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“I can tell if they’re going to Hell, but I can’t necessarily tell which kingdom they’re going to from a look alone. If I knew what they were like, I could probably figure it out. If my siblings called dibs, I might know too. Why? Do you want me to call dibs on you too?” They didn’t know Dean as well as Sam, but if Sam wanted him to be in their kingdom with him, they could make it happen. “Probably.” Belphegor shrugged. The world was full of sinners. Everyone was bound to know some. They looked over the business card Dean handed them. “Why would I call the FBI over the things I deal with?”
Dean was a walking sin. He was gluttonous and over indulgent. Lustful, wrathful, jealous, prideful...you name it. He and Sam cut corners sometimes by making bad deals with demons so for all he knew, he could be going to Belphegor’s kingdom. “I’ll take my changes and play the lottery. See which one of my sins wins out in the end.” He hoped it wasn’t his wrath, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was. “Oh, that’s not a number for the feds. It’s for one of my burner phones.”















