Chapter one: The Red Grim Reaper
The night fell over the city with its robe of darkness, covering every corner, ever place, everywhere. The moon, shining with an unusual crimson red color, lighted the sky, not a single star was with it on the firmament. In this hour, just a few cars were driving alone in the empty streets; the people that had to continue working, or maybe young ones searching for fun and night parties, and also just a few lanterns were lighting the path.
The night is the time when the monsters come out... Parents must be more careful now, for the serial killer hunting the night…
The high heels echoed against the pavement, interrupting the total silent around. Long red hair, as red as the blood covering the floor, blew for a cold breeze that ran like a whisper through the dark ally while the tall figure was walking. Green-yellowish eyes, covered by a pair of red glasses, shined within the darkness…
-Oh, no… Stevy…-the person said, kneeled before the guy in black laying on the floor. Eyes of the same supernatural color were open, looking without conscience, totally empty, and fixed on the sky…His glasses were broken a few centimeters away.
That should be a simple crime scene… The victim was there, too. The girl who was recently coming out from childhood laid near with her chest opened, not a sign of her human killer, but why?
The Death Scythe was closed to its owner too… Clean… Whoever killed this Grim Reaper, didn´t even give him an opportunity of fighting back…
Lights red and blue came to view, while patrols started to arrive…The red-haired looked at them, before leaving the place with a single jump…
Who was killing his kin?
Those days had been special stressful for the Winchester brothers, and for good reason: the world was falling apart, the creatures were getting crazier, hundreds of humans were dying every single day, and sure, they unleashed the most powerful force they, or the humanity, had ever seen… Nothing unusual, not at all.
It´s was morning, even the sun hadn´t rise yet, but the older brother was awoke, not like he could sleep all the night. In time like those, there were hours when Dean just wanted to stay like he was right now: laying down and not move for a few… may be, forever… everything that was going on not only was his fault, but also…
His thoughts went from saving the earth and stopping Amara to the how? They were talking to put an end to God´s sister, which had the same power as him… The world was falling apart, and everything was falling apart, and was his fault…
Suddenly, a noise came to his ears, like something heavy falling hard to the floor. Dean rose, and looked at the closed door of his room…. In the bunker they were supposed to be safe, or maybe Lucifer...? No, they protected themselves against the archangel… the spells were powerful enough for keep him out… So…Dean jumped out and got in movement immediately.
Sam was at the corridor too, gun in hand. Both exchanged a quickly glance and continue moving, slowly, to the library, where the sounds kept, before they could see, one of the book was thrown at the door… more were already in the floor…
-What the hell?- whispered Dean, Sam didn't say anything, while frowning in confusion … Did they had a monsters that liked the disorder in hands?
The younger pushed the door, and it was full open the scene was more bizarre than what they ever expected or imagine: A person was getting book after book from shelving, quickly went through the pages, and then threw it away.
That person was dressed up in strange clothes, like a business suit, but from some centuries ago. The pants were black, the vest was brown, with a white shirt under it. Two curious things were the woman high heels and the woman coat of a red almost as intense as the very long hair.
-mmm… this is so annoying…-said, the voice was male but with a female touch on it. Another book met its destiny on the floor
-Who the hell are you? –screamed Dean, the hunters finally made their mover and pointed their guns at the intruder. That person stopped whatever was doing, and turned around
As the voice, the face was also in the middle of man and woman, but very beautiful of pale skin. The person was wearing red glasses that had littles skulls where a chain was coming out. The most interesting facts, however, were both his smile, full of sharp teeth, and his eyes of a supernatural green-yellowed color
This person wasn´t human…
-No… you´re not a who… -said Dean, getting more aggressive –Better question: What the hell are you?
-Oh, my, my! The Winchester boys in person! What an honor-sang the person, as he didn´t notice the aggression, while the smile became bigger, if possible-you´re more handsome than I expected…- said, flattering
-I´ll ask again! What the hell you are?- shouted Dean after the shivers that ran for his skin went away. Sam stayed steady on his place, but also got the seduction attempt of their visitor.
-put those guns down, loves… they cannot hurt me…-said the red hair with an amusing grin, then looked at the books again –you have got quit an impressive collection, haven´t you?… nothing useful…
The Winchester took more steps near, but without getting down their weapons, until both of them where on the left and right of the red-haired intruder, ready for defend themselves in case of being attacked. The green-yellowish eyes went from one to the other, and the person sighed, turning to face both
-really, cuties, those cannot kill me… not even hurt me-said, touching his own chest in a female manner.
