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Ready, Set, Bowl!

"Cas, you have to let go of the ball. How have you seriously never learned how to bowl?" You commented.

"As an angel of the lord it was not one of my duties to... bowl." He turned towards you all, the bowling ball still in his grasp. "Why are we here anyway?"

"Y/N wants to win this stupid tournament." Dean scoffed.

"Ah, no. Not stupid. This is for a case." You retorted, standing up.

"How does this have anything to do with a case?" Sam inquired as his eyes followed you.

"I'm glad you asked Sammy boy. I have reason to believe that a witch has been here. Before you say anything, hear me out," You said quickly, seeing their faces start to contort. "The witch has been pulling some strings to always win at this specific bowling alley. Now that they've qualified for the tournament, they're gonna wanna win."

"And you came to this conclusion... how?"

"Dean, I'm trying to explain." You huffed. "So I'm thinking that if we make it to the last stages of the tournament, the last person we go up against has to be the witch. If we beat them, they'll get mad and then we can get em."

"Why not just take them down once we get to the final bowl?" Cas finally joined you guys near the sofa situated behind the lane you guys had.

"Because... it'll be fun to see their face after they've lost." You admitted and saw Dean smile.

"I like this idea. I hate witches." He mumbled.

"How many people are in this tournament?" Sam asked.

"Not many. Just like ten or so teams."

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"This is not just ten or so teams, Y/N."

"I'm sorry! I didn't know this many people would show up!" You argued.

The place was packed, a team on every lane and even more, waiting for some team to fail so they could take over that lane.

"It's gonna be fine guys." You hoped out loud, trying to convince yourself more than the others.

You waited around for a while, watching as all of the other teams either did well or absolutely horrible. Whenever it got to your turn, you would take it, everyone doing the best they could.

"Cas, can't you do some angel stuff and just get a strike?" Dean groaned out, watching as Cas rolled yet another ball into the gutter.

"Dean." He said with a warning hinting in his voice. Dean held his hands up in defense and you laughed. "Your turn Sam."

Sam straightened out as he stood up and went up to take his turn. While observing your team, Sam and Dean seemed to be doing the best. You figured it was because they had made it a competition amongst themselves.

"Alright tournament people, we now are left with four teams. The Inkos, Losechesters, Bicarbonate Allies, and Utopia Prowlers." As the announcer paused, you noticed Sam and Dean give you a look. "We'll have all the teams come together to these center lanes please. We will have the Inkos and Bicarbonate allies against each other, and then the Losechesters and Utopia Prowlers."

They finished their announcement and everyone started to move around. You felt like you could finally breathe since most of the teams had left, not wanting to watch someone else win.

"What the hell?" Dean asked after he took his turn.

"I wanted to go with a funny name. Plus, the witch won't know it's us."

"Yeah because it totally doesn't sound like Winchester." Sam scoffed but had a playful smile on his face.

You watched as Cas went again and rolled yet another bowling ball in the gutter. He clearly wasn't the strongest player. Then again you weren't that much of a star either.

While looking at the teams, you could already tell which one you were going to end up going up against. The Biocarbonate Allies seemed to be doing the best. That had to be the team the witch was on.

By the time you had beaten the Utopia Prowlers, it was already late in the day, and you were tired. You yawned as your team set up to go against the other winning team, just as you suspected, the Biocarbonate Allies.

"To spice this competition up a little, we will be picking one random member from each team and making them go on a one on one match. You'll only do one frame so make it count. Now let's see who'll be going."

"Hopefully it'll be me."

"You? I've done better than you this whole time." Sam retorted right after Dean had said something.

"Veronica and Castiel!"

"Son of a bitch." Dean rubbed a hand down his face. "The one person."

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad." Cas defended.

"Cas, don't take this the wrong way. but I have almost no faith in you." You said in the nicest way you could. "This just isn't something you've been good at."

"I can do it, I know I can."

With that, he went up to the lane and took his shot, rolling another gutter ball. He turned around with an undistinguished look on his face and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dean cleared his throat and not so discreetly looked at his gun. "Want to just get em now?"

"Yeah..." You sighed. You really wanted the satisfaction of beating them, to see the look on their face.

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Which is why my tumblr page is empty

Mood.

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hi, this is my husband, Spencer, he's a federal agent. me? oh no, the closest to being a fed I'll ever be is fed up

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Thoughts on dilfs ?

Well I'd like to fuck them obviously

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