We do not die when our bodies are not of this earth.
Rather, we live on. We live on, for while our names are still spoken, one cannot die.
With that said, we die twice: the first when our mortal bodies crumble, and the second when our names are spoken for the last time.
And yet, we can still live on, for though our names may be forgotten, and our headstones may be weathered to nothing, our actions can commemorate who we were.
Tiny actions have a way of turning into huge events.
Instead, we may think of death as a new beginning, as a start of a whole new adventure.
Death, like life, is but a word. The only meaning it holds is what we attach to it.
We must take into consideration the possibility that we are never really alive, merely just another day closer to death, for death is the friend of the poor, the homeless, and the bereaved. The enemy of the rich and the powerful, and those who have an image. The only sure thing on this planet, or any others.
And in conclusion, if it lives, so it can, and must, die.
SuperRWBY: Prologue: Death is not the end
Dean was starting to get mad. Sam had said that they might have a case, but it seemed like nothing.
The duo had been eating some pie, when Castiel appeared in the bunker.
"I have received your phone call," he announced, and stared beyond the brothers.
"Who are you?" he asked, and the other two turned to behold a strange sight. An individual of indeterminate age, wearing rusted, poorly-maintained, and brown-stained chain mail and swim trunks was lounging in the shadows, and the brothers had weapons at him in an instant, with Castiel pulling an angel blade from somewhere within his trench coat.
The strangest thing about him was the skeleton tattoo that covered his body, from his brown hair to his chicken-like legs.
"First, please put the weapons away, if I wanted you dead, then you already would be dead. Second, I'm nobody special, but you can call me the kid with the skeleton tattoo," he said, in a voice that was hardly a whisper. None of the others budged. He sighed.
"Fine, fine, how about this. I tell you the deal with what's happening, and where all the disappearing people are going, and maybe, just maybe, you can see some stuff that you wouldn't believe is true, and there might even be a chance to save a world. What say you?" when he finished, the other three blinked and processed this, still not lowering their weapons.
"Oh, and those guns ain't going to kill me, not for long at least," he said, finally succeeding in pushing them away.
"People haven't disappeared," Dean said, and the kid shook his head.
"Yes, they have, it's just that you haven't noticed. I think I know who is behind it, though. Group called Cedocore. I can get you to where the action is," he said, sounding like he was desperately trying to get them to go.
"Um, where, exactly, would we go?" Sam asked, and the kid grinned widely, "and what exactly is your deal with all this?"
"I already told you, I'm nobody special, I'm the kid with the skeleton tattoo. And I really don't like Cedocore, after they screwed me and my friends over. I would have killed them by now, but I'm fine with just messing up their interests. And you would go to another world, another universe, another possibility, if you like. And fear not, I have something to get you back when you're there," he exhaled, somehow all in one breath. Seeing their hesitation, he continued, "look guys, I understand that you are the guardians of all that is right and good, killing things, saving people, all that love and joy, but there is another world out there that needs your help. Things out there that the people can't deal with, because the hunters there are not the hunters that you are. Castiel, you will still have your angel powers, and I can ensure that you have your weapons, but are you guys in?"
Before the three could respond, he grinned and stepped forward to clap the brothers on the back, after which they collapsed. Castiel had an angel blade again to his throat, and the kid grinned and slapped him on the back, and he too fell on the ground, screaming like the brothers were.
Under their clothing, a tattoo appeared on their back, a finely detailed piece that depicted a road diverging, covering the center of their backs.
With an almost-kindly grin, he sent the three on their adventure.
Before they were gone, he grinned even wider and added a few things to make the experience interesting.
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Dean awoke in the impala, with a screaming pain in his head and no clue where he was.
Stepping out of the car, he was blinded by the streetlights, until he ran into a young girl, wearing a red coat.
He wobbled, then came to his senses to help the girl up.
"Sorry about that," Dean said, and looked around, "are you sure you should be out this late, in somewhere like this?"
"Oh, I'm fine! I've got a sniper scythe, and besides, one guy wanted me to do something, but I made him not," she said, happily, and Dean frowned.
"Where are we?" he asked, remembering the skeleton tattoo's words. The girl in red and black frowned at this, and Dean tried very hard not to feel foolish.
"We're in Vale, silly!" she said, and turned to walk off, but instead turned back around.
"Oh! I almost forgot to ask: what's your name?" she asked brightly, and he started a little.
"O-oh, I'm Dean. And you are?" he stated, and held out his hand.
"Ruby Rose, nice to meet you!" she said, and there was an awkward pause.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm headed to the Dust shop over there, the owner is really nice and lets me browse the magazines without making me buy anything," she explained, and he resisted the urge to ask what Dust is.
"You mind if I tag along?" he asked, trying not to sound creepy. Apparently he didn't come off as creepy.
"Sure!" and they started walking, after Dean locked his vehicle.
"So, I was wondering what your weapons are. . .?" she inquired, and he debated for a moment on whether he should show her his pistol and knife or not, and then came to the conclusion that if she had a sniper scythe on her, then a little pistol and a pointy knife probably weren't anything to take note of.
He pulled out his M1911, and stared at it: when he tried to depress the magazine release button, he found that there was none, and at the butt of the pistol, where there would be the bottom of the magazine, there was just smooth, rounded plastic. Otherwise it was the same, and he removed the knife with the other hand, seeing as he did so that it was still the same. As the pulled the knife out, he felt something on his hip and looked around.
