Sorry about the delay! As I said in my other fic, I've been really distracted.

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Chapter 103: Vegas 4:

Dean wasn't sure how long had passed since they arrived in the casino; all he knew was that he had drank at least five 'chick drinks' and ten…or maybe twelve shots, he couldn't be sure. He stumbled as he stepped away from the bar and his head spun as his eyes tried to adjust to the bright blinking rainbow of lights scattered throughout the area. His ears were filled with sounds of slot machines spinning, coins spilling into buckets and voices all blurred into a mesh of noise.

He grunted when he felt his arm pulled and he spun to see Balthazar staring at him, eyes glossed over. Dean yanked his arm back, "What the hell?"

"Look!" Balthazar said, pointing to their left.

Dean obeyed and focused his attention to where he could see Castiel sitting at a blackjack table. He was as stiff as a board and Dean noted his wings were folded firmly with a few feathers twitching. His glossed over eyes were staring unblinkingly at his cards, despite how wasted he was.

Dean and Balthazar strolled closer and Dean was shocked to see the pile of chips in front of the angel.

"He's counting cards," Balthazar whispered as they stopped several feet from the table. Several others were standing around the table, each curious about the trench coated man.

Dean just lifted his eyebrows when Castiel pushed all of the chips in front of him to the middle. There were murmurs around from the other players. Dean closed his eyes as a wave of nausea passed over him but he quickly opened them when he heard a cheer from Gabriel. It appeared that Castiel's hand was an Ace of Spades and a black Jack. Dean chuckled to himself as Castiel stared blankly at the other angered players before taking his chips. With that, the angel stood up and walked away, earning baffled looks from everyone.

"Wow Cas," Dean said, "You know that what you were doing is illegal."

Castiel smiled, "I do not believe human laws apply to angels. I could see through the cards, anyways."

Dean just chuckled and shook his head as he looped his arm around Castiel's waist, "You wanna go to the arcade?"

Castiel just tilted his head slightly, "What is an arcade?"

Dean just smiled, "It's one of my favorite places. I bet this place has an awesome one."

"Where are we going now?" Balthazar questioned nosily.

"An arcade," Castiel said, putting emphasis on the last word.

Balthazar just sighed and shook his head, "Boring," he said, "I'll be off in the V.I.P lounge."

"You have fun with that," Dean murmured as he moved his arm to grasp Castiel's hand tightly before pulling.

As they began to walk through the swarm of people, they stopped once they reached where Sam and Gabriel were in front of a Sizzling Seven machine.

Gabriel pulled the lever and the four of them stopped to watch with curiosity.

"Sam, think you can take this?" Dean asked, handing over the bucket containing Castiel's chips. Sam lifted his eyebrows as he took it and peered in. He nodded and turned back to where the bars were starting to stop. They watched as each of the lines stopped with a fiery seven.

Gabriel smirked, "I'm good."

"You probably mojo'd the machine," Dean countered and Gabriel just put on an innocent expression.

"Why would I do such a thing?" Gabriel questioned.

Dean just shook his head, "At least you got a grand," he shrugged, "Come on, Cas."

Castiel just stared at the machine, "These machines seem as though they would be tedious."

Dean smiled and pulled on Castiel's sleeve, "Come on," he groaned and eventually, the angel followed.

. . .

"A Rock Band tournament!" Dean mused as they entered the arcade where there were actually a fairly large amount of people standing around. There was a huge screen set up getting ready for the tournament to start. A lot of people were signing up already.

"Rock Band?" Castiel questioned.

"Oh good!" Lucifer's voice suddenly sounded and Dean gasped when he felt a weight over his shoulders. He turned to narrow his eyes at Lucifer, who had an arm around each Dean and Cas. He was grinning happily and damn, he was wasted.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

Castiel just shoved Lucifer back and the archangel just stumbled back a little, bumping into Michael, who caught him and helped him upright.

"We want to do that tournament but we need four people," Lucifer said.

"I do not wish to play this game," Michael said, staring at the sets of fake instruments for the game.

