A/N: Takes place during Swap Meat. I realized I jumped an episode, but meh.

As always, props to the amazing Sakura23165 for beta'ing this chapter! Couldn't have done it without you! :D


Chapter 1

Let Me Help Dammit

The two hunters and Grim Reaper were driving along a country road on the elder brother's trusted Impala. Dean was at the wheel with Sam as the co-pilot and Kid was delegated to the backseat. Most of their ride was silent with the older Winchester attempting to put some old-school rock music, followed by his brother immediately lowering it while Kid passively observed the scenery passing by.

"Hey, Samarra?"

Kid blinked and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Yes?"

"We need to find something to call you in public. 'Little Death' doesn't do the trick."

"Like I told you before, call me Kid," the teen replied. "It's…" his voice trailed off, "a nickname, of shorts." The boy crossed his arms. "And it is definitely preferred over any contemporary horror reference you come up with."

"Sure," Dean muttered, still getting used to the idea of the Grim Reaper having a son with whom they had formed a shaky alliance with. Add to the fact they weren't quite sure how to kill him if it turned out the boy weren`t the friendly-neighbor-Grim-Reaper he claimed to be, Dean thought carrying the Colt on him while Sam had the demon-hunting knife at all times the best precaution the brothers could take so far.

"We're here," Sam said as an old white house came into view. The building was usual for the area, as houses of a similar architecture lined the road, marking the beginning of a quaint river village in Massachusetts.

The car came into a stop next to the residence, with Dean shutting the engine and getting off the vehicle along with Sam. Kid made the motion of opening the car´s door before the elder Winchester slammed it shut.

"You stay in," Dean said to Kid. "This is our business."

"I can help you-"

"No," Dean cut him off. "Our business, our rules. Stay in."

The Grim Reaper let out a haughty cough before plopping back at his seat. "Fine."

As the Winchesters got out of the car, loudly closing the doors, and walking towards the house, Kid let out a frustrated sigh.

The brothers were completely unreasonable. A bit of mistrust is perfectly logical when dealing with strangers, but these two thought Kid would attack them at any moment. The first part of the journey felt like an interrogation; the elder brother, Dean, kept giving him patronizing 'I-bet-you're-lying-through-your-teeth' looks, letting sarcastic remarks at the young Reaper's answers, whereas Sam, to the boy's immense relief, only glared at him occasionally.

If they kept this up, Kid would attack them out of frustration.

Not that it would help his situation at all. Unfortunately, it seemed these two humans -and angel- were the only ones directly trying to stop the Apocalypse. Speaking of which, Kid's thoughts returned to his father. The boy's frowned deepened; at this point he knew little about the situation, so he could at best only give a rough estimate at what had happened to the Grim Reaper.

Death was definitely sealed, and from what little Kid felt during the summoning, and few information mentally exchanged between the two Reapers (which went less like telepathy and more along the lines of 'hey, here's a concept'), the binding was absolute, strong enough to null his father's own binding to Death City. It was tragic in a way; the one time his dad was finally free from his self-inflicted prison –not that Death had ever referred to his situation in such a negative light- and allowed to roam the world, he was bound to the Devil's wishes.

And the worst thing was that Kid couldn't do much. At first, his only option was to flee; had he stayed, the young Reaper would have also been captured and, bravado be damned, Kid was a pragmatist at heart when it came to such situations. Lucifer was much, much stronger compared to the young Grim Reaper, especially when said Reaper was ready to put on pajamas and go to sleep, which was when the summoning happened.

No, what Kid had to do was find allies; people that not only wanted to fight the Devil, but also had the means to do so. Asura's defeat was a group effort, so effective that Kid hadn't completed his lines of Sanzu, which most thought would be instrumental for a victory. For Lucifer, however, the situation was different. The DWMA did not deal with demons or other supernatural creatures as a rule, unless one of them ate souls. This, of course, meant that most people there did not know how to fight demons and the like, which in itself ruled them out as potential allies.

However, even if the DWMA´s technicians were to fight, Kid would be hesitant because this was the actual Devil they were dealing with. Fighting against him would be suicidal to a human, even if they were in Weapon form. And, of course, this didn't even count the danger that the Winchesters could pose if they labeled the weapons as non-human and followed an aggressive course of action.