He saw two things that scared him: first of all was what looked like a dog's tail, emerging from the seat of his pants, and the second was that he had a pair of what looked like black, one-piece machetes in a sheath on his belt, at his hip. Putting the knife and pistol back, he removed the straight blades, and realized that they were different lengths.
Ruby watched him with interest, and he finally put the weapons back.
"So, what's your weapon?" he asked, feeling a little nonsensical. Usually you might ask about someone's job, or children, but here, apparently, you asked about their weapons.
"Oh, I just have Crescent Rose, a High Caliber Sniper Scythe," she said, lovingly, also removing the weapon, unfolding it, and plunging the tip into the ground, making Dean jump away.
"That . . . is a really big scythe. And. . . . It's a gun?" he said, puzzled by the receiver on the weapon. Ruby nodded; impressed that someone would recognize that it was a weapon, before being told.
"Well, let's get going," Dean said, edging away from Ruby as she folded up her weapon and slid it into its sheath.
"So, what type of Faunus are you?" she asked, as they walked.
"I—what's"— he was cut off by Ruby abruptly continuing.
"I-I'm sorry! It's just that I saw your ears, and I wondered. . . I've never seen something like that. . . I don't hate Faunus, I'm just curious," she trailed off, sounding like a kicked puppy.
"I—what's a Faunus?" he asked, and she stopped in her tracks, forcing him to double back a step.
"You're a Faunus, silly! It's like . . . like a human with animal traits!" she enthused, and then immediately dropped her gaze. He reached up the rub his head, and felt a pair of dog ears poking from his skull. He realized that must have been the horrible headache he had earlier.
"Um, I guess I'm a dog Faunus," he said, hesitantly, not sure what to say or do.
"Oh! That's cool!" Ruby said, perking up immediately. By this point, they had made their way to the dust shop, From Dust Till Dawn, and went inside. Ruby immediately put on headphones and headed to the magazine rack, and Dean went to the counter; maybe the old guy manning the teller could be of some informational use?
"Hello sir, I have been living under a rock for my life, and I was just wondering, what is this Dust stuff you have so much of?" he asked, not really sure where he was going. The owner looked at him, but responded with a kindly smile.
"Well, when humanity was first born, there were also creatures of the dark, called Grimm, that tried to destroy mankind, and they got us pretty good, almost all the way. Anyway, man found Nature's
Wrath, and used to fight back against the Grimm. Nowadays, the Schnee Dust Company," he said the name with a snarl of distaste, "makes most of the Dust available, and sub-par Dust at that. The hip new term for it is 'energy propellant,' but it works the same: it releases energy that we can manipulate," he finished, and Dean nodded, knowing that is next question was going to sound monumentally stupid, but asking it nevertheless.
"Aaaaaand what's Grimm?" Dean asked the shopkeeper, who just stared, "it's been a while since I was out from under my rock."
"They are the monsters that almost destroyed humanity, that Hunters fight?" the old man sounded like he was asking a question, but he smiled kindly and continued, "they have no soul, and they are vicious, and black and evil."
Dean smiled and wandered off, and a few minutes later, a guy with orange hair walked into the store, with a bunch of goons. From the corner Dean was in, he seemed to be robbing the place?
It was then that a hired gun approached him, and said something about putting his hands up. He pointed to his ears, pretending like he was deaf, and the guy walked closer, and the gun gestured for him to put his hands up. Dean shrugged, and the gun gestured with his own arms.
It was then that Dean attacked, punching him and repeating until he was thrown through the window. Another gun flew through a window, presumably because of Ruby, and the fight was on.
Eventually, they made their way outside, where the ginger-haired man made some snarky comment about it being worth every cent. Raising his cane, he shot his new friend Ruby, and made a run for it, obviously hoping the resulting cloud of smoke would hide his escape.
Dean gave chase, scaling a fire escape, knowing the scythemeister would either be alive or she wouldn't; a round like that was hardly survivable.
"Hey, ginger!" he shouted, "nowhere left to run!" Dean felt someone next to him, and realized it must be Ruby. Dean pulled out his pistol, and the ginger thief yelled something moronic, throwing something rather less moronic at them, again firing a round at them.
Not stopping to question how she survived the thief's first shot, he tackled Ruby out of the way. The action turned out to be pointless, when a woman in a tattered purple cloak blocked the shot using some sort of purple energy thing? Maybe this was one use of Dust?
Ruby turned her weapon into a compact sniper rifle, and Dean pulled his pistol out and started throwing rounds at the aircraft that the thief was now on.
After a brief battle, the thief vanished and the two found themselves in an interrogation cell, with the woman and a man in glasses.
A long conversation later, the man in glasses, who had introduced himself as Professor Ozpin, turned to Dean.
"And you? What is your name?"
"Dean Winchester," he said, shaking Ozpin's hand.
"Would you like to attend my school?" he asked. Dean weighed his options. Sure, he was used to sleeping in his Impala, but he didn't even know if gasoline existed here. He had almost no friends, no clue of where he was, and no money, whatever it was they used here. A moment later, he nodded.
"Sure, Professor, I'll attend your school."
The other nodded, and the two older ones left the room, leaving the door open for the other two. Dean surmised that he would have to sleep in the Impala.
AN: hey guys, can you tell I'm on a RWBY frenzy? Yeah so I'm not really into supernatural so any help that can be given would be wonderful.