"Does that mean I earn an extra point?" Lucifer questioned.

"I don't even know how this game works," Michael pointed out.

"Neither do I," Castiel noted.

"It's so easy. There are colors on the screen and you hit the colors on your instrument in sync with it…come on," Lucifer quipped, "Let's go sign up."

Dean shrugged and smiled, "Hey, as long as I get to play guitar."

"I'll sing," Lucifer joined in a sing-song tone.

"What else would there be?" Castiel asked.

"I'll take the bass," Michael said quickly, not wanting to attempt the game drums.

Dean let out a laugh, "That leaves the drums to you, Cas."

Castiel turned his eyes to the 'drums' that were set up on a silly little stage. He just sighed, "Why not?"

"Sweet!" Dean said and he was surprised to see Lucifer practically drag the three of them over the table to sign up.

Once they wrote in their names and their parts, the woman questioned what the name of their band was.

"Uh…do we need one?" Dean asked.

"Call us Morningstar," Lucifer said with a smirk.

"No," Michael argued, "We should be called Michael's Angels."

"Team Free Will," Dean said with a laugh.

"But I don't agree," Lucifer countered. He, of course had put his name down as Luce to avoid odd looks.

"How about the Pizza Men?" Castiel asked with a slight smirk in Dean's direction.

Dean snorted and laughed with Castiel as Michael and Lucifer just looked confused.

"Pizza Men of the Lord," Dean said after a nod. Castiel let out a laugh and Michael and Lucifer just shrugged.

The woman arched a delicate eyebrow, "Alright," she said as she wrote it down, "You will be going up third."

Dean smirked and they all walked away.

. . .

"Now we just need one more person," Gabriel said, glancing around the room. He could already see that his brothers signed up for the tournament and he wanted to kick their butts.

"I'm sure anyone here is good at it," Sam noted, staring around at the people of all ages waiting around.

"Or…I could get Crowley," Gabriel mused, "I'm sure he'd love to play."

Sam just shook his head, "He is going to find a way to kill all of us one day. You shouldn't bother him."

Sam just sighed when Gabriel vanished, obviously going to get the poor demon. He turned to Balthazar, who was playing Pacman with a group of people watching, most likely admiring the skills.

"Hey, have you even played Rock Band before?" Sam questioned the angel.

"No, though I'm sure it's quite easy. Five colors, five buttons; simple," Balthazar replied smoothly as he racked up a score, "I'm taking the bass though."

Sam just nodded and was about to say something but Gabriel piped in, "I'll sing!"

The group of people all seemed to jump at the new appearances and Crowley was indeed standing there, staring around with interest.

"I'll take guitar," Sam said with a shrug, "Played it a while back. Really good at it, actually."

"That leaves you with the drums," Gabriel said with a smirk, patting the demon on the back.

Balthazar just stood up and left the game on its own. Another person immediately took over.

"I get to sit down, at least," Crowley said, looking on the brighter side.

"You don't seem pissed," Sam noted as they stood in line to sign up.

"I get a full six months without a peep from an angel," Crowley said, eyeing the two angels warily, "That's the deal if I take place in this ridiculous event."

"I already signed us up," Gabriel said with a smirk, "We are called 'Angelic Moose Demons'."

At that, Sam couldn't help but laugh, "What the hell?"

"I'm drunk," Gabriel admitted with a ridiculous grin that made Sam start to smile because he was pretty damn smashed as well.

"You two are immature," Balthazar said, taking a swig of his booze, "Where did the demon go?"

Sam used his height as an advantage and felt his stomach turn to see Crowley lean down and kiss some awkward middle aged man, "I think he's sealing a deal."

"Well, this would be the best place. I bet in an hour, you'll hear about some huge jackpot win," Balthazar said with a shrug.

. . .

It turned out, two bands would compete at a time and whoever won would move on. There were going to be eight bands. First two bands called themselves Poodle Pops and Vineyard; Vineyard won and would move on to the 'playoffs'.

