A/N: hi everybody! (Insert "Hi, Doctor Nick!" Here) I was over at a friend's house playing DnD the other day, (we killed a manticore and one of my teammates shoved a sword up its butt because we are incredibly immature) and I got inspired to write for this again! So yeah, have fun!

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"Ugh, God. Charlie it's like five in the morning, why'd ya' have to wake us up?..." Dean groaned, trying to swat away the red-head's hand that was currently trying to shake him awake while Cas attempted to wake up Sam -who had a much better reaction considering that he was a morning person-. Dean practically heard Charlie's eye-roll as she explained again.

"I told you. Bobby wants us up and moving relatively soon so we can figure out why Gabriel put us here." The half-Orc grunted again and finally sat up. "He lives!" She said sarcastically, moving off of the bed.

Dean rolled his eyes at her and glanced over at Cas, still slightly unsettled by his demon-like appearance but slowly starting to get used to it. In all honesty it was actually pretty cool. Dean was drawn out of his musings by Charlie loudly clearing her throat and motioning for him to get a move on once she had his attention.

Sam stretched and got out of bed without complaining, grabbing his supplies and making his way to Bobby's room to get him before heading down to the tavern with the rest of his group for breakfast.

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The tavern was less busy than it'd been last night, but still quite bustling. People and creatures of all shapes and sizes sat sharing pints of mead, -wait a minute, wasn't it only five in the morning?- eating, and talking about things that would only be common in a fantasy world.

The small party made their way over to one of the large, well-worn, scrubbed oak tables that littered the tavern and sat down, each ordering their preferred breakfast before beginning to discuss their plan of action.

"So.-" Charlie started, making sure she had everyone's attention before continuing. "-What exactly are we going to do? I'm pretty sure Gabriel wants us to complete a quest in order to get out of here, and that means fighting some giant monster, so we should probably get our hands on some sort of newspaper in order to try and find what will lead us to said monster."

The rest of the group nodded their approval, seemingly satisfied with her plan.

"Well you know more than any of us about this game, Charlie. So you should lead the way on this quest of ours," Cas said thoughtfully, attempting to ignore the stares he was getting from some of the bar patrons. What was it with this town and Tieflings?!

The group nodded again before a loud shout interrupted their conversation.

"Hey! Tiefling!"

Castiel's head turned and he tilted his head in confusion when he recognized the man who'd insulted him back at the armoury.

"Can I help you?" Castiel asked.

"What're you doing here, Tiefling? Shouldn't you be off theivin' or assassinating somebody?" Came the slurred and bellowed reply. Seriously, what was this guy's deal?

"Hey, back off!-" Dean exclaimed, hand momentarily going to the handle of the morning star attached to his belt before catching himself and settling for balling it into a fist instead. "-What's your problem anyway?!"

"Mind your own business, half-Orc. This is between me and the demon spawn." The man said, eyes narrowing threateningly at Castiel who tensed and unconsciously reached for his angel blade only to remember he didn't have it.

"You're yelling at and insulting my friend, I'd say it's my business!" Dean retorted heatedly.

"Whatever. If I were you I wouldn't be wastin' my time with his kind though. Bunch of demonic, untrustworthy, no-good wastes of space if you ask me..."

Dean was out of his seat and in front of the guy before he could blink, throwing a punch that landed squarely on the guy's nose.

"Dean, stop!" Cas's voice exclaimed from somewhere behind him. "It's not worth it!"

"Yeah that's right, Teifling, afraid to get your hands dirty arent'cha?" The man leered, smirking even though his nose was beginning to swell from the force of the elder Winchester's punch. While everyone was distracted he quickly threw a punch of his own, hitting Dean in the cheek with a mean right-hook.

"Dean!" Cas shouted urgently, moving to run forward before one of the guy's companions grabbed his tail and yanked him backwards, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain before he was grabbed and thrown into an adjacent table by the surprising strength of his attacker. He groaned and attempted to get up from the remains of the furniture before he was pinned down and a dagger was pressed against his jugular.

The whole bar stopped, all of the patrons frozen in time except for the party of adventurers and their opponents, all but the one with the dagger melting away into thin air. The only sound in the bar being Castiel's laboured breathing as he attempted not to inadvertently cut his throat.

"What the hell?! Get the fuck off of him!" Dean shouted angrily, moving to step forward before the guy holding Cas spoke up.

"Take one more step and I'll slit his throat."

Dean growled but obeyed the order as he stood stock-still, not wanting to put his friend in any more danger than he was already in.

"What do you want." The half-Orc demanded, baring sharp teeth at Cas's assailant and thinking of all the different ways he could tear the guy apart for threatening his family.

"For you dunderheads to get on with the quest already!" The guy replied in a familiar voice. Oh, God, please don't let it be- the figure shifted into the form of the archangel and Dean groaned internally, of course he would be behind this.

"Gabrie-mph!" Cas started before Gabriel slammed a hand over his mouth, winking at him before turning back towards Dean.

"I see you guys have adjusted quickly! I thought it would take more time to get used to Cassie here but it seems I was wrong." Gabriel said, mischief glinting in his eyes as he held down a futilely struggling Castiel, hand still in place to keep the angel from speaking.

"Get off of him, Gabriel." Sam said, apparently suddenly deciding to join the conversation as apposed to just standing there in shock as he had been previously.

"Well don't you look pretty, Sammy? A regular Legolas!" Gabriel replied, turning his whiskey-coloured eyes on the younger Winchester while the older was still glaring at him- if looks could kill...

"Umm, excuse me, Mr. Uhh... Archangel, sir..." Charlie said timidly barely resisting the urge to flinch when Gabriel turned his gaze on her and smirked.

"Charlie Bradbury, right?" He asked, receiving a scared nod from the red-head.

"If you... Wouldn't mind letting go of Castiel then..." Charlie tried to continue, failing to keep her voice calm and eyes widening slightly when the archangel let out a boisterous laugh.

"Fine. I only came to give you guys a message anyway," Gabriel sighed, reluctantly releasing his little brother and smirking when the younger angel gave him a death-glare.

"And what message would that be?" Dean asked gruffly, relaxing slightly now that Cas was out of immediate danger.

"Check your pockets." Gabriel replied simply, and before any of them could ask what that meant, he disappeared. All of the bar patrons unfroze, seemingly having no memory that a fight had taken place and returning to their own little worlds.

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A/N: well that's chapter three done! What'd you guys think? Please leave a review and let me know, (and yes I realize I might have put a little bit of unintentional Destiel in there with Dean being the overprotective worried boyfriend that he is but I swear I didn't mean it! I'm trying to keep this story slash-free but it's difficult...)