Everyone sat around the table, eating in silence.
There was a mutual agreement to put the game on pause for food, but nobody trusted anyone when it came to this. You all had your guns on the table, and everyone was at the ready. You even made sure to have yours loaded and aimed at Dean because you assumed if anyone was going to break this agreement, it'd be him.
"I have a question." Jack spoke up and when he didn't continue you told him,
"Shoot."
"Now what the hell do you mean by that?" Dean spat, eyeing you.
"For him to ask, Dean." Sam answered for you with a laugh.
"Just making sure." Dean shrugged.
"Who's winning?"
Everyone dropped their forks at his question and looked around for the current leader in the game.
"Cas, you, and Y/n are tied." Sam observed out loud.
"You look so weird in just a white tee shirt, Cas." You told him with a smile.
"Bad?" He asked, looking down at his shirt.
"Definitely not." You smirked and you felt Dean's glare on you from across the table, "I feel like you're nude."
"Babe." He growled and your attention snapped to him.
"What?" You widened your eyes and then smirked again when you lifted your drink to your lips, "I'm just saying."
After everyone ate and you all played for a while longer, leaving you in the current lead, everyone called it a night.
"Finally!" Dean cheered, coming into your room where you just changed into underwear and a tee shirt.
"Got sick of the game?" You mused, sitting up against the headboard.
"No," He shook his head with a smile as he approached the end of the bed, "I've just been dying to get you naked since that text."
"Oh no," You laughed, "I'm not sleeping with you."
His face fell immediately, and he looked at you with a pout.
"Why?"
"Until this game is over, you're my enemy," You told him nonchalantly, "You know your way out." You raised your eyebrows and then picked up the book from the nightstand, opening it to where you left off.
"Sweetheart." He insisted and you looked up at him, "I'm not gonna beg."
"It wouldn't do you any good." You shrugged.
"Fine," He huffed, crossing his arms, "You wanna play this game?"
"I'm already winning."
"Oh, no, baby," He laughed, shaking his head, "I'm talking about a different bet."
"I'm listening."
"No sex." He stated bluntly, "Teasing is fine," He expanded, and you laughed, "It's encouraged. But whoever breaks first loses."
"And what happens when you lose?" You bit your lip seductively and pulled your shirt up, noticing how he licked his lips, following your movements.
"If, uh," He swallowed, pulling his attention back to your face, "Whoever wins gets to decide what we do."
"For how long?" You practically moaned out and he groaned, shutting his eyes for a moment.
"Twenty-four hours."
"Whatever we want?"
"Yes, but I think you know what I want." He smirked and you nodded with a smile.
"Deal."
That night was interesting. Sure, you hadn't been dating Dean for that long, but you had quickly gotten used to having a pretty eventful time every night before sleeping next to him with his arms wrapped around you. But once you did fall asleep, you slept for over seven hours which felt amazing in the morning.
The next day, everyone kept the game up except when Sam and Cas ultimately lost, they decided to take a hunt that they soon found after. It left the bunker pretty empty with just the three of you now always on edge and avoiding each other.
Shots were fired, alliances were formed and broken, and a winner was declared after three days.
"I can't believe you won." You grumbled, picking up some bullets you shot out in a last attempt.
"Well, sweetheart," He smiled, getting close to your ear, "I always nail a challenge."
The way his voice dropped had you resisting the urge to just grab him, but then you remembered you were allowed to do everything but the actual act, so you grabbed his face and kissed him. He was surprised at first but then put his hands on your waist as yours went around his neck, holding him down at your level. He ghosted over your hips when your shirt rode up and his warm hands made you let out a hum into the kiss which he immediately deepened. His hands started to travel up and you let out a moan, still making out with him in the middle of the war room.
"Uh, guys?" Jack's voice broke the two of you away, "Did you forget I was here?" He looked at you both with a cringe, "Again?"
"Sorry, Jack." You tried not to laugh.
"Can't blame me." Dean offered him and you swatted his chest, "What? It's been a long couple of days since...you know."
"You giving in, Winchester?" You bit your lip, looked up at him, and traced your finger over his chest.
"Oh, fuck," He breathed and then cleared his throat before saying, "Nope. No. That twenty-four hours will be worth it."
"Yeah?" You quirked an eyebrow, continuing your actions, "What do you have planned?"
His eyes immediately darkened and out of the corner of your eye you saw Jack throw his arms up in defeat before leaving.
"So many things." He growled and it shot straight to where you wished it hadn't.
"Is that right?" You hummed and his grip tightened around you.
"You've just gotta cave, sweetheart, and then I'll show you."
"Not a chance."
Later, you, Jack, and Dean were hanging out watching a movie when Dean got a call.
"Sammy?" He picked up and you immediately paused the TV, "Okay," He paused, listening, and then added, "I'll be there by morning."
As soon as he hung up, you and Jack got up and headed for the door to get ready.
"Wait," He put his arm in front of you after Jack left the room and you looked at him in confusion, "You're not coming."
"Like hell I'm not." You scoffed, crossing your arms.
"It's djinns."
You opened your mouth to speak and then shut it, darting your eyes away.
"So?" You practically whispered and then louder, you added, "I've killed plenty of them before."
"On your own," He turned to you, "This is a group hunt now and I can't risk it getting out of hand."
You stared him down, wanting to just push past him, but then you thought better of it.
"Okay."
"Okay?" He asked, surprised, "That's it? No arguing?"
"You better get going," You smirked, "If they have Cas, it's gonna be hard to pull him out."
"I'll be back soon, okay?" He offered a small smile and you kissed him quickly.
"Don't get dead, Winchester."
Like hell you were sitting this out.
After they left, you got out a few silver blades dipped in lamb's blood that you found in the storage room of the bunker, grabbed a shot gun and strapped your thigh holstered with a pistol as well as your angel blade dagger in your boot. You tied up your hair, rolled up your sleeves, and gassed it to Georgia after you tracked Sam's phone.
