There wasn't much point in struggling, as the men who took the siblings had quite tight grips on their bodies. (Y/n) had bitten the man who had her harshly on his arm, but only received a blow to the cheek. Light bruising took its place under her right eye, but it was already healing.

When they reached the grand ballroom, the Winchesters were thrown in place. It gained everyone's attention as if they were the most interesting people in the room.

As the siblings looked around, some name tags pressed against the other's clothing caught their eye.

The man that Dean and (Y/n) assumed to be an elephant had a name tag with: Ganesh was written boldly. The Hindu god of beginnings was (Y/n)'s immediate thought-- though she knew that the knowledge of who he was wasn't coming from her mind.

A casually dressed older man caught her eye next, his tag reading: Odin. The Norse god of war and the dead.

Next was the Indian woman Dean had tried to talk to, her name tag had: Kali written nicely on it. The Hindu goddess of death, time, preservation, and doomsday-- also known as Kali the Destroyer.

Last was a dark-skinned man, his name tag reading: BARON SAMEDI. Leader of the Guédé, one of the Ioa of Haitian Vodou.

"Something tells me this isn't a Shriner convention," Dean mumbled to his siblings.

(Y/n) shook her head, They're all gods and goddesses from different religions... what're they doing together?

Everyone grew quiet when Chet, now Mercury, the Roman god of translators and interpreters, rolled in with a cart. He smiled at everyone in the room, excluding the Winchesters. "Dinner is served," he lifted the cover to a silver plate, revealing a man's head, surrounded by vegetables. The other gods and goddesses clapped around them.

A sudden circle of white light met the siblings' faces. "Ladies and gentlemen," a man named Baldur, the Norse god of light, joy, purity, and the summer sun, stood next to Kali with a smile on his face. "Our guests of honor have arrived."

The siblings were forced into seats facing the others while the gods and goddesses sat around a table. Baldur stood up from his chair then tapped a fork against his champagne glass. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming. In all my centuries, I never thought I'd see this-- this many gods under one roof."

"Gods?" Sam whispered, looking at his siblings. (Y/n) chewed nervously on her bottom lip while nodding.

"Multiple religions, I'm sure you've caught a few." (Y/n) whispered back, not taking her eyes off the front of the table.

"Now, before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules--" Baldur looked around at everyone. "No slaughtering each other, curb your wrath. Oh, uh, keep your hands off the local virgins, we're trying to keep a low profile here."

Sam shook his head. "Oh, we are so, so screwed."

'Gabriel, if you can hear me, get your feathery ass down here-- we need help.' (Y/n) sent her thoughts silently to her soulmate, not removing her eyes from Kali. The goddess was pissed at her, but the Winchester had no idea why.

"Now, we all know why we're here." Baldur's small smile had faltered into a frown. "The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we've all had our little disagreements in the past. But the time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. 'Cause if we don't, we won't have one.

"Now, we do have two very valuable bargaining chips--" he gestured to Sam and Dean. "Michael and Lucifer's vessels," he paused at the sight of (Y/n), who wasn't appointed in the scripture at all. And he noticed something about her... something that wasn't human and her own. "And you seem to be mated to a celestial being, how peculiar." Sam and Dean widened their eyes, looking at their sister- who was beginning to look annoyed.

(Y/n) frowned, and something crossed in her mind. Her and Gabriel's souls were melded together, which meant that he also shared his grace with her. If these people are gods, they should be able to tell the difference like that in a human.

An Asian man stood up and glared at the Winchesters, his name tag read: Zao Shen. The Chinese god of the hearth and family. He spoke angrily in Mandarin, something the Winchesters didn't understand.

"Oh, I don't like his tone," Dean commented quietly.

Ganesh scoffed. "Kill them? Why? So the angels here can bring them back again?" That made Zao Shen sit down.

"I don't know what everybody's getting so worked up about," Odin intervened. He was calm about the whole situation, as he was leaning back in his chair comfortably. "This is just a couple of angels having a slap fight. It's no Armageddon. Everybody knows," the gods all rolled their eyes at this. "When the world comes to an end, the great serpent Jormungandr rises up, and I, myself, will be eaten by a big wolf."

Zao Shen sighed and shook his head. Something in (Y/n)'s head turned. She could translate what he was saying now. "Here we go..." Dean watched her translate his sentence quietly.

"Oh, yeah? And why is that?" Odin frowned, losing his calm. "Because your beliefs are so much more realistic? The whole world's getting carried around on the back of a giant turtle." He scoffed. "Give me a break."

The Chinese god's eyebrows furrowed in anger. "Don't mock my world turtle."

Odian reached for a knife and stood up, pushing away Ganesh's hand. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna send you packing to Valhalla!"

"You watch your mouth when you talk to me, boy!" Odin growled.

Zao Shen scoffed. "Boy? I'm older than you."

Dean grabbed his sister's shoulder, pulling her away from the translating-trance and pointed at the door.

"No one's ever proved that--"

The chandelier that had been dangling above the Winchesters smashed into pieces as it met the floor, preventing them from leaving.

Kali rose from her seat and glared at them. "Stay." Everyone grew quiet and faced her as she looked around the room. "We have to fight. The archangels-- the only thing they understand is violence."

A low growl escaped (Y/n)'s throat. They were verbally insulting her soulmate, threatening him. "This ends in blood. There is no other way. It's them... or us."

Mercury held up a hand. "With all due respect... ma'am... We haven't even tried talking to them."

A glare was shot in the god's direction from Kali. He slowly began to choke, grasping at his collar in an attempt to find air while blood dripped from his mouth. He reached out to her, silently begging for mercy.

"Kali," Baldur interrupted in a sing-song voice, snapping the goddess away from her torture.

"Who asked you?" Mercury looked down at her words.

The doors to the room suddenly opened, Gabriel waltzed in with his hands out. "Can't we all just get along?"

Sam's eyes widened. "Gab-"

The archangel made a cut motion with his hand, clicking his tongue while Sam tried to finish his sentence. "Sam. Dean. (Y/n). It's always wrong place, worst time with you muttonheads, huh?" 'Sorry for the late entrance.' (Y/n) gave him a small nod in response.

Baldur stood from his seat. "Loki." He didn't sound happy to say the name.

"Baldur," Gabriel greeted in return with a smile. "Good seeing you too." His smile fell to a mock-frown. "I guess my invitation got lost in the mail." Kali opened her mouth to speak, but the Norse god butt in.

"Why are you here?"

"To talk about the elephant in the room," Ganesh started to stand up, but Gabriel held a hand out. "Not you." He faced Baldur again, eyeing the rest of the gods. "The apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first," he held a finger up, pivoting his heel to face the Winchesters. "The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later." With a wave of his hands, the siblings disappeared from the room.