Of course, Black Star would loudly protest if he heard that line of thought, with Liz ranting that she would come with Kid 'whether you like or not, brat', but they weren't here. They did not know the situation, and the last thing Kid wanted was to involve them in this cosmic mess.

The boy shook his head. There was no need dwelling at the past, especially when it didn't provide new insights. For now he'd have to play along with the brothers, hopefully maintaining the alliance long enough for the Winchesters to get in their heads that Kid was here to help, not 'whisk them in the middle of the night' or whatever other melodramatic quips Dean threw at the Grim Reaper.

Almost half an hour after the Winchesters had gone into the house, the brothers walked out and headed to the Impala, with Sam giving its residents one final wave.

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They were at a random Burger restaurant, or 'Dinner' as they called them. Sam and Dean were sitting opposite of each other with Kid in between. Dean had just brought their orders, the older brother's food being an unhealthy burger and fries, opposite to Sam's, which was a salad in a cup. Kid had ordered a simple ice tea; unsurprisingly the Grim Reaper's appetite hadn't been great since his father was kidnapped.

The two brothers started talking about their beloved babysitter and childhood´s memories, so Kid opted out of the conversation. Then Dean mentioned about normal life and Sam's face fell.

Oh dear, there was more melodrama. Kid could practically hear the sad piano playing in the background.

"The house is haunted," the boy spoke up, interrupting the brothers' conversation. Of all people he'd met -and there were several-, so far only these two managed to turn eating lunch into a scene right out of a drama TV show.

Dean rolled his eyes at the boy. "Congratulations, you heard our conversation."

"No, I did not. When I was in the car I used my Soul Perception to inspect the house-"

Sam paused midway through eating his salad. "Your soul what?"

"Soul Perception." Seeing Dean's blank stare and Sam's furrowing of eyebrows, Kid thought an explanation was necessary. "Think of it as a sixth sense which allows one to see souls. In certain cases, the souls of the deceased who linger in this realm can be seen as well."

"What did you see?" Dean abruptly asked.

"Not much." The boy shrugged. "I did not have a clear view, because as you may remember, I was not allowed into the house."

"Sure thing, what did you see?" Dean spelled out the question, brushing of the pointed remark.

Kid's frustration levels started to rise. "Learn to listen, Dean. I said I did not see much. I could sense yours and the other family's souls; they are three members, correct?"

Sam nodded.

"Well, there was another presence in the basement. It felt like the soul of a human, but not quite."

"So we are dealing with a ghost." Dean said with relief. It was good to know there was only a spirit, no many like that case on their childhood house.

"Most definitely."

"But did you sense the body?" the younger Winchester wanted to know.

Kid quirked his eyebrow at Sam. "The body?"

"To burn it, exorcise the ghost and stuff," Dean said as he focused on eating the last piece of his meal.

Kid grimaced. "Or, I could just go there myself and put the soul to rest without resorting to arson."

Dean paused midway through his burger, "You can do that?"

To which the Grim Reaper replied with a deadpan expression.

"If we don't find a body, we'll give you a shot." Then Dean tuned to his brother, as if Kid didn't exist anymore. "Sam, got anything?"

Sam, ignoring Kid once again, talked to Dean about not finding anything about their witch. Dean let out a snarky remark, also Ignoring Kid's persisting glare. The Grim Reaper took a deep breath and rubbed his brow. He would attack them later, after he rescued his father.

"A 'thank you' would be nice." Kid said through slightly gritted teeth. "Even better, how about you include me in this part of the conversation?"

"Sorry, Kid," Dean said in a tone implying the exact opposite. "But ghosts, this is our turf."

"You seem to forget I'm a Grim Reaper."

"Which is exactly why we're not taking you with us."

"I-…! This doesn't even make sense! I can help!"

Sam looked around him alarmed, as a few customers turned at Kid's outburst. The younger brother seemed to be fighting and losing a mental battle, until he finally took out his laptop and turned it on.

