A/N: I don't own Supernatural or its characters, no matter how much I wish I did, but I do own my OC. Please review!

"Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces." —Dean Koontz

A small smirk graced the raven-haired young woman's lips as she watched the man across from her pull the trigger, holding back a smug grin as she saw the shocked look on his face the second the bullet tore through his skull. Of course he thought he'd win. Two people dead, two people left, including her. She knew the gun was rigged, of course, since she was the one who did the rigging. She also knew the other remaining player was probably aware as well, based on the confused look on his face when she picked up the gun for her turn. It was obvious that she had planned this, the man beside her, probably no older than twenty, could see that; so why was she willingly taking her turn? This caused her to giggle a bit before holding the gun to her own head, pulling the trigger without batting an eye. She barely winced at the pain, and she returned the gun to the table when the wound healed itself.

"Your turn," the woman commented with a playful grin, taking a bit of sick pleasure at his shocked, slightly terrified expression.

"H-how did you-" he stammered, cut off by the dismissive wave of the amused female's hand.

"Your turn," she repeated, a little more forcefully this time. She watched intently, knowing the shaking man could do nothing but what she said after seeing what he had just seen. With sweaty palms, the young man took the gun for himself and slowly brought it to his head. He pulled the trigger, expecting the worst, and squeezed his eyes shut. It was his first time playing, he knew now it was a mistake. He had a family, he had a girlfriend, and friends, and he didn't want to die, he wasn't ready- It took the frantic man a couple seconds to recognize the click of the empty gun, dropping the firearm and looking up just in time to catch the smirking woman stand up.

"Don't play Russian Roulette, kid, you've got too much to lose," she warned him, with a mischievous yet kind twinkle in her eye as she winked at him. The raven-haired woman smiled at him before grabbing her gun and making her way out of the bar's back room.

The hazel-eyed archangel sat at the bar counter, holding his drink with one hand, eyes flickering to where the sound of a door opening caught his attention. To a bystander, he would seem like any other man stopping by the bar for a drink after a long day at work, but the angel-turned-Trickster had a reason to be here. He'd heard rumours lately, involving a girl, calling herself Camryn, and her 'talent' at Russian Roulette. He, like most people, knew there was no such thing with that game, which meant this girl was killing the other players. He wasn't big on being a crusader of justice, but he hadn't had any hunters on his trail for a while, and he was bored. If this woman was killing innocent people, she'd deserve whatever creative, amusing death he decided on.

He watched a raven-haired young woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, push open the back door. She leaned on it for a second, tucking what looked suspiciously like a gun into her purse. The girl made her way over to the counter, sitting a couple seats away from Gabriel. The angel kept a close eye on her as she conversed casually with the bartender, waiting for a good time to start a conversation with her.

"Can I help you?" the female asked, taking notice of his staring and beating him to the punch. She raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smile on her face.

"That you can," the brown-haired angel winked suggestively at her, earning a chuckle from the girl. "What's your name?"

"Camryn," she replied simply, taking a sip of the drink the bartender handed her. "And yourself?"

'Bingo,' the archangel thought with a slight smirk. "Charlie," he answered automatically, using the same alias he used at the college.

Camryn nodded, turning to grin at him. "Nice to meet you, Charlie," she chirped, leaning back on the barstool.

"Likewise," the fake-Trickster replied, leaning his arm down on the counter as he turned to face her. "Camryn, huh? I think I've heard some rumours going around about you and Russian Roulette."

The raven-haired girl chuckled, looking away from him with a smug grin. "I'm sure you have."

He raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. "No one's that lucky at that game."

"No, they aren't," she agreed, before adding, "Not unless they're cheating."

"And why would someone be cheating?" he asked, eyes focused on her. "Hypothetically, of course," the angel added, winking again.

"Because," she turned back to him, grin still on her face, "Hypothetically, the people this person plays with are the worst of the worst."

"Meaning?" the archangel enquired, eyebrow raised. That hadn't been an answer he was expecting.

"Meaning one of the three people in the game I just played was a child molester, another was a murderer, and the last was some innocent kid who lived to tell the tale," she explained, gesturing to a very pale, very distraught young man across the bar, hurriedly explaining something to the bartender. "All previous games were similar cases."

Gabriel blinked. Definitely unexpected. He smirked his usual mischievous smirk to cover up his momentary surprise, "So you're trying to be some sort of hero?"

"Nah," she answered with another chuckle, waving her hand dismissively, "Just something I do in my spare time. Using my 'talent' for good." Her dark eyes flickered over to the bartender, who had calmed the shocked man, who she was sure now thought he was crazy, and sent him on his way. Her grin faded into a tired smile as she sighed.

The archangel held back a chuckle; the girl reminded him of himself, in a way. "No one's caught on yet?"

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "There wouldn't be rumours if people weren't catching on," the young woman started, "But the bartender's a friend of mine. He's been helping me out with a cover since his daughter's rapist found his way into one of my games."

The brunet nodded, glancing over at said bartender before returning his gaze to her. "And why are you telling me this? I could just turn you in to the cops, y'know," Gabriel asked, a slight smirk gracing his features once again.

Camryn shrugged and turned back to face him once again, giving him a grin. "Because you asked!~" she explained, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Besides, you don't seem the type to tell on me. Not that you could prove it anyway." She winked at him, still grinning, before her attention shifted to the vibrating phone in her bag. Looking back at the brown-haired man, she waved. "Sorry, have to take this call, then I should probably head home. Nice meeting you, Charlie," she explained hurriedly, grabbing her purse as she quickly made her way out of the bar.

Gabriel waved back, flashing her a smile as she left; he decided he'd leave her be. Of course, that was before his eyes landed on the forgotten wallet that he recognized to be hers, and he decided to take a look inside.

Sitting on the bench outside, Camryn finally shut her pink and black cell phone, having spent the past ten minutes listening to her best friend babble about her dick of a boyfriend. She pulled her purse onto her lap, dropping her phone inside. She pushed her gun aside, brow furrowing as she fished around for her wallet, not seeing it where it usually was.

"Looking for something?" asked a familiar voice suddenly beside her, making the raven-haired woman jump. She turned to see 'Charlie' sitting beside her on the bench, where she had been alone a millisecond ago, dangling her wallet before her. She snatched it back from him, dark brown eyes widening as she realized he probably saw all the fake Ids and badges she kept inside.

"You're a hunter," the archangel stated, watching her with unblinking eyes full of their normal mischief.

She merely stared at him for a second. "And judging by the way you popped out of nowhere and recognize that fact, you're probably something I should be hunting," she guessed, sighing as she leaned back on the bench, returning her wallet to her purse. She looked at him again, grin returning to her face. "So?"

Gabriel blinked. This girl continued to surprise him. He found his lips curling into a similar grin. "I like you."

"I'm pretty damn likable, if I do say so myself," she replied with a smirk, standing up from the bench. "See you around, Charlie." Camryn waved again, winking before she turned to wave down a taxi.

Gabriel watched her go from his seat on the bench, grin not leaving his face. "Indeed you will," he commented as the cab she was now in drove away, before he too was gone in a flutter of wings. It was never a good thing to interest an archangel.

"Mama, just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,
Now he's dead." -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen