"This has to be the stupidest shit I have ever seen." Dean sneered. "I can't believe you told us this was the emergency (Y/N)."

"It is the emergency, Dean." You said, waggling your phone at the hunter. "Now that I got your guy's new phones after you broke your old ones at the hunt, we can play Among Us together!"

"But did you really have to call an emergency meeting to give us our phones and install a $2 video game on them?" Sam raised his eyebrows, staring at all the little floating, multi-colored astronauts on the home screen.

"(Y/N) it's not even like a real video game. There is no guns, or blood, or fighting or anything that makes video games cool." Dean slumped down on a chair in the library, phone in his lap. "I mean what's even the point if you can't fight and kill something."

"Well Dean there is all of those things... in like a 3-second cut scene if your the imposter and you kill someone," Sam muttered.

"Wha- are you... are you actually playing it right now?" Dean stared at his brother in disbelief.  

Sam's head shot up and he sheepishly smiled, "Pfff, n-no."

"Oh my god, I thought you couldn't get more nerdier than you are already." 

"Dean it's not like we have much else to do, no leads on a hunt and nobody else needs our help right now. We could do with a little family time." Sam shrugged, content with staying in for the night.

"Pshhh family night." 

"Okay yep, it's really simple, you can move like this and then just tap the highlighted places to do your tasks..." You whispered.

"(Y/N) I still do not fully understand the concept of the game. And from what I can tell you can't just fix wires by matching them to their colors and a space ship of that size would take much more fuel than that-" 

You and Cas were huddled over by some bookshelves while you tried to show the angel how to play your favorite mobile game. The poor guy didn't even know what was happening when you snatched his phone to download the game. 

"Shhhh Cas it's just fun to play okay. I told you the premise of it, you're either a crewmate or an imposter. Crewmates have to do tasks, not die, and vote out the imposters. Imposters just kill and sabotage everything." You explained, walking him through the practice mode so he could try it.

"But there is no storyline. (Y/N), you know that in order to captivate an audience there has to be a storyline-"

"(Y/N) what the hell are you doing." Dean caught a glimpse of the two and figured something suspicious would be up.

"Totally not stealing your boyfriend and teaching him how to play Among Us." You lied, hiding your phones behind your back and grinning. Cas looked down at you and then back at his boyfriend, smiling awkwardly.

With a long sigh, Dean grabbed Cas by the hand and dragged him back to the center tables. 

"Cas, don't let her brainwash you with her dumb space games."

"Dean you also have dumb space games."

"You did not just call Space Invaders dumb. It is a classic!

The two lovebirds bickered back and forth about dumb space games while you rallied up Jack and showed him how to play as well. Everyone was going to play and everyone was going to have fun, dammit, it was family night and you would be damned if you didn't try to get the boys to do something other than drink beer and watch old ass movies.

So you sat the boys down at the table, beers and food had been distributed and everyone had some concept on what was happening within the game. It was hard convincing a certain someone that the game was actually fun, and after some practice rounds playing and a little talking up from Cas, you could see Dean start to get into his competitive side.

"Alright, so you guys wanna play a public game then? Other people won't let you get away with publicly announcing that you didn't know why your name is in red... Jack." You snickered.

"Well (Y/N), I didn't understand why. I thought I was special... or something." Jack smiled

"Oh Jack, you're definitely something." You said, "Alright so yes? Public game?"

"Yeah I'm down, Sam prepare to die. You won't even finish a task." Dean mocked, taking a sip of beer before entering in a room code.

"Dean you don't even know if you will be the imposter or not." Sam rolled his eyes, selecting his color, which was yellow.

"Nah I got this, trust me." Dean picked red, like his flannels, otherwise he was black for his Impala.

"(Y/N) blue is gone, what color can I be." Cas pointed at the chart of colors, mildly concerned he cannot be blue this round.

"Go for pink, matches the color of your cheeks when I-" 

"Dean! Jack is at the table." You hissed, looking over at the oblivious nephilim.

"The kid could learn a little bit about the birds and the bees, I mean look at him." Dean shrugged, pointed over to Jack.

"Dean he may look like a normal young adult but the kid is like technically three or something." Sam budded in, giving his brother a knowing look. 

"Okay shut up I'm starting." You pressed play and waited to see which role you would play this round. Everyone knew not to snitch on who the imposter(s) were if they died, sort of an honor system, no one likes a snitch. 

Crewmate. Okay usually what happened, but you looked around to see if anyone was having trouble hiding the fact that they were the imposter. So far everyone was stone-faced, they have all really gotten into it after a few practice rounds.

You were the type to just finish all your tasks right away and then sit on cams. Dean was about the complete opposite, he wanted to be mister detective and prowl the map for the imposter, completely ignoring any tasks until the last possible second. The amount of times Dean was the last one to finish or even start his tasks were high, so everyone got on his ass about it. The hunter also had almost too much fun killing the other crewmates as the imposter. Electrical was a deadly place to be in with Dean, you better book it fast if you saw a red and stubby atsronaut run your way. 

Sam and Jack had the highest death rate, they didn't pay enough attention to who was in the room with them and were always the first to die. Their downloads always got interrupted, they could never start the reactor in one go, and those gas cans got filled about every 5 minutes. Sam and Jack had some pretty poor timing. But they were pretty happy zipping around being a ghost and fixing shit. Jack didn't like to be the imposter, as even killing his friends in a video game made him upset to some degree, so he stuck to sabotaging about everything he could. Sam became a very, very, almost suspiciously good liar when it came to tricking people that he was safe. Decent killer, but manipulative as hell. 