"Fine. Here's what I found out so far. Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." Sam turned his laptop to show them a site titled 'Witchcraft'. "Legend says he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft, Maggie Briggs."

"So, we're dealing with an angry ghost witch?"

"The soul wasn't a witch."

Sam frowned at the Reaper's comment. "You can tell them apart?"

"Depends. There are differences between humans who can learn to use magic, and witches who are born with their own type of magic."

Sam frowned in confusion. "There are?"

"Natural born witches are much more powerful, which translates to how their soul looks." Kid intertwined his hands and frowned. "I'm not sure about modern standards, but in the 18th century it was very rare for a normal human to summon a demon, the ingredients were too exotic; thus she must have been restricted to using very basic magic."

"That still doesn't explain what 'Murdered Chylde' means."

The Reaper threw Dean a deadpan stare. "Really?"

The elder Winchester gave the boy an incredulous look. "…What?"

"Let's start with the obvious. Chylde means child, and by 'Murdered Chylde' she must mean someone killed her kid, or another young human she was fond off. Taking into account she was human, thus any type of magic she did practice was weak at best, and that it was the 1720's, it's not unreasonable to assume she was murdered according to the story."

"The witch hunts," Sam muttered.

Kid tilted his head in thought. "Probably. The mystery is whether Mrs Briggs leaned magic to take revenge of the one who killed her child, or if it was the suspicion of witchcraft that got her and her child murdered."

"And where she's buried." Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, so maybe the guy did gunk an innocent woman. Sad story and all, but we're here to get rid of ghosts, not hear their woes."

Kid gave Dean a disapproving look. "A little empathy can get you a long way-"

"Or more likely, a quick way to the morgue," the elder brother retorted. "Listen up Kid. Don't know how you and daddy ran things, but you're on our team now. And we hunt, not have therapy groups for whatever homicidal monster decides to go on a rampage. Capiche?"

"And how has that worked out for you so far?" Kid stood up and placed both hands on the table. "From one's perspective, what you've accomplished so far is present yourselves as a trigger-happy cruel duo, ready to kill anything that's not your species."

Dean also stood up, his hand going dangerously close to where his hidden gun was. "You wanna test that rumour?"

"I should visit the library." Sam spoke up, distracting the two from a potential Deathmatch. "I can see if I can find something in the town records."

"I'm heading for the motel," Dean grumbled as he ate the last piece of his burger and headed for the Impala.

Kid rubbed his brow and sat down, seemingly calm again. "The library should be the best place to find these documents."

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

Unfortunately, even after spending half of their day at the local Library, Sam and Kid's search yielded no results.

"Did you find anything?" Kid asked, supporting his head on one hand while the other mindlessly shifted through pages, a small pile of old books placed in no particular order around him.

"No," Sam yawned as he closed another heavy book, containing records of the city's residents. Several similar archives surrounded the little desk space he'd claimed, all piled up neatly and organized. "You?"

"Nothing."

"Well," the younger Winchester stretched his back, "I don't think we're gonna find anything. I'm heading back."

"I'll stay. I'll look at the records again in case we missed something."

"Aren't you tired?"

"I don't really need to sleep," the Grim Reaper explained. "Go ahead, I'll be fine."

"Ok." Sam stood around purposelessly before addressing Kid once more in a hesitant tone. "So uh… would you like me to… bring you anything?"

"No, thank you. You should get some rest, you look tired."

"Alright." Sam made his way to the exit, but stopped. "Uh… Dean and I can pick you up tomorrow… Goodnight."

"Goodnight as well."

And as Sam got out of sight, Kid let out a long-suffering sigh, simultaneously giving a dirty look at the multitude of books around him. Truth be told, he wasn't a great fan of research, especially when it involved obscure records of someone who would prove to be not much of a threat at all. His apparent drive to do more reading about the unfortunate fate of the dead woman was a simple lie.

In reality, Kid wanted some time alone. The Winchesters were insufferable. If the car ride was frustrating, this case was pure adrenaline. Dean especially was much more difficult than Sam, but it could be the case that Sam was much better at not antagonizing those he disliked. Kid held no illusions; the brothers were devoted hunters of the supernatural, specializing in creatures of darkness and you couldn't get much 'darker' than the Grim Reaper. Their alliance was shaky at best, and homicidal at worst.

The boy shook his head. This was ridiculous. This case offered no strategic advantage over the Devil, but here he was, stuck with them. Kid could go rogue, but with no connections the young Grim Reaper might as well paint a symmetrical target on his head.

Kid closed his eyes in frustration and slipped further down his chair.

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

A street away, Sam was talking to Dean on his phone.

"Did you find anything?" came the elder's voice through the device.

"Bupkes. Kid is double-checking the records again in case we missed something."

"This late?"

"Apparently Grim Reapers don't require much sleep."

"Well, that's not creepy at all. Anyways, see you at the motel."

And Sam would have returned, had it not been for a carefully aimed blowdart.

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

Kid woke up from his light sleep a few hours later, seeing the first rays of sunlight. A clock nearby revealed the time was 7 in the morning. Despite Sam's claims, no one had showed up, which was strange.

The Reaper wondered if the Winchesters were close by, perhaps on their way to him. Kid activated his Soul Perception; the boy's color vision dimmed while countless orbs appeared at varying distances across the city. The Grim Reaper searched for the brothers' souls. From what he'd able to observe, Dean and Sam's souls outwardly looked like any ordinary human soul. Yet if one was to take a closer look, they'd find a burning passion to protect their loved ones, maybe a bit too strong and somewhat blinding, as their actions towards Kid so far had indicated.

There was Dean, Kid noticing the soul several blocks away, close to where the motel which they were currently staying in. Strangely enough, Sam wasn't with him. Upon closer inspection, Sam's soul was a few feet away on the complete opposite of where the motel was and didn't show any sign of moving closer to Kid. The Reaper shifted his attention back to Dean, as there was another soul close to the hunter. The unknown soul's light blue hue and relatively small size indicated it was one of a teenager.

Kid frowned in confusion. This didn't make sense. Then he felt a wave of distress coming from Sam's soul. The Grim Reaper forced his eyes open, leaped out of his chair and ran at Sam's location.

Something was wrong.

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

It was a few blocks away, in a neighborhood of white picket houses and carefully trimmed lawns that Kid found himself close to Sam's soul.

However, Sam's strange location proved to be the least of Kid's problems.

"Sam?!"

A black haired gangly teenager, turned around in surprise, which only intensified when he saw the young Reaper. "Kid?! You recognize me? Oh, thank God-!"

"What happened?! I sensed you were in distress and I came to meet you, but…" Kid did a once over of Sam's form. "That's not your body!"

'Sam' threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "You think I haven't noticed?!"

"What happened?!" Kid gestured to not-Sam's body.

"I don't know!" the younger Winchester exclaimed as he ran a hand through his now short hair. "Wait, you said you sensed me in distress?!"

"Soul Perception." The Grim Reaper crossed his arms at the brother's raised eyebrow. "Don't act as if you're not glad I'm here."

Sam shook his head. "Whatever. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"Uh…" Kid gave the 'teen' a wide-eyed look. "It… could be a transfer of souls, probably is one-"

"Witchcraft?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders. "Probably."

"Damn it, Gary," Sam muttered. "So any ideas?"

"I… uh," Kid rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down. "You should lay low. The person who did this has your body and he's probably dangerous, probably the soul I sensed near Dean. Have you contacted your brother?"

"I tried, but he's not answering."

"Did anything happen last night, anything unusual at all?"

"I…" Sam scrunched his eyebrows, "think I was drugged with a blowdart…?"

"Knock you unconscious, it could make the process easier…"Kid mumbled and shook his head. "This was preplanned."

"Is there any way to… fix this?"

The Grim Reaper looked away deep in thought. "If it's a spell, it probably has a counter-spell… if we could find the spell itself-"

"Then we can find a way to reverse the process," Sam concluded.

"If not, that's were things get complicated."

"Can you do anything?"

Kid looked away uncomfortably. "…I could try reversing the process myself, but…"

The younger Winchester crossed his arms. "Would that end up in one of us dying?"

The Reaper shrugged apologetically. "…A potential side effect."

