AN: This is all Tumblr, and my sister's, fault. I don't even, I can't…I'm just sorry, okay?
Summary: Death smirks and wonders how long this "death" will last. Minutes, hours, days? How long will Rory Williams be drinking his soda and eating his pickle chips this time before that insufferable Gallifreyian screws with time again just to get him back?
Warnings: None really.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural" or "Doctor Who". It's for the best, really.
Coming Back in the End
Death doesn't recognize him the next time Rory comes to visit. It takes a moment to place the kind green eyes. Wrinkles have spread across his face, his hair thinned and grayed. He doesn't look like the same man who used to stop by so often. And that's when Death realizes that Rory hasn't been by to see him in a long time. Or, well, long for mortals anyway.
"It's been a while." The old soul in front of him smiles.
"Planning on sticking around this time, Mr. Williams?" Death smirks and wonders how long this "death" will last. Minutes, hours, days? How long will Rory Williams be drinking his soda and eating his pickle chips this time before that insufferable Gallifreyian screws with time again just to get him back?
"Forever or so, if it's alright." Rory, and it is still the Rory he knows, even aged and withered.
"You're always welcome here, Rory."
"Good. Good. I'm gonna need a place to hide when Amy wakes up and realizes I went and died on her."
"Place for her, to, Mr. Williams." Death smiles then. He does not consider himself particularly sentimental. But the humans he meets again and again-Dean, Rory, Sam, Jack-they grow on him, and he's meet Ameliaa time or two as well.
He can think of worst roommates for the rest of eternity than the Pond-Williams.
"Can I have a soda?"
"You know where they are."