Dean found World of Warcraft to be surprisingly addicting which was probably why he hadn't noticed the fact that he'd spent an entire week as The Mikester wreaking havoc across Azeroth, and storming dungeons with the Great Adversary by his side. Unlike most gamers who spent an entire week online, there was no detritus of dirty dishes and food wrappers surrounding him, he didn't smell particularly ripe, and he wasn't about to drop dead from exhaustion. The only clue that he'd gotten that he'd spent a little too much time online was when an very angry looking Castiel snatched his laptop away from him and threw it against the wall.
"Hey!" he yelled as the computer shattered.
"While you were playing that, that...game, someone, presumably Lucifer, massacred the entire town of Carthage, Missouri and summoned Death." Cas said, sounding absolutely furious.
Cas looked so adorable when he was angry. Dean found himself wanting to gather little Cas up into a hug and give him ice-cream or something like that. Castiel was probably the most tolerable little brother out of the lot of brats Dad had created after him, Gabe, Raph, and Luce. The fact that Cas was trying to help him rather than be a dick about the whole Apocalypse thing had shifted him up to favorite brother.
What Cas said finally registered through the whole Cas being adorable thing.
"WHAT? !" Dean yelled jumping up from the seat he'd occupied for an entire week while an increasingly annoyed Bobby started treating him like part of the furniture, even going so far as to dust him at one point.
"Is something wrong Dean?" Sam asked, not even looking up from his own computer where the Great Adversary was storming a dungeon despite the fact that The Mikester was no longer by his side.
"Lucifer went and raised Death!" Dean yelled as he started pacing and working out the kinks in the wings he refused to acknowledge he had.
"Huh, Death's in this game?" Sam asked from where he was staring at his computer screen blankly.
"No Sam, he is, or was in Carthage, Missouri which, by the way, was completely massacred while we were dicking around on the internet!" Dean replied, still yelling, pissed at himself for completely forgetting about the Apocalypse.
"Oh...shit." Sam said as he finally logged off when what Dean had yelled registered.
It was at that point that Gabriel walked in the door wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a shit-eating grin.
"Hi boys, I heard you screwed the pooch, and I decided to drop by to help." Gabriel said as he summoned an Almond Joy from a convenience store three states away. He could've made his own, but he couldn't get the taste quite right for some strange reason.
"Why would Dean fornicate with a dog, and why would you assist him?" Castiel asked, giving Gabriel his birdlike "I have no effing clue what the hell you just said or why" look.
"Now I see why you guys keep him around." Gabriel said before slinging an arm over Castiel's shoulders and pulling him in for a brotherly half-hug, not letting go when Cas struggled, trying to pull away. "He's adorable."
"That he is." Dean said as a half-awake Bobby came down the stairs to see who was making all of that racket at three a.m..
"What are you idjits doing?" Bobby asked as he watched Sam and Dean watch Gabriel tussle with Cas.
"Um, we were playing World of Warcraft until Cas and Gabriel dropped by." Sam said.
"I thought this place was warded against angels finding it." Bobby said as the newest visitor took the opportunity of the distraction Bobby had caused to pin Castiel to the floor.
"Phone book." Gabriel replied from the floor where he had Cas pinned in a head-lock. "Flip to the Yellow Pages, look for Singer Salvage, and voila, address."
"What're you doing here?" Bobby asked the trickster angel.
"I came to help stop the Apocalypse that the two dimwits here forgot about." Gabriel replied as he released Cas.
"World of Warcraft is kinda addicting." Sam said from his spot at Bobby's desk.
"Tell me about it." Gabriel said. "I once spent an entire month...Uh, I mean, that's no excuse for forgetting something so important and letting all of those poor people die Lucy."
"What did you call me?" Sam asked, giving Gabriel a look that, if it could kill...Let's just say that Bobby would have spent the rest of the day cleaning Gabriel chunks off of his walls, furniture, and books.
"Nothing Gigantor." Gabriel said, rapidly backpedaling.
Sam gave Gabriel another Look.
"Fine, Sam." Gabriel finally said, looking subservient for about half a second before springing back to his usual self.
It was at that point that Bobby's home phone rang.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"What about Carthage?" Bobby asked a couple seconds later.
"WHAT? !" Bobby yelled.
"Who was that Bobby?" Dean asked when the old hunter finally hung up the phone.
"That was Ellen." a rather pissed looking Bobby said. "Apparently while you two idjits were glued to your computers, someone massacred the entire town of Carthage, Missouri."
Dean winced.
"I think it's about time I went for a walk." Dean said as he turned to leave the house.
"Uh, me too." a slightly cowed looking Sam said the instant Dean was gone.
If the entire town of Carthage, Missouri happened to be resurrected with absolutely no memory of what happened while Sam and Dean were on their walk, they had absolutely nothing to do with it. That's their story and they were sticking to it.
Bobby spent three days fielding non-stop calls from hunters about the massacre and subsequent resurrection of Carthage Missouri.