Sam rubbed his temples. "Ok, so we should first find out what happened with my body."

Kid nodded.

"Kid, I need you to go and find Dean."

"But what about-?"

"See if you can find who got my body. Try to act natural, find a way to tell Dean in secret about this and then get the witch so we can fix this." Sam ran a hand through his now-short black hair. "I know Gary, the original owner of the body, practiced witchcraft. I'll try to find his book, see if we can locate the spell used."

"What if something happens? He may have accomplices."

Sam huffed in indignation. "He's a teenager and a nerd; the only accomplishes he has are acne and sexual frustration."

Nevertheless, Kid gave the brother a worried look. "Whatever the case, be careful. I may not know you two for long, but I'm certain Dean will have my head if something happens to you. Literally."

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

It was about twenty minutes later that Kid ran –he seemed to be doing a lot of that recently- back to the motel. The young Reaper stopped outside the entrance to Dean's room, quickly adjusting the hem of his shirt –one the brothers had half-heartedly acquired so Kid wouldn't look like a horror movie victim- while simultaneously checking the room with his Soul Perception to insure Dean and Sam's body-snatcher were still there. He quickly ran a hand down his hair as well to fix stray strands into place, and upon making sure he was symmetrical –Sanzu lines be damned- Kid politely knocked on the door.

"Who-?" To be greeted by Sam's body which was housing a different soul, the disconnect causing a small wave of vertigo to the young Reaper. Kid had to employ all his mental strength to not flinch at the sight.

"Kid, where've you been, man?!" Thankfully, Dean showed up from the side and the boy tried his best to keep his face neutral.

"I… uh… got caught up at the Library."

"Did you now?"

"Yes, I did." Seeing Dean's persistent scowl, Kid folded his arms. "Are you implying something?"

"No, no, of course not. It's just that Sam, over there," he gestured to the imposter, "already found out where the witch was buried. Why were you at the Library again?"

"I did not know Sam acquired such data." Kid turned to Sam's body. "I must say that is impressive. Where did you come across such information?"

"Uh…" the imposter hesitated. "Research. You know, at the Library."

The young supernatural looked away. "I was with you at the Library."

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Yeah, sorry, man…"

Kid's eyes would roll out of his skull, if they could. This person was a horrible, twitchy liar. How had Dean not figured out the switch yet?

"I see. Please be more considerate next time. I may not need much sleep, but it is something I appreciate."

"Yeah, sure, man."

Kid turned to Dean, inwardly wanting to scream at him for not realizing the switch, but outwardly gave the older brother a blank look. "Since you found the body, the witch…?"

"She's dead."

Kid raised an eyebrow.

"I meant deader- You know what I mean."

"Sure…"

An uncomfortable silence fell between the three.

"So," Dean spoke up. "Me and Sam are heading out to a bar-"

Good. Maybe then, Kid would manage to separate the two and explain the situation to Dean. "I'll be ready in a few."

The impostor let out a shocked laugh. "What? Dude, you're like thirteen. Me and Dean, we're adults. We can drink and stuff."

Oh, Kid had forgotten about that. Despite Death City technically being in the U.S., certain parts differed greatly, to account for the large presence of international students, such as adopting the Metric system, Celsius scale and changing the legal age to 18, not that Kid had bothered with the last part since he couldn't get drunk anyways.

The elder Winchester shrugged. "Nothing I can do. You look underage, Kid, and I don't think you got an ID."

Kid´s sight was fixed on the impostor -or as the actual Sam had mentioned; Gary- as the two humans left the room. They'd get back eventually. Then he'd confront the impostor.

The body-snatcher was a teenager; that much he could tell from seeing Sam's current form. And from what little he'd picked up, Gary was an ordinary teenager, his eagerness to get drunk and 'do badass stuff' revealed as much. Coupled with the picket fence house and a brief scan of the souls inside, his family was usual, if not a bit strict, in which case witchcraft would be an enticing prospect for a rebellious teenager. How Gary had recognized the brothers and why he was acting in that way was a mystery, though it could very well be that he didn't understood the implications of his actions.

