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hopeitsworthitSon of a bitch.
Dean moves past Sam without a word, jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides. That bitch has a lot to answer for. Now he just has to--
--find her.
Convenient. She's sitting on the bed in an empty, darkened room, pretty face looking at him like they have all the time in the world, like she's just been waitin' for him to show up.
He bets she has. He also bets she ain't gonna like what he's got to say. Because Dean's a lot of things, but one thing he's never been is slow on the uptake. Not when it comes to supernatural shit, at least. And this time's no exception.
"Kinda funny, isn't it? You're prettier than the last reaper I met."
It turns his stomach to watch her smile, all gentle and sweet.
"Gotta hand it to you, you had me fooled. Shoulda figured when you gave me that 'accepting fate' shit--much too accepting for a dead chick. Overplayed your hand there, didn't you?"
"It's my sandbox," she says, voice soft and kind, kinda like he imagines his--
No.
"Yeah? This some kinda turn-on for you?"
Unsurprisingly, this is where she launches into her spiel. He kinda expected it, really. All about death being nothing to fear, blah blah blah, Dean doesn't give a shit.
His family needs him.
Sam needs him.
"You gotta cut me a break here. They'll die without me. We're in the middle of a freakin' war, lady."
She's cool and implacable, and Dean hates her for a second or two. It fucks with his head, because at the same time he kinda wants to just--sit there, and let g--
No.
The fight's not over for him. None of this is over for him.
Goddammit, his life is not over.
He won't let it be. Sam needs him. Dad needs him.
Dean needs them. He needs them to be okay so goddamn bad.
"Think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. I'm not into prude chicks anyway."
The reaper laughs--he's not as suprised by that as he should be. "That's funny. You're very cute."
He's got a feeling that doesn't mean she's gonna let him stay.
Fuck.
"There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die!"
Dean will fuck up this reaper but good before he lets that happen.
Somehow.
Then the shit she's saying hits home. He--if he stays he's gonna--
He's gonna become a ghost?
He can feel the pit of his stomach drop again, and he sags down to sit on the bed. Part of him's going on about how it ain't fair, things ending like this. Part of him is so goddamn pissed off he can't talk.
The rest of him?
The rest of him's pretty tired. He's had a good run, done what he could to keep Dad and Sam safe. Maybe they'll even get along better after he's--
No. Goddammit, no. What the hell's the matter with him? What the hell is she doing to him?
He means to jerk away from her hand in his hair, gentle and soothing and--
He really does mean to.
"It's time to put the pain behind you."
Right now that sounds damn good to him. He just has one question.
"And go whe--what the hell are you doing that for?"
Come on. The shaking floor and flickering lights are overkill. Plus he's kinda snapped out of whatever trance he was just in. Thank fucking God for that. Now he just has to--
Black smoke pours from the grate, swarming over Te--the reaper, smothering her, shoving itself down her throat until she chokes.
Dean hears her scream as he jumps up from the bed, trying to get to the door before--
She sees him, yellow eyes wickedly bright in the low light. Her teeth flash in a sharp, satisfied smile as she rests her hand on the crown of his head.
"Today's your lucky day, kid."
And then all Dean can feel is pain.
Dean moves past Sam without a word, jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides. That bitch has a lot to answer for. Now he just has to--
--find her.
Convenient. She's sitting on the bed in an empty, darkened room, pretty face looking at him like they have all the time in the world, like she's just been waitin' for him to show up.
He bets she has. He also bets she ain't gonna like what he's got to say. Because Dean's a lot of things, but one thing he's never been is slow on the uptake. Not when it comes to supernatural shit, at least. And this time's no exception.
"Kinda funny, isn't it? You're prettier than the last reaper I met."
It turns his stomach to watch her smile, all gentle and sweet.
"Gotta hand it to you, you had me fooled. Shoulda figured when you gave me that 'accepting fate' shit--much too accepting for a dead chick. Overplayed your hand there, didn't you?"
"It's my sandbox," she says, voice soft and kind, kinda like he imagines his--
No.
"Yeah? This some kinda turn-on for you?"
Unsurprisingly, this is where she launches into her spiel. He kinda expected it, really. All about death being nothing to fear, blah blah blah, Dean doesn't give a shit.
His family needs him.
Sam needs him.
"You gotta cut me a break here. They'll die without me. We're in the middle of a freakin' war, lady."
She's cool and implacable, and Dean hates her for a second or two. It fucks with his head, because at the same time he kinda wants to just--sit there, and let g--
No.
The fight's not over for him. None of this is over for him.
Goddammit, his life is not over.
He won't let it be. Sam needs him. Dad needs him.
Dean needs them. He needs them to be okay so goddamn bad.
"Think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. I'm not into prude chicks anyway."
The reaper laughs--he's not as suprised by that as he should be. "That's funny. You're very cute."
He's got a feeling that doesn't mean she's gonna let him stay.
Fuck.
"There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die!"
Dean will fuck up this reaper but good before he lets that happen.
Somehow.
Then the shit she's saying hits home. He--if he stays he's gonna--
He's gonna become a ghost?
He can feel the pit of his stomach drop again, and he sags down to sit on the bed. Part of him's going on about how it ain't fair, things ending like this. Part of him is so goddamn pissed off he can't talk.
The rest of him?
The rest of him's pretty tired. He's had a good run, done what he could to keep Dad and Sam safe. Maybe they'll even get along better after he's--
No. Goddammit, no. What the hell's the matter with him? What the hell is she doing to him?
He means to jerk away from her hand in his hair, gentle and soothing and--
He really does mean to.
"It's time to put the pain behind you."
Right now that sounds damn good to him. He just has one question.
"And go whe--what the hell are you doing that for?"
Come on. The shaking floor and flickering lights are overkill. Plus he's kinda snapped out of whatever trance he was just in. Thank fucking God for that. Now he just has to--
Black smoke pours from the grate, swarming over Te--the reaper, smothering her, shoving itself down her throat until she chokes.
Dean hears her scream as he jumps up from the bed, trying to get to the door before--
She sees him, yellow eyes wickedly bright in the low light. Her teeth flash in a sharp, satisfied smile as she rests her hand on the crown of his head.
"Today's your lucky day, kid."
And then all Dean can feel is pain.
