Season two is starting on Monday! All I hope is someone puts on a streaming site quickly or I won't get watch it until the summer. I'm not looking to sell my soul to He Who Looks Like a Real Estate Agent so I can see it but I am willing to discuss timeshare.

I wanted to put up my ideas for Sam Oliver's mysterious parentage before the plot moves on. Theses events are directly following Cancun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Reaper, pity that.

Sam Oliver's mother pulled up out side the cheap motel and looked around and up checking that nobody was about. She grabbed the Wal-Mart bags and walked quickly up to her room. She placed the bags on the bed and as she did so, a gray, seven foot tall demon with horns and wings stepped out of the bathroom.

'Thanks honey. These tiny complimentary bars of soap stand no chance of shifting all this dirt,' her husband, Mr Oliver, grinned weakly and returned to the bathroom.

His wife continued staring ahead, her lips pressed tight together. Apart from saying she was going to get him clothes and shampoo, Mrs Oliver hadn't spoken a word to her husband since earlier that night when she dug him out of a cage some ten feet below ground level.

When Mr Oliver came back out from the bathroom he was obviously uncomfortable. 'Well, this is going to complicate matters some, but I think if we can just put our heads together we can work out a story that will explain everything...'

His wife snapped. 'That's it? That is how you plan to cope with this? "We'll work out a story?"' All of the rage that had been sitting in her stomach that evening since her bedraggled son Sam had come home... no scratch that, since his last birthday... scratch that again, some twenty-three years worth of rage and frustration was bubbling up and focusing on her husband.

'Our son was nearly buried alive today! He has half the demon population of Seattle after him and he is starting to think that the Devil is his real father! What's worse than all of this is he no longer trusts us because we have lied to him for his whole life! I can't do this anymore! Every piece of trust that Sam loses will make it that that bit easier for the Devil to get close and I won't lose Sam to him!'

With that last desperate shout Mrs Oliver collapsed on the bed deep ugly sobs shaking her shoulders. Her husband sat beside her and pulled her close so her crying was muffled against his chest.

He had rarely seen his wife so upset except for one awful time just after Sam was born. Everyone had warned him that mixed marriages couldn't last (as one demon put it, Hitler had more chance of being released from the quicklime pits for being kind to small animals) but they had coped. Now they risked losing everything or perhaps they had been just putting off the inevitable for twenty-five years.

**************************************************

He cast his mind back to the first time he saw his wife. He had been working in the 'lost and found' corner of the Seattle bus depot, carefully making sure none of the house keys, electronics and children's beloved stuffed toys were ever seen again. He also had to neatly separate gloves, break umbrellas and hide smelly sports socks in in the bags.

It was a good job, getting experience of people above ground before he could transfer into the Temptations and Deal-Making division.

The bus depot had it's share of strange people but he could not recall seeing anyone who had looked odder than the future Mrs Oliver. Even under better circumstances he thought she must be an eye catcher, tall and willowy with blond hair and nice features, but at the moment people were positively staring. She was wearing a business suit that had probably been expensive, at one point anyway. Now however it looked as if bright purple ink had exploded all over her, she was barefoot, with ripped hose and her face was swollen with a very ugly bruise.

He had plenty of time to take in all this as she went first to information, then queued at bookings, back to information and finally she stalked (not easy for a woman with no shoes) over to 'lost and found'.

'Do you take escaped souls here?' she snapped, dropping a rubber ink stamp on the counter between them.

'You're the new bounty hunter? Yeah... um... I take that from you and I give you this...' he pulled out a carved wooden box with a file taped on it off a shelf and put it on the counter. 'The way this works is I give you the files on the escaped souls and the vessels you need to catch them. You bring them back here and so on ad-nausium. If there is nothing here for you when you make a drop off the vessel will come to you and you come to me for the file.'

Her scowl deepened. 'Wait, why can't they both come to me?'

'You're working for hell now, you're a proud part of the ultimate bureaucracy. Nothing makes sense so you'd better get used to it.'

She flipped open the box and pulled out the contents. 'A scented candle? I have to run down souls armed with a scented candle! Urugggh it's disgusting! I cannot believe this day! I go to the bank on my lunch break, there's a hold up. I get taken hostage, punched and have the stupid dye pack explode on me. Then this guy shows up out of nowhere and tries to attack the felon with a rubber stamp and of course he gets shot and dies! But first he tells me to use the stamp on the bank robber who then disappears in a puff of smoke.

'Finally that snake in a thousand dollar suit shows up and tells me that because of a dumb mistake I made when I was sixteen I get to chase dead people for the rest of my life with only stationary supplies and lame gifts for weapons!' She stopped, fury radiating off her like steam.

'Yep, that's pretty much the whole thing,' he couldn't help smiling. 'Be seeing you real soon.'

She snorted, grabbed the vessel and the file from the counter and stalked away. He watched her until she left through the automatic doors and sighed.

'Hellfire and brimstone. I did not think humans made 'em like that'

Hells bells I meant this for a one shot but there is a lot more to this story than I expected. I want to get it all up before Monday so expect and update soon.