In that case, Kid thought to himself, a proper demonstration on supernatural creatures is due.

Dark shadows, appeared on the edges of Kid's form, the fluorescent yellow eyes glowing slightly brighter, contrasting the pale white skin.

You want an exciting encounter with the supernatural, Gary? The Grim Reaper's lips turned up slightly into a faint smirk. You should have been careful what you wished for.

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

It was several hours later, after Dean had come in and crashed on the bed, that Kid sensed Gary arriving on the motel. The body-snatcher tried sneakily make his way across the motel, towards Dean's room, and he would have done so, hadn´t it been for a thin figure seemingly materialized from the dark shadows.

"So you came back. Dean was starting to worry."

"K-Kid?" The imposter let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me, man. Why are you up so late?"

The boy pointedly ignored the body-snatcher's attempt of small talk. "We haven't properly met, yet. Hello, Gary."

Fake-Sam's eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Gary." The Grim Reaper tilted his head in mock confusion. "Is that not your name?"

"Uh, no. My name is Sam-"

"Sam is the name of the original owner of this body, which you are not. You," Kid took a step forwards while the human backed away, "are Gary. Am I mistaken?"

"Yes, you are!"

"It was a rhetorical question."

The imposter adopted a nervous smile, which he quickly dropped upon seeing no change in Kid's blank expression. "What are you saying, man?"

"Gary, you may have already guessed, but I'm not human."

"Not human?" Fake-Sam let out a nervous mile. "H-Hah, that's crazy talk, dude. What are you then? An alien?"

"Don't try to play coy with me." Gary stepped back as Kid walked towards him. "You know of the existence of the supernatural. If I may say, you are part of the community yourself, though the means are sketchy."

"A-And how can you see that?"

"I can see your soul." Kid tilted his head as if to look down on Sam's body. "You are not Sam . You are a boy at his late teens, named Gary, who has been dabbing in the magical arts."

"How do you know that-?" the imposter cut himself off, "-I-I mean… what do you mean you can see my soul?" He took another step back, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. "Neither angels nor demons can see that much"

"Father and I are what you would call 'experts when it comes to souls."

"Yeah? Who's he?"

"Death." Kid gave the boy a mocking smile. "You may also know him as the Grim Reaper."

The Reaper heard Gary actively gulp. "… De-Death? As in the horseman?"

"We don't have horses in our house."

Garry stumbled backwards towards the bed frame.

"Now then, may I ask how you performed such an underhanded trick?" Kid said slowly. "Playing with souls is not something I appreciate."

"Get the hell away from me-!"

"Gary," Kid insisted in a soft tone which sent shivers down the body-snatcher's mind. "Playtime is over. Tell me what you're planning and I may spare your life."

The tension was palpable. The imposter's pathetic attempt of a rebuttal only fuelled Kid's annoyance, causing dark writhing shadows to manifest at the edges of his skinny frame. For a moment, Gary's eye caught glance of one of the monstrous shadows, then quickly focused ON Kid's eyes which seeming to glow a menacing yellow…

"Ok!" the imposter exclaimed, shutting his eyes and turning away from the Grim Reaper. "Ok. I admit it. I'm Gary-"

Then Dean jumped out of the shadows, demon-killing knife in hand. "Fucking knew there something was wrong with Sam"

"Hello, Dean," Kid calmly commented, still focused on Gary. "How nice of you to join us."

The Winchester frowned. "You knew I was hiding?"

"Soul Perception."

The elder brother shook his head before refocusing on Gary. He marched towards his brother's body and put the demon knife right under the impostor's Adams apple. "Where's Sam?"

"He's with Trev and Nora, they called me saying they've taken him hostage I think," Gary fumbled on his own words, to the verge of tears. "I don't know what they plan to do-I'm sorry-"

"Where?" Dean cut the imposter off from his frantic rant, applying more pressure to the knife.

"At Trevor's house, Brown Street 24-!"

Kid cursed loudly, before vanishing into the shadows. Dean blinked in surprise before turning back to the imposter.

"So, Gary," Dean threw the teenager a scathing look. "Let's talk."

