Dean felt the pressure in his chest rise as he fiddled with the key in his hand. Only one? He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could look Gabriel directly in the face that way. "You son of a bitch! What kind of sick game is this?"

The mocking voice boomed throughout the room, "It's the game of life Deano. It's a brutal one."

"Dean!" Cas yelled, still dangling over the water. "Just help me out. We'll come back for Sam with help."

"That'll be enough from you Cassie." Gabriel smacked a slab of duct tape over Cas's mouth. "Now, Dean. Pick one."

"Just shut up you big bag of dicks!" Dean barked. "Besides, I can't even reach them. What does it matter if I pick one?"

Gabriel chuckled and instantly the floor was whole again. Cement platforms slid into place, completely covering up the water. "There. Now they're within reach."

Dean chuckled, "Well, you know, I really don't think you're doing justice for the ultimate prankster you know."

"Ohh?" He questioned, his pride shot, "How so?"

"Oh well, you probably don't want to hear it from me. But I must say you were oh so close."

"Close to what?!"

"Perfection. Being the best prankster ever." Dean smiled, smug as ever.

"What? What did I miss?!"

"Oh, you didn't miss much, but see, Cas and I are a little closer then you expected. I know when something's wrong."

"And? He's hanging upside down you moron. Of course something's wrong."

Dean smirked, and turned to the wall behind him. The voice was becoming more concentrated. Gabriel was focusing all his power on finding out what he missed. "Creating the illusion of water was clever. And that sting. Made it pretty life-like I'll admit."

Gabriel's voice was timid, but still firm, "What do you mean life-like?"

"No matter how angelic you are, breathing underwater easily is just... well, too supernatural."

"I still don't-"

"C'mon Gabe." Dean was now almost directly against the wall, his hand outstretched to it. "I'm not exactly the brightest bunch, but even I figured it out."

"What?! What did I miss?!" Gabriel was almost at a frantic tone now.

Dean felt along the wall, feeling the cracks and chips. Looking for something in particular. "Screw your tests." his finger caught on the special hole.

Bingo.

"What are you-"

"The Cas and Sam behind me are fakes!"

"What are you doing?!"

Dean inserted the key into the wall's small chip, "How long did you think I'd take? Were you just going to keep me playing around in here until I'm old?"

"Dean."

He clicked the key, listening as the wall crumbled, sliding from side to side. White light blinding, breaking through. He couldn't see at first, but he'd found it. Gabriel's set ups were always illusion. Which meant, wherever they were, really really just a room. A room with a door. Castiel wasn't Cas. He would've done more. He would've given himself up willingly. Because that's just who he was. Castiel would never have turned tail. "You screwed up Gabriel."

The light dimmed as Dean entered, looking at his unconscious friends on the floor, Gabriel standing right before him, the most confused look on his face.

The hunting knife at his side, Dean smiled sadistically, "Found you."