-answer the question…-demanded Sam, this time- What the hell are you?-the gun still pointing.
-mmm after meeting others like me, you don´t know?… that hurts my feeling… well, I supposed is something obvious since my branch was assigned to collected souls in England, before of course, you killed the Boss, and we had to be moved…-said the red haired, crossing his arms behind his head.
-Grim Reaper…-whispered Dean
-That cannot be…-said Sam for his part. The person walked a few steps until sitting down on the table, and crossed the left leg over the other, like a Lady.
-Why so surprised, loves? You had met Telsa before, hadn´t you? –Smiled the red Grim Reaper-that maybe "answered" the "what I'm", but if you´re interesting in the "Who"… well, let me introduce myself: I´m the most beautiful Lady of all the Society, the Crimson Grim Reaper Grell Sutcliff, Death~! It´s so nice to meet you two- winked
-wait… what?-said Dean in his disbelieve, also Sam was having trouble, but both of them still had the guns in hands
-well… aren´t you going to invite me a coffee or something…? -said Grell- that´s not the way to treat a woman…
-you´re a Grim Reaper?-said Sam, impressed
-Why a God of Death…?-started Dean
-Goddess, please, I´m a Lady-the red-haired Death God cut him off
-right… -answered Dean, slowly, marking the word with confusion- so why a "Goddess" of Death is sitting in our library? And more important…what the hell did you find this place?
-we thought that the spells…-continued Sam
-they are powerful, but maybe had you missed what I just said, but I´m not an angel nor archangel… and i´m here because… I need your help…-said Grell, and for the first time, he was serious.
The silent that went after those words were total
-What…? "Our" help? Why?-asked Sam, after a while.
-because my kin is being killed by someone and you two, cuties, will help to figure out for "Who" and stopped that person…. –said Grell with a playful smile.
-Yes, sure, of course… because we "love" to help all the things that come to our house. You know? Because we are not hunters and not prefer to kill you before you kill us…-answered Dean, rising more his gun –sorry, pal, but you´re alone… and you better get out of here before we actually kill you...- the last part was a threat, still accompanied by a sarcastic grin….
Both hunters rose again the guns, when Grell got up again with a jump, faster as the thoughts
-wait… wha..? How…? Why…? What did you say?- Grell almost couldn´t speak. The playful grin was gone, and now, the only gesture on the pale face was one of desperation and fury- after fucking everything out for EVERYONE, do you dare to tell me that?!
-sorry, but we have our own troubles right now-said Sam
-oh, really… don´t say me… because of the Darkness? –said Grell, looking at the younger- well, cutie, guess what? those are MY troubles, too!
-Amara is killing your people?-questioned Dean, for the first time, put the gun down a bit, and the red haired looked now at him
-no… yes… maybe… don´t know… I hope not… -said Grell. The Grim Reaper didn´t want to show it, but the idea of going against the Darkness herself dreaded him- really hope not… but, if it´s the case… I will do something…
Then Grell walked straight to Dean, until they were a few inches away from each other. Sam quickly pointed his pistol against the Grim Reaper´s back, while the older brother looked at the supernatural eyes before him. They were shining with seriousness, fury, but something else... something that the Winchester had seen before… the desire to protect someone loved, and the despair of looking them in danger.
-it´s your responsibility that the little bitch is free, it´s the responsibility of you two. Also it´s your fault that everyone is dying, humans, creatures, even my friends, my companions…-said Grell, slowly, while trying to control his angry- my kin is killed either by her or someone else, but whatever is the case is consequence of her walking the Earth once again. We are supposed to be the Death itself, not to being killed, but you broke the balance … and… I´m not going to let Will die! I won´t! I really won´t! Never! Like Hell, I´ll let him get killed! So, you will help me or I´ll kill you both now!
Dean didn´t talk
-ey! Stay away from my brother! –shouted Sam, getting ready for shot.
Grell turned to him. –not kidding… help me or die… don´t care if you´re not in the List right now…
Sam got ready to fire...
-Fine-said Dean, after a while- we´re helping…
Grell blinked in surprise, and so did Sam, while the younger Winchester put his gun down and looked straight to his brother in disbelieve
-Dean…
-Sam… He…
-"She"-Grell cut him off
-… "She" is right…we freed Amara… we´re responsible of everything… - It was painful, but the truth is always painful.
-so nice of you accepting your fault-said Grell, now the shark-like smile shining again within his face –now, if you excuse me, i´m gonna rest a little… had a very long travel –and with those words, Grell walked further inside the bunker.