\*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*/

Meanwhile, Sam trapped in Gary´s body and tied up in a chair, had inadvertently learned all about the situation. Gary and his two other friends, Trevor and Nora, were not only playing with witchcraft but also were talking with actual demons, as if the witchcraft part wasn't bad enough. In that way, the three teenagers had learned about Dean Winchester, "the number one most wanted" in Hell, and the prize for his head and had devised an infuriatingly simple yet effective scheme.

Their plan was simple: Gary would pretend to be Sam in order to get near Dean and kill him. Thankfully from the brothers, something had gone wrong, and Gary had not fulfilled their goal yet, to the endless frustration of one of the teens…

"I'm calling up one of these bad boys, turning these punks over, and getting paid. Dolla, dolla, bills, y'all-!" sang Trevor, coming closer to a ritual pentagram, as Sam desperately fought against the ropes around him with Nora just staring in horror. That´s right, that red-headed idiot was about to summon a demon.

"There's no reason for that," A voice sounded. In that precise moment, a slim black-haired teenager wearing a black suit had appeared out of nowhere and was now giving the two teens a hard look. Trevor and Nora blinked in confusion. Sam, on the other hand, felt slightly relieved.

"The hell are you?" Travel said, staring at the stranger in disbelief.

"I'm a Grim Reaper."

"What?"

"And you, young man and young lady, are in a lot of trouble!" said Kid furiously, one hand on his hip while the other pointed accusingly at the teens.

"We weren't doing anything," Nora tried to defend her and her friend. "Like I said we were just goofing off!"

"No we weren't-!" Trevor started, but she cut him off.

"Shut up, Trev!"

"Yeah, Trev," Sam mocked from the sidelines.

"Summon that demon and I'll be collecting your souls." Kid threatened, gaze fixed on the two teens.

"Really? And what if I summon the demon first, huh?" The red-headed teen shot back with a hint of challenge.

"You listen here, you little brat." Death the Kid said, as he took a few steps forward. The shadows in the room seemed to expand and surround the Reaper. His yellow eyes were practically glowing with a killer intent and the two teens took a few steps back. "You want to summon that demon and complicate things, go right ahead. But realize that the moment you do that, you become my enemy and I'll kill you because there are bigger things at stake here. So what will it be?"

"Ok," Trevor gulped, raising his hands in a placating matter. "Ok, fine, we won't do a thing, big guy."

Kid sighed. "Well, I'm glad we got that settled," he said as his form returned back to normal. He turned around and started untying Sam.

"Like hell," Trevor muttered, as he grabbed a bottle with a red liquid inside

The girl shouted a desperate no, but the boy smashed the bottle spilling its contents all over Kid who flinched at the contact and took a step backwards.

"That's pomegranate juice, asshole! And that-!" he exclaimed, as he pointed to an intricate drawing on the ceiling, "-is a Reaper's trap! So you're home-bound, sucker!"

Indeed, as Kid took a step forwards he seemingly stumbled on an invisible barrier.

"Kid!" Sam shouted.

The idiotic boy started chanting, as Kid brought a fist to the barrier. There was a light flicker as the trap let out a few sparks. Trevor boy continued the summoning.

"No, don't do it!" Sam yelled, as he fought against his constraints.

"This trap is weak." Kid summoned most of his power. A dark energy surrounded his frame as he backed up one side of the trap, the part where his body and barrier were touching let out black and yellow sparks. The barrier broke right when Trevor finished his chant.

It was too late. The demon was summoned. Kid pulled on Sam's restraints and disappeared.

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"They… they had a Grim Reaper," said Trevor, lying scared on the floor and clutching his broken hand. He had promised the two Winchester brothers to the demon and she was really disappointed. When found out they had ran away… Trevor's arm was the first casualty.

"What?!" the demon hissed inside Nora`s body. "What do you mean a Grim Reaper? How did it look like?!"

"Uh… uh… a teenager, I guess. He had black hair with some weird white stripes, wore a suit-"

The teen was cut off by the demon picking him up by the collar. "If you're lying to me, you'll regret it!"

"No, No!" Trevor protested, pointing towards the ceiling. "Look, Gary had set up a Reaper's trap, just in