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Cas sighed, going on his tippy toes to see how many people were still ahead of him. The line was so long that he didn’t even try to count how many there were. It seemed unending as if this would literally last for all of eternity… wait.
“Am I in Hell?” Cas accidenatlly asks allowed.
The guy in front of him turns to answer and pauses. His face looks just like…
“Alcal?” Cas exclaims.
He finally looks around and sees the stone walls beside them all, guiding them toward some unknown destination. He looks down at himself and for some reason he’s wearing a trenchcoat.
“I’m Fucker. You’re Cas right?” the guy in front asks.
“I… yeah people call me that… the last thing I remember is talking to my friends on discord and Row was chanting something,” Cas paused, attemoting to draw these faded memories forward.
“Me too.”
Cas blinked a few times, trying to process this. “So you’re… from the same discord server?”
Fucker nods, “yeah and now we’re both in Hell I guess.”
“Does that mean… you’re Fucker? My stupid bastard?”
“Well, yeah. Hello dad,” he waves.
Cas isn’t quite sure how to react. Meeting Fucker finally is amazon but meeting him in Hell is… not something he had expected.
Fucker turns suddenly and for seemingly no reason. Confused, Cas does the same. Red is all he sees.
Red wavy hair a few feet away and bright red gown. A gold necklace catches the light and almost blinds him. There is only one person who can be that effortlessly magestic. Rowena.
“Is that Row?” he asks in a hushed voice.
“Yeah. Actually we run things together,” he stepped out of the line. “They offered me the position about an hour before you showed up.”
Cas wanted to drink some water even though he wasn’t technially in a physical body. Before he could begin to understand what he was being told, Row walked up.
“I am your queen now, Cassie. Well, officially,” she smirks.
Cas rolls his eyes, “it’s nice to meet you but what the fuck is happening?!”
“You are in Hell. I know you’re slow but how many times do you need this explained to you?”
Cas rubs his forehead, growing more and more fed up. “Okay is anyone else here? Dean? Anna? Mar?”
Row says nothing, eyeing Fucker as if there was some sort of inside joke. Cas looks at both of them, as if he can read their mind.
“In a way,” Row finally answers.
Cas is going to go crazier than when he was alive.