Team Free Will must room with certain angels and demons as commanded by God himself. So for the next year they must live together in the bunker and get along so there is peace between the constantly fighting groups. This is going to be hilarious...
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The first few days were very difficult to get through most of the days were glares across the table. The Angels were having a difficult time adjusting to eating and sleep. I found myself cooking quite a lot. The demons just had to get back into the swing of it all, since they were once human. Cas was actually loving eating. Dean was making a lot of PB and J sandwiches for him. . . Day 5- 10:30 am I set the tray of pancakes on the library table, where we had been having our meals. Dean and Cas were unaccounted for, but Cas usually slept in and Dean had a late night, cleaning the kitchen after a failed attempt at baking pie. Then, the two walked in. They sat down and grabbed a plate of pancakes.
"It's Friday," Cas commented. Lucifer looked up from his pancakes.
"What happens on Fridays?" Lucifer asked.
"Friday is family game nights... We get drunk and play games and stuff," I explained, taking a sip of my coffee.
"I've never been drunk," Lucifer admitted.
"Hey guys, I know what we're gonna do today," Gabriel smirked. I looked his way before sighing.
"I'll go buy some snacks," I stood up.
"I'm coming with," Charlie got up as well. I caught the keys to the impala as Dean threw them to me.
"Be careful," Sam commented as I walked out the library.
"Careful's my middle name," I turned and smirked at him.
"I thought it was Jude?" Cas titled his head.
"Oh Cas," Dean sighed, patting his shoulder. I smiled at Charlie, and we giggled.
Still Day 5- 10:00 pm
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We all sat in a circle, like girls at a slumber party. Gabriel had the genius idea to play truth or dare... With no limitations. This was going to be very interesting. Gabriel of course started and looked to Crowley.
"Truth or Dare?" He asked with a smirk.
"Truth, only because I don't want you telling me to do something I'll regret later," Crowley replied, he was probably the most sober person in the group.
You're no fun," Gabriel pouted. "Fuck marry kill... Millie, Samsquatch, and Dean-o." My brothers and I glared at the archangel.
"Marry squirrel, screw the moose, and off the tiger," Crowley replied with no hesitation. He was triple Winchester bitch-faced.
"You've thought about this haven't you?" Balthazar looked to Crowley with a slight smile. Crowley just shrugged in response.
"So, Charlie..." Crowley looked to the said nerd. "Truth or dare?"
