Somewhere out there, there is a universe with Demon Dean, Boyking Sam, and Fallen Cas. Fun theory, no?
“Oh God,” Dean chokes, his face turning white. “That...that’s a terrible theory!”
“How would that even work?” Sam asks, looking more green than white. “If I’d become the ‘boyking’ as Azazel had planned, I’d just be groomed for Lucifer. Then I’d just be his willing vessel, and I wouldn’t be king of anything!”
“And as a fallen angel, I would be powerless to prevent either of you from utter destruction,” Castiel adds.
“Unless by ‘fallen’ they mean ‘ate all the souls and became god for a few days,’” Dean says weakly.
Castiel considers it. “It would not give me much time. But I would not require more than an hour or two to stop either of you with the amount of power I had.”
“Cas! This isn’t a strategy session!” Dean stares at the angel in horror.
Castiel shrugs. “I meant hypothetically.”
“Hypothetically,” Sam starts, his mind going into overdrive, “would we all be mortal enemies vying for power? Or would we be allies who divide and conquer the Earth, Heaven, and Hell?”
“Nope!” Dean stands, scooping Sam out of his seat. “Nope, nope, nope! We have enough going on in our lives without trying to imagine absolute worst-case scenarios and world domination. The only thing we’re dominating tonight is a board game.”
“RISK?” Castiel perks up. He loves board games. “Battleship? Stratego? Catan?”
“Candyland,” Dean snaps.
“I’ll get it ready!!” Gabriel’s voice screams from somewhere within the bunker.
“I hate all of you,” Dean sighs, resigned to his fate. “Come on, little brother. We better hurry, or Gabe will transform half the bunker into an actual Candyland and we’ll have to eat our way out.”
Castiel follows them into the halls. “That sounds...sticky.”