Cas on the other hand was an average crewmate due to the fact that he had a hard time understanding that these tasks did not accurately reflect how they would be done in real life and questioned them everytime he did them. However, this man was a fierce imposter, if the kill cooldown wasn't high enough, just about everyone would be dead before the first report. Not to mention Cas never let anyone have a break when it came to sabotages, if the oxygen wasn't depeleting or the reactor wasn't melting, then you were trapped in a room that you didn't need to do a task in, and then probably killed since Cas loves the vents. 

"Jack , you died again?" You asked, staring down at the corpse of a little orange astronaut.

"Yes. I was just tryng to navigate our course." He huffed, slightly annoyed.

"Oh its okay, if I know anything Sam will probably be the next to die" You joked. "You two can float aorund together."

Jack gave you a signature cinnamon roll smile amd watched the discussion unfold. If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought he came from a drop of sunshine.

 As it turns out, Dean had caught another player venting, after some snooping around and not doing his tasks that is. So he called an emergency meeting and accused cyan of the heinous act.

"Hah! Got the son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, taking a celebratory sip of beer. "Cyan is always so sus." 

"It's just -sus- Dean, not 'so sus', makes you sound like so nooby." Sam snorted, breaking away from the cafeteria to go finish his tasks. 

Dean just made a face at his brother, grabbed a handful of take out fries and-

"Oh what the hell! I had't even moved yet!" And there lay the torso of red on the cafeteria floor.

So it was down to you, Cas, Sam, and one other random player. You didnt sus anyone yet, Cas was always a sneaky bastard but Sam could lie his way out of anything. So the round was skipped in hope there would be more evidence on the next body to vote someone out next.

So walked your little purple ass into electrical and boom, lime was cut in half on the floor. You were about to report and the doors shut and here comes Cas, popping out of the vent. Sly little shit. And before you could hit the report button, Cas had effectively killed you, making him the winner of the game.

"Dammit Cas! I knew you were being too quiet this whole round." 

"You weren't supposed to find that (Y/N)." Cas smiled, content with another win under his belt.

"Good job baby.... Sam, Jack, (Y/N), you want anything from the kitchen?" Dean stood up and kissed Cas on the cheek.

"A beer." Sam replied.

"Jack, (Y/N)- wha-what are you two doing?" Dean looks over at the two of you.

"I'm helping Jack, he is kinda sucking on not dying, so just showing him some tips and tricks. You replied.

"Yes, (Y/N) says that I am a noob." It was obvious Jack had no idea what that meant, but nonetheless he smiled anyway.

"Oh my god." Dean rolled his eyes and headed back to the kitchen.

The five of you played well into the night, Jack and Sam became better at not dying immediately and Dean finally figured out that tasks do kind of need to get done in order to win if you can't find the imposter. And Cas got over his small existential crisis of the tasks not be true to real life. However, eventually the night went from take out and beers to pulling out the liquor stash and playing drunk Among Us, but due to the fact that Cas and Jack were angels and it took quite a bit more to get their drunk brains going, you told them they could only play with one hand. In theory it sounds easy, but reality not so much.

So you woke up to find yourself slumped up against Sam, the big teddy bear had his arms curled around you protectively and he was fast asleep. You both were on one of the couches in the library lounge, how you ended up there you had no idea. But now you really had to pee. So you very carefully relased yourself from his grip, placed his head on some pillows and snuck your way to the bathroom without waking anyone else. When you came back you saw Jack curled up in one of the recliners with Miracle, but he was awake and sitting on his phone petting the pup.

"Good morning (Y/N)." Jack said, looking up at you with a smile.

"Hey Jack, morning. Do you have any idea how Sam and I ended up over there?" You questioned, taking a seat next to him. 

"Well, you and Sam were very drunk. Your phone had died and everyone else was still playing the game, I think you were complaining about being cold and then you started hugging Sam." Jack recalled, still petting Miracle. "I think you managed to drag him over to the couch to 'warm up' as you say, and then you both kind of fell asleep."

You nodded, not surprised at your drunk self. "Huh, fair. What about Dean an- oh my."

Dean made his entrance from the kitchen into the library, a bath robe was the only thing covering his decency, and his skin was peppered with hickies and bit marks.

"Well good morning Dean, looks like someone had a rather fun night." You laughed, watching Dean plop down on one of the recliners.

Dean gave you a knowing smirk. "You didn't do too bad yourself (Y/N), with Sam." The hunter grabbed his massive plate of bacon and began to chow down, offering you a piece.

You grabbed some bacon, not realizing how hungry you were until you smelled the food. "Oh shut up, my clothes are still very much intact and I was drunk, Jack told me what happened. I was just cold." You stated innocently.

"No, you were very, very warm (Y/N). I think you were just trying to get into my pants." Sam replied, stretching and pulling himself up into a sitting position.

"Wouldn't be the first time...." You muttered.

"What was that?" Sam perked up, eyeing you.

"Nothing! Oh hey Cas!"

"Good morning (Y/N), Sam, Jack." Cas nodded at the three of you. "Hello Dean."

"Hey Cas." Cas leaned down and kissed his hunter on the lips, the angel's clothes heavily disheveled.

You looked around at your happy little family, it was a successful family night for sure.

Author's Note

Sorry, the ending made me mad so here I am writing in my own Destiel because I need it.

I hope you all enjoy!

Glad to write again after years.

~AvengingSupernatural