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"You've kept me long enough, I have a little meeting."

"Be back before curfew," Meg grabbed her knife, tossing it into the air, "You're going to miss all the fun." She caught the knife, smirking.

"I'll live." With this final comment her, he disappeared. That archangel seemed to leave alot, but she'd grown used to it. She decided to take a walk to nowhere, maybe gank a demon or two on the way. She occupied her bored mind with thoughts of what she'd do when she was alive again. This state of daydreaming made her feel less hollow somehow. The delicious expression of pain on Crowley's face when she shoves her knife into his chest or simply ordering pizza with Castiel. Losing herself in these thoughts was something she never expected herself to do although she did it quite often when Gabriel wasn't in her damn business. She continued walking forward, her eyes catching the faintest hint of fire ahead.

"Looks like a party." She mumbled to herself. Curiosity winning over her better judgement, she finally trudged over to the light.

Several demons surrounded a crackling camp fire. The outline of tents were a couple of yards away from them. A plump man in a Hawaiian shirt got up to his feet to greet Meg, "Welcome gal. Ya wanna get back to earth soil, eh? That's why most fellows are here." The stench of cigarette smoke wafted from his mouth as he gave a hearty chuckle.

"Sounds pleasant." She sneered. From personal experience she knew any sort of demon offer was bad news.

"What're ya sources? If ya here then you want to play a game, right?"

"Game? I'm not into foreplay." She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heavy looks the other demons were giving her.

"It's easy. Just a quick painless game and ya be on earth soil."

"Who am I going to have fun with then?" One game never hurt anyone.

"In hell, there's the infamous buggers everyone yaps about, Lilith, Alastair and Crowley. Purgatory has its own demonic celebrities."

"I'm not impressed, buddy."

"Ever heard of a demon known as Master Roulette?" The demon asked her this like she should know.

"Sounds like a cheap prostitute."

"Never lost one game." It stated this smugly.

"Then why is he dead?" She scoffed.

"Because ten years go by fast when you're having fun. Paul, who is our new guest?" This bulky man seemed to pop up out of thin air. Meg assumed he was what the demon was boasting about. "I play a mean game of Russian roulette, be warned."

Author notes: Hope you enjoyed!