"Sammy!" Dean said as he noticed his brother, "What are you doing here?"

Sam glanced over to see Dean and his band getting ready to go up against some group called 'Avenging Dolls'; it was an all chick group.

"Gabriel got us to join," Sam said with a shrug, noticing how the angels behind Dean stumbled onto the stage where they would play their instruments in front of everyone.

"Pizza Men of the Lord?" Balthazar questioned, arching an eyebrow at Dean.

Dean grinned and Sam chuckled as they both remembered that day. Things were so different back then.

"Well, what are you called?" Dean asked, just now noticing Crowley.

"Angelic Moose Demons," Sam said, finding it even stupid to say.

Dean let out a laugh then grunted as he was yanked towards the stage by a strangely eager Lucifer, who flipped Crowley the bird before turning.

"You sure you can do this, Cas?" Dean asked as the angel got comfortable by the fake drum set.

"I practiced over there," Castiel said, "You saw I didn't mess up at all. It is very simple."

Dean nodded and realized then how nervous he was with the dozens of people watching them. The other band was getting ready on the stage not far from them and the TV over the crowd was huge.

"Which box will be mine?" Castiel questioned

Dean glanced at the little button which was lit up, "You'll be the one in the middle," he said. The angel merely nodded and seemed to be testing out the object.

"What song are we doing?" Michael asked as he watched Lucifer start to fumble with the microphone.

"We won't know until it starts; it chooses a song at random," Lucifer said, staring up at the screen.

Once everything was set up, the Angelic Moose Demons stood in front to watch the Pizza Men of the Lord. Crowley had acquired a large glass of his favorite liquor which he almost dropped when the song started up.

"Are you serious?" Crowley growled with annoyance when he saw Lucifer's face light up with amusement when 'Mr. Crowley' began to start.

. . .

The tournament went on and Angelic Moose Demons performed 'Before I Forget'. Round two was now up and Dean laughed to see that they were performing against each other. He glanced over at Castiel, who had his back turned as he, Michael and Lucifer each drank from the angelic alcohol.

"You guys, we need to kick their asses," Dean noted as he walked over.

"I'm sure I can sing better than my brother," Lucifer said, glancing over to where Gabriel was chatting animatedly to Crowley, who was just lounged back in his seat.

"I don't know…he sang that Slipknot song pretty well," Dean mused, remembering the way the archangel had screamed. It was actually pretty damn awesome.

"I will beat Crowley," Castiel said firmly as he polished off the rest of the bottle. He sat down at the drum set and turned his attention to where Crowley was now staring back, smirking as he lifted his own drumsticks.

Dean glanced over to see Sam talking to Balthazar as they readjusted the straps. Yeah, he was drunk and was probably going to suck depending on the song they played. He was surprised at how well Sam did. He shouldn't have been though because his brother was a nerd.

After a few minutes, they were all set up and staring at the screens, waiting for the song to start. The announcer called the names of their bands and then the song began.

"Hell yeah," Dean said to himself as the familiar sound of helicopters in the beginning started the song 'One' by Metallica.

. . .

Everyone did fairly well…in the beginning. It was towards the end when Sam and Dean started screwing up on the solo because they didn't have supernatural mojo to help them out. Angelic Moose Demons ended up winning by one percent and they moved on to the finales where they lost terribly with 'Through the Fire and Flames.'

"Where to next?" Sam asked as they left the arcade.

"Hmm…Oh, we should go and crash a wedding!" Gabriel said, eyes lit as he stopped in the hall.

Dean laughed, "I'm sure there are plenty."

Gabriel smirked once more, "I have the perfect place," before anyone else could speak, he grabbed Sam and took off. Castiel followed with Dean then the rest of their crew, Crowley included. He decided it wouldn't be too bad.

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I hate writer's blocks. Couldn't finish this chappy the way I wanted. Again, sorry for the delay. Really trying to push through this block. And I'm watching the movie, Splash…so expect another chapter to contain a mermaid. O.O