Tittle: Call Your BFFs
Challenge: Scratch
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Clearly Krpkie has the situation under control. NOT. But still, he owns 'em.
A/N Fourth season spoilers, none for the fifth.


Death pinched the bridge of his nose. Rustled the papers again. He scratched his head. "Fuck," he sighed.

There was absolutely no way to deal with the ridiculous amount of crap that was put on his desk.

The angels were dicking around with his work. He had been so close to getting those Winchesters….Not to mention the demons kidnapping his employees.

That's it- it was time to call his friends.

Death waited impatiently for someone to pick up. "War? Stop punching Pestilence for a second. Come over here… Yeah…Bring food. Make sure Famine doesn't eat it all…"

He smiled, "See you soon."