"So, whaddya say, boys?" You looked to the rest and Sam had an amused smile on his face before shrugging, "We've got plenty and I say we keep score."
"Oh, hell yeah!" Dean grinned and held the gun up, looking at you with fire in his eyes.
After the guns and ammo were divvied up between the five of you, Sam called Garth and he was happy to take the case since he was nearby.
Every time someone gets hit, they have to draw a mark on their shirt, surprisingly everyone had white tee shirts to make it easier, and anyone who gets ten marks is out, leaving the winner.
"What does the winner get?" Sam asked and you thought for a moment.
"Anything they want within reason?" You suggested and everyone nodded.
"Ten seconds to start!" Dean shouted and everyone ran around the bunker.
You hid in the electrical room, gun at the ready and ammo worn like a sash across your chest and around your back. You knew the ten seconds was long over, so you crept out on the balls of your feet. Knowing Cas was anything but subtle when it came to most things, especially hunting, he was more of a grand entrance kind of guy, you were going after him first.
Rounding the back hallway towards the kitchen, you heard rustling. You whipped your gun to point in the kitchen but found nobody. Walking in cautiously, you eyed the chip bag on the table and just as you swung around, you were shot.
"Dammit, Winchester." You whispered a complaint, but there was a smile on your face.
"Let me." He smirked, taking his marker from his pocket and drawing a line right down your breast.
"Nice." You rolled your eyes and he laughed, but then held a finger to his lips as he snuck back out into the hall.
You took the other way since the rules were also that you couldn't shoot someone twice in a row unless it had been over a few minutes, and you didn't want to take a cheap shot at him.
Seeing the boys in white tee shirts was kind of a new sight, only used to seeing them in layers and dark colors.
Sam was in the library, typical, but he was swift, so you had to be careful.
Strategizing, you threw a book down the room and he got distracted so you shot him and did a silent victory dance as he scowled at you, not wanting to alert anyone you were in here.
"You're gonna pay for that!" He threatened with a smile as he drew on his shirt and you ran off.
Reaching the garage, you heard a distinctive, 'My apologies' from Cas making you have to hold in a laugh.
"It's the game, buddy! You did good." Dean told him and you got an evil idea.
Sneaking inside and ducking behind Baby, you waited until they were walking out the room, it's like just hold hands already, and then popped out to shoot them both before they could even lift their guns.
"Ha! Yes!" You cheered, doing a small dance while they sighed in defeat.
"I better not be losing." Dean mumbled, seeing he now had three marks and you and Cas only had one each.
"Have you seen Sam?" You smirked, "He has four marks," You started skipping away, "Bout to be five!"
It was weird that you haven't seen Jack all this time, but you figured you were just missing him.
Passing the kitchen again, you heard voices, so you stood back and waited.
"If we team up, we can take the others down," Sam was telling Jack, "And then when it's just us we'll claim victory."
