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O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell


Death's Heir.

"How you feeling over there?" Dean asked as he drove the Impala.

"Like I've been shot by a Werewolf." Said Sam, with a roll of his eye's.

"Yeah, Well. We're almost to the bunker." Dean replied without taking his eye's of the road. "Then you can take some meds and hit the sack. Rest easy until to heal up good as new."


"Home sweet home." Dean mumbled, as he and Sam walked into the main area of the Bunker.

"I hear there is no place like it." Said a voice from behind them, that held a thick British accent. Both brothers spun around drawing their guns as they did so, and aiming at the voice.

Only to see that it was a man who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties. He had long dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and emerald green eyes. Even odder still was the lighting shaped scare on his forehead. He was dressed like a biker, with a leather jacket, black shirt, fingerless gloves with ripped jeans and boots.

"Who the hell are you?" Snarled Dean. As on instinct both he and Sam moved further apart. So if the man attacked he would have to focus on one and leave himself vulnerable to the other.

"Relax." Said the stranger. "I just came here to talk, Not fight."

"Oh, and you won't be needing those." The man said, and with a lazy movement of his hand. Sam and Dean found themselves holding a Rubber Chicken and a large floppy dildo.

"Careful where you point that thing." Said the man with a smirk on his face. Looking at dean. "It might be loaded."

Dean threw down the sex toy with a cry of disgust. "That was my favorite gun!"

"Don't worry. You'll get it back before I leave." Said the man as he strolled up to a table and sat down. Both brothers watching him like a hawk, and not lowering their guards. They watched as with a snap of his fingers. A bottle of Whiskey and three glasses appeared on the table out of thin air. "Don't bother going for your knives, they wouldn't do you any good. And as I've said, I'm only here to talk."

Sam and Dean winced, as they had both been trying to stealthily reach for their knives.

"Come gentlemen. Have drank and we'll talk." Said the stranger. "Don't worry, it's only Whiskey, I promise."

When neither brother moved, the man rolled his eye's. "Or... you can attack me. Which I promise you is not a smart move."

Reluctantly the brothers took their seats on the opposite side of the table. But neither move for the glass of whiskey that was offered to them. The man sighed. "Fine. Looks like I'll be drinking alone."

"Who are you?!" Dean asked again in a low growling voice.

"Straight to the point, I see." Answered, the man. "Alright. Let's just say that when you iced death. That I was next in line for the throne. I'm the New Death."

"The new Death?" Asked Sam.

"It speaks!" He exclaimed in mock surprise. "Yes, that's what I said. I'm the New Death."

"And we're just supposed to believe that-" Dean was cut off, when the room darkened, and the air grew cold, heavy, and oppressive. Before returning to normal just as suddenly as it came.

"So Mr. New Death." Said Dean quickly changing his tone. "Why are you... Gracing us with your presence?"

"Call me Grim." He said, as if their was some inside joke that only he got. "As for why I am here, it might have something to do with you killing my predecessor."

"Listen, about that. I-" Dean started nervously only to be cut off.

"And freeing the Darkness."

"We didn't kno-" Sam tried to say, only to be likewise cut off.

"And then then there is the little business of giving Lucifer the chance to escape his cage."

"But-" The bother both started to say. Only to be interrupted once again.

"You two have created quite the mess." Said Grim. Growing serious for the first time since appearing. "And a lot of my... Shall we say, New Employees are calling for your heads."

"Yeah, we got that impression from one of them." Grumbled Dean. "Said She was going to 'Accidentally' throw us into something called the nothing."

"Oh, really?" Grim asked with a raised eyebrow. "And did she by chance have a name?"

"Billie, I think." Said Dean.

"We'll I take care of that. So don't over worry about it." Leaning back in his chair. He looked the two brothers over. "Now I'm willing to over look your hand in recent events. Provided, That you clean up your mess!"

"How?!" Asked Sam. "Without Cass, it's just the two of us. Everyone else we know is dead and gone. And Dean's no good against the Darkness."

"Wait a minute!" Said Dean with a small amount of hope in his voice. "Your Death, can't you stop her?"

"No. For two reasons" Answered Grim. "First. Do you know what would happen to the world if Amara and I were to tangle? No? Well let me enlighten you. It would make the Apocalypse look like a school yard scuffle. Nothing would be left. There is a reason God has not stepped in, gentlemen. A battle of Immortals is not something that would do anyone any favors."

"And second." He said glaring at the two Winchesters. "I was not the one who let her out! You broke it, so you fix it!"

"Okay, Maybe you could loan us your scythe and we could off her." Suggested Dean. Only to receive a death glare.

"Yes, because you've proven yourself oh so trust worthy with it before." He said staring hard at Dean. "Sorry but no."

"Well is there anything you can do to help us?" Asked Sam. "Because we're struggling to come up with something here."

"There might be something I can do." He said slowly. "But I will warn you, this is a one time thing. So don't ever ask it of me again."

"Well, what is it?" The elder Winchester asked.

"I will send you some help." He answered. "So don't freak out, when they get here. And I might have a solution to getting your Guardian Angel back."

"You can help us get back, Cas?!" Dean asked in excitement.

"I can point you in the right direction." Said Grim. "If you want to draw Lucy out of his Cas suit. You are going to have to give him a better suit to put on. And what is the one Suit he has always wanted?"

"Me." Said Sam, understanding. "If I offer myself he'll leave, Cas."

"What?! No! Absolutely not!" Exclaimed Dean.

"Yes and No." Grim said ignoring Dean. "While you are his chosen vessel, and would allow him to use more of his power. The fact remains that the last time he put you on, you got him thrown back in his cage. So I don't think he'll be so eager to hop back on the Sam train."

"So then what was to point of bringing up?" Asked Sam.

"I swear, you Hunters." Grim said with a roll of his eyes. "For people who deal with the Supernatural day in and day out. You sure do have a hard time thinking outside the box."

He snapped his fingers and two books landed on the table. "From my own collection. I will loan them out to you. If you two hope to beat the Darkness, you had better start to learn to think creatively."

With that he pushed away from the table and stood up. "Now gentlemen, If you'll excuse me. A fat lard of a man in Little Whinging is about to have a heart attack, and I plan to Reap that soul personally. Give you one guess where he is going to spend his afterlife."

With a wave of his hand, a pale gray Harley Low Rider appeared out of thin air. Climbing on, he looked back at the brothers. "The first member of you new team, will be arriving in a day or two. So I would advise setting up some rooms. Oh and keep the Whiskey."

With that he revved the motorcycle and both he and it disappeared. Sam and Dean looked at each other, before both picking up their glasses and downing the continents. Each having the same thought. That their lives were so messed up.


(A.N) Just a little something I thought up. What do you think of Harry as Death? Don't be afraid to let me know.

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