"You killed Death?"

Sam shrugged sheepishly while Dean awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. Mary was incredulous, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. They were currently sitting around the large desk in the Bunker, drinking their various beverages of choice despite Castiel's insistence that they have a hot chocolate night.

"Uh- How?" Mary stuttered out, "Why?"

The brother's looked blankly at each other, recalling the exact events of two years ago.

"Dean killed Death in order to save Sam."

Both the brothers looked at Castiel with frowns while Mary tried to process the whole idea of killing Death.

"Can you kill Death?" She asked incredulously.

The three shared a look, the brothers shrugged and Castiel nodded gravely.

"Guess so." Dean said, tipping his glass of cocoa that contained more whiskey than chocolate and throwing it back.


Death was, in fact, not dead. It seemed that this millennia was a good one for mid-existence crises among major personified entities. God got his vacation, Death was taking his now.

In fact, right at that moment, when an angel and two of the most influential humans in the world claimed responsibility for his murder with a quibbling 'guess so', Death was on a beach in Nyssi, enjoying the complementary fast food of Cyprus. Gyros, apparently were well liked by the tourists.

The tacky skull and bones black board shorts stood out against his skeletal frame and unique paleness. He had on a pair of aviator sunglasses, the sides decorated in cute little skull emojis.

"Another daiquiri, if you will."

A woman dressed in all black, from head to toe, gave a macabre smile and headed off to retrieve the drink. Death let out a soft sigh and nestled further into the beach chair.

"Your daiquiri, sir."

Death took the drink, a hint of a smile on his face.

"What would be next, sir?"

"I was thinking an AMF, however I may need another gyro before then."

The woman looked awkwardly down at her shoes.

"I meant with the whole reaping thing."

Death waved a hand as though shooing away a fly.

"I'm sure the Winchester's will figure something out."

"Is that the best plan, sir?" She asked hesitantly.

Death shrugged, tossing his daiquiri back. "Guess so."


I read too much Terry Pratchett, I couldn't live with Death dead. Hahaha. Weird sentence.