam's punch was blocked. The younger hunter tried to go for a body shot with his other fist but Dean caught his wrist. Dean wrapped his other set of fingers around Sam's other wrist and then they were still. They stared at each other; panting. Total stale mate. One could use his legs to get some kicks in but the other would continue to block. One could head butt but would it connect?

They were trained by the same person and they sparred with each other. There was no way either one would win at this point.

"I think it's about who can hold out the longest." Sam breathed. Dean laughed in response which made Sam chuckle because when his bigger brother laughed seriously, Sam felt at ease, as if the life they were living was worth it again. Worth all the bullshit they went through and will go through.

"Too bad we can't sit here for days and find out." Gabriel voiced as him and Cas made their appearance. Gabriel held Sam's 9mm gun up and Castiel had his hands up in surrender in front of the archangel.

"Damn it. Isn't he supposed to just be the President?" Dean asked under his breath.

"The cool, drop dead gorgeous President." Sam answered using Gabe's words. Dean shook his head. They didn't move as the angel president poked the barrel of the gun into Cas' back, urging the younger angel forward. Gabriel's jacket was gone and his dress shirt was fully opened with most of the buttons ripped out and his sculpted chest was exposed. His light brown hair was humorously messed up; long hairs sticking up in weird ways.

Castiel's wardrobe was in a similar state. His black shirt was ripped at his side; hanging down enough to expose skin. His hands were bleeding a bit as if he tried to break a fall against the ground. His hair was impossibly wild.

"So, what? We gonna just stand here?" Dean asked.

"Pretty much." Was the response. No wind, no movement, no sound. Sam could feel his brother tremble with impatience and uncontrolled anxiety. It would be like his brother not to be able to sit still for a few minutes. And the threat of Sam and Gabe winning hanging over the older brother's head did not help.

"Sabriel." Dean commented. Really. This moment couldn't have been any more random as if a crow had slapped Sam's face. On second thought, the crow would be more expected at the height they were at.

"What?" Sam and Gabe asked at the same time. Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

"It's what I've been referring to you guys as. Your names put together. In my mind." Dean explained.

"So, you got so lazy in your mind that you had to put our names together?" Sam questioned as Dean loosened his grip on his wrists. The older brother was probably trying to give him a some sense of confidence so Sam would make a move. Not gonna happen.

"Do you have a lot of internal monologue, Deano?" Gabriel asked as the muzzle of his gun lightly touched Castiel's back. Both Sam and Dean knew what that meant and Sam tried to signal to the President that what he was doing was a mistake. Dean just shrugged.

"Then, you and Cas are...Cean? Caan? Casean?" Gabriel tried.

"Destiel." Sam cut in.

"Why, Sam, it's like you've already thought about this." Sam gave the archangel a small smirk before remembering that the gun was still poking Castiel in the back.

"Gabriel." He hoped that the angel would understand the tone in his voice and not think that Sam was chastising him.

"So, Destiel and Sabriel. Awesome team names." Of course, the archangel wouldn't notice. Sam saw a look pass between his brother and Castiel.

"Gabe! Move-!" Then Castiel spun around quickly, skilled hands sweeping down and slipping the gun from Gabriel's shocked hand. Sam kicked in Dean's stomach as the older brother seemed distracted enough by the near victory. Dean grunted loudly as he doubled over and let go of Sam. The sound of helicopter blades cutting through the hot air was announced and Sam felt extreme relief.

Gabriel managed to regain his composure as he slapped Castiel's gun wielding hand away, stuttering the younger angel's movements. Sam used this opportunity to tackle Castiel to the tar floor and they rolled to the edge of the roof.

The gun free fell off the building as Castiel hung off the edge with just Sam's hand holding his own.

"I suggest you let go so that you will have a larger chance of winning."

"Thing is, I don't want to be on the receiving end of Dean's hell bent death glare." Dark brows knotted in confusion at him but he ignored it as he lifted Castiel enough so that the angel's hand was now gripping the edge. He helped get the other hand to grip the edge also and then he quickly got up as Castiel muttered a thank you. Dean and Sam ran past each other as they headed towards their angels with haste. Gabriel was on the ground and Sam concluded that he had tried to stop Dean from getting to Sam and Cas. The taller brother hauled Gabriel up by the arm and smiled victoriously when the helicopter landed on the building, the breeze from the blades refreshing. They ran and jumped into the metal box. As it took off, Sam looked down and saw that Dean had brought Cas up back onto the roof and was glaring at them. Dean threw his hands up and he heard, "AHHHGH!" Even Cas was amused at Dean's misery.

"See you next game, Loser!" Sam yelled from the flying contraption.

"Wow, Sam. Good sportsmanship. I'm glad I'm bringing that side out of you." Gabriel retorted with a raised eyebrow. Sour Patch Kids were caught in his mouth and happily chewed on as Sam smiled at him, showing teeth. His smile only grew bigger when he heard, "ASSHOLE!" echo far behind him.

The thing about the bullet's trajectory Cas went on about is true. Got it from the second site on Google after typing in "How does temperature affect bullet trajectory?"

I had fun writing this chapter and the next one is just as fun because I'm getting into Gabe and Cas's brotherly relationship.

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