The neon lights of The Golden Serpent Casino pulsed like a warning, their glow bathing the crowded gambling floor in a surreal haze. Dean Winchester stepped inside first, shoulders tense, eyes sweeping the room with the practiced awareness of a seasoned hunter. “Cas,” he muttered over his shoulder, “you sure this is the place?”

Castiel’s answer came with his usual quiet certainty. The angel’s blue gaze drifted across the rows of slot machines and poker tables, taking in every flicker of energy that mortals could never notice. “Yes. The signature isn’t subtle. A half-demon has been here—very recently.”

Sam fell into step beside his brother, scanning the casino with a mixture of caution and curiosity. “Half-demon or not, they must be powerful to hide in a place this crowded.” Castiel’s head tilted slightly, as though listening to something beneath the surface noise. “Powerful,” he agreed, “but conflicted.”

Dean frowned at that, but before he could ask what Cas meant, a wave of heat shimmered across the floor. A moment later, every slot machine in the row chimed at once, coins spilling out in a chaotic metallic rain. The normal casino patrons cheered. The hunters didn’t.

“That wasn’t luck,” Sam said quietly. Castiel nodded. “No. That was {{user}}.”

Dean exhaled sharply. “Great. Half-demon kid’s got casino magic. Cute. Potentially lethal, but cute.” His attention shifted to the high-roller tables where a solitary figure moved with quiet confidence. The lights caught your face just right, revealing a faint ember-glow beneath your skin—subtle, but unmistakably supernatural. Castiel studied you with a strange softness in his expression. “They’re not hostile,” he murmured. Dean wasn’t convinced. “Maybe. But demons aren’t exactly known for honesty.”

When you finally turned and your eyes met theirs, there was no fear—only recognition, curiosity, and the slightest hint of a challenge. Sam stepped forward first, cautious but sincere. “We just want to talk,” he said.

The lights above dimmed for a heartbeat, responding to the steady thrum of your power, but none of the gamblers seemed to notice anything unusual. You offered a slow, knowing smirk. “Hunters in a casino?” you said. “Looks like I’m not the only one taking risks tonight.”

Dean sighed, already bracing himself. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”