This story just came to me, don't know where it came from.
Sam stood on the edge of a grey river.
So this was death, huh? Somehow he'd imagined more screaming laments of the damned. Not this peaceful, slow moving river. Well, not all of our beliefs are real. He'd learned that the hard way.
But where were the demons? Why weren't they howling in rage and hatred, clawing at him because he was supposed to be their leader, and they didn't like it. Well he wouldn't like it either.
Not to say the idea wasn't tempting. Having control over legions of powerful beings, serving his every whim. But he knew he couldn't go that way. Too many people would die in the demonic hordes' hungry wrath.
He shook his head to clear it of these thoughts. Thinking too much was probably bad for you.
Now if he knew his mythology there was a ferry around here somewhere…
-:-
Dean wept over dead brother's body. No this couldn't be happening again.
"Sammy! No please don't leave me! Not again!"
He needed his brother. He needed him to live.
Dean cast out his mind, searching for a way to save his little brother.
Making another deal with a demon was out of the question. He had lost his bargaining chip. His soul already belonged to a demon.
"Well we'll just have to do this the traditional way, won't we Sammy?" he asked talking to his brother's corpse.
"911? Send help. My brother's dying."
-:-
Sam handed two coins to the hooded figure.
"Two quarters? That's all you little cheapskate? Do you know how much I get paid? Bullshit. The pay's horrible. You gotta have at least a drachma to get on this ride."
"No. All I have to have is two coins. That's what the legend says," Sam replied.
"You're not scared of me are you? Aren't you afraid of the Reaper of Death?"
"You're not a reaper," Sam laughed, "My brother met one. And you're not the scariest thing I've ever met."
"So you're a Hunter, huh? Explains why you're so young. So, which one of us got you?"
"Us?"
"Us. Nonhumans."
Sam looked down in shame. He mumbled something to his feet.
"What was that?"
"I got killed by a ghast."
"A ghast?" the hooded figure chuckled, "Anyone can kill a ghast! Wow, your self esteem must be in the dumps right now. That sucks."
"Let's just go," Sam said impatiently, "I'm sick of listening to you to you mock me."
The figure laughed. A small boat arose from the depths of the gray river.
"Hop on then."
-:-
Sam's body lay in the ambulance.
"His heart's not beating," one of the paramedics yelled, "we need more voltage. Clear!"
Sam's body shot up when the defibrillator shocked it.
"Clear!"
Dean sat watching, hardly daring to hope. Please, let him be okay.
"Clear!"
Dean's world shrunk down to Sam's body.
"Clear!"
Let
"Clear!"
Him.
"Clear!"
Live.
-:-
The boat was gently cruising along, propelled by the rowing of the great hooded being.
A sudden pain racked Sam's body of faux flesh. Right where his heart should have been.
"What's happening?" he cried, "It hurts!"
The black robed figure sighed, "This is the third one today. How am I supposed to work with all these interruptions?"
The pain racked his ghostly self once more. With a rush he felt more real than he had in hours. And suddenly…
Sam slowly opened his eyes. The world seemed so fuzzy. Slowly his vision came back into focus. A smile slowly crept over his face, "Dean!"
He grabbed his brother in a huge hug. Then he realized his older brother was crying.
"Sam," Dean wept in relief, "I thought you were dead."
-:-
The cloaked figure stood alone on the back of the ferry.
"Damn defibrillators!" Charon swore, "Hades is going to be pissed!"
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.
Who knew Greek mythology and Supernatural would fit together?
I didn't.
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