Sam Oliver was fixing the mess that Sock and Ben had made at the Work Bench. Although, he must admit, seeing a poster with Ted's head, the body of ballet dancer and the phrase "Do you love me?" was funny, the part where Ted started to throw buckets of paint on the poster, and then made Sam clean it up was not funny...at all!
"Ted is certainly a dick isn't he Sam?"
Sam rolled his eyes, and turned around slowly, Lucifer was back. "Hey there Lucy," Sam uttered with the slightest hint of sarcasm.
"Don't call me Lucy, Sam, only the man upstairs called me that, and you know I'm not the biggest fan of the guy." As soon has he stopped talking, he smiled again, all white teeth, and his costant ability to always appear tanner than before. Certainly... the Devil was weird.
"We have a new fugitive Sammy, as a matter of fact there are two"
Something weird was going on with Lucy...Lucifer. He wasn't making sarcastic comments, or making fun of him, or making him an offer like he usually did. That almost certainly was something that eventually would be back to bite him in the ass. The Devil...definitely is weird.
And no, he wasn't depressed like on Halloween, he was happy... too happy.
"It's everything alright?" asked the kid, while looking at the Devil. After 8 months of working like a bounty hunter for Hell, and for the Devil himself, he already felt comfortable with his boss.
He wondered what God would think of it, he also wondered why he neer heard of escaped souls from Heaven. That is, if somebody would want to escape from there. He was sure that the G-Man had his personal Reaper if any of this happened. Or did he?
"What's the matter Sam, are you not happy that there is a new condemned to send back to hell? Where? Let me tell you, they will suffer again and again...and again...and again... and again...and this goes on forever. They will eventually lose their mind, and well, make the souls who deserve it suffer, or not, it's my favourite hobby."
"I thought that was your job"
"Oh no Sammy, my job is to corrupt souls, and make them go to my domains. If I make them suffer it's a bonus" The Devil smiled again, rubbing his hands together like a small child on Christmas.
Suddenlt, Sam had a funny thought, if on Halloween Jerry was depressed about the commercialization of evil and the fact that nobody would fear him, he wondered how he would react on Christmas. Maybe he would be a little suicidal because it was the day when people commemorate the birth of his number one enemy. Or maybe the Devil would be happy on Christmas, saying something like "They don't care about Jesus, all they care about are presents, isn't that nice Sammy?"
He also wondered if a soul would send him to hell. Maybe Jerry had a special place for him, next to all the souls he had captured. Or maybe his eternal punishment would be working in a "Work Bench: Hell Version", that is of course assuming that there would be a worse version of the Bench.
"Wow Sam, if I had known that you would stand there looking like a moron I could have gone to get ice cream, and then come back"
"You cannot eat ice cream, God knows how much you love it and he, in retribution for what you did made it incapable for you to touch ice cream ever again" Sam wanted to tell him, but saying something against the Devil was suicidal, and touching the ice cream theme was a bad idea, his boss thought about ice cream like something "sacred".
"Ok, what is the deal with this soul?," Sam said instead.
"It's your standard case, a famous swimmer, Jesse Wise, won a lot of medals in his days. That is until a new champion arrived and the guy couldn't handle it so he killed the other guy, and then took his own life in his private pool."
"Ok..."
"The second soul is a lot more interesting." The Devil smiled again like a child
"The guy made a deal and goes to hell, but then he escapes, Can you believed it Sammy? This guy does not understand the deal he made, and I don't like when souls that go willingly to my domains escape... I hate that more than I hate you."
"Thanks..."
"Nothing personal kid."
"But what was his deal?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters."
"Pardon me?"
"I mean, maybe he doesn't deserve to be in hell, and I'm telling you that I won't send back a sould that doesn't deserved to be there..."
He stopped in the moment he saw the Devil's face, he remembered the incident with the buses when he refused to be "his robot", and he wasn't ready to live that again.
"Well, now that you're finished with your little rant of the week, and understand that you will capture this soul, here is the vessel" A gun appeared in Sam's hand, he held it up, to look at it better. It was a really old gun, a Colt to be exact. All of those years playing videogames had given him an almost encyclopedic knowledge about guns.
"This is the vessel for both souls?"
"No, only for the second, here you have the bullets kiddo, and be careful, I have the feeling that this soul will be hard to capture. It's almost like if two people don't want this sould to be sent back to hell"
The Devil started to walk away when Sam screamed.
"You forgot to give me the vessel for the other soul!"
"That will arrive like the others, I just wanted to make sure that you received the Colt in your hands" Jerry disapeared.
"Finally! My water bed! It's here!" Sock yelled. Sam's fat friend opened the door only to see a box, with a vessel inside, in front of him.
"Dammit Devil! Sam you have a vessel!" Sock opened the box to see what the devil had sent to them this time.
"You have to be kidding me." said Ben, he couldn't believe what was inside that box.
The vessel was...a rubber duck.
Sock returned from his room carrying the Nerf Gun that the boys had received from Gladys' friend.
"Forget about the duck Sam, it's time to sent that soul back to hell with our awesome Nerf Gun 3000" Sock pointed the gun to his friends and without realizing he pulled the trigger.
Sam and Ben hit the floor almost instantly, usually the vessels didn't work on humans, only specific souls, but this one was special, this vessel could send ANYTHING, alive or dead, to hell.
"Sock, be careful with that thing, you know how it works!" shouted Ben while taking the gun away from his friend.
Sock stood there in shock. "No..."
"Sock, you are alright?"
"No, no Sam I'm not alright, I sent the Wii to hell!" and Sock started to cry.
In the mean time, two hours away from Seattle...
Bobby Singer was watching the two boys in front of him, he couldn't believe what he was going to say, he was sure that the brothers weren't going to take this easily.
"Bobby, what's going on?" asked Sam Winchester while looking at the man that had became the father figure in their lives. Something was wrong, he sensed it, not in a demonic kinda way, all that crap had gone away, along with Yellow Eyes, but he could read the man like a book, and he was sure that something was wrong.
"Yeah man, tell us, because I seriusly doubt that you'd make us come all the way here just to look at our faces. I know that Sammy is practically a circus freak, but..." said Dean, trying to releave the tension in the room. Damm, he only had two weeks to live, he didn't have time to lose. Of course he wouldn't said that to Bobby, the guy had put up with a lot of their crap. For example, the time that the Trickster had made the brothers fight like little kids, he smiled a moment, although he didn't like that the demi god had found funny the idea to kill him over and over again, he did still enjoy the memories of the alien slow dance, that thing still made him laugh.
"Well kids, this is hard for me to say , but I think you deserve to know about this..."
"What is it Bobby?" Sam asked again.
"It's about your father..."
And with that, the room was silent again.
Author's Notes: Hi there, here it is, the first chapter of my Reaper/Supernatural Croosover, I really hope you liked it and leave reviews, I'm open to any suggestion or idea, so you can tell me what you think. English is not my native languaje but I have the help of a great person, GilmoreGirl5244, who is my pre reader, so hopefully there isn't much gramatical mistakes.
Well hope you review and see you soon.