Supernatural/Dogma += Skee Ball Sabbatical (Sam, Dean, Castiel, PG-13, 286w)

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» Title: Skee Ball Sabbatical
» Fandom: Supernatural, Dogma
» Warnings: Crossover
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel
» Summary: Sam and Dean had heard the rumour, but they hadn’t put any stock in it.
» A/N: Originally written here for araine in comment_fic.


Sam and Dean had heard the rumour, but they hadn’t put any stock in it.

It was an urban legend, a geeky in-joke that the last time existence (not just the world) had almost ended, God had been nurturing his inner skeeball fanatic. Before he was mugged and bound to human flesh.

Because, really… skeeball?

And even if it were true, there was no way that God would have been so obvious the second time around. Someone would have found him already.

When they landed in Philadelphia, purported home of where it all began, Castiel had taken one turn of the tournament alley and visibly stiffened.

“Son of a bitch,” the angel cursed. Castiel’s face darkened and he stalked towards the championship finals alley where a middle-aged man was being congratulated by his team.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look and dashed after him.

“He’s going to be pissed when he finds out we knew about the legend,” Sam muttered under his breath.

Dean threw him an incredulous look. “No, he’s not, ‘cause it was a friggin’ urban myth and he’s not going to find out.”

“If Cas gets any more pissed, he could mouth off at his Dad and we’d lose the only angel on our side….” Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother, who sighed knowingly.

“… Leaving us screwed. More.”

They halted a few steps back, Sam rested his hands on his hips as they watched Castiel charge his way through the crowd. He shrugged, but his face was worried as he looked from Castiel to his brother.

“So?”

Dean pursed his lips and considered it.

“It’s Cas, he’ll be fine.”

“If he gets smote, it was your bad influence.”

“Shut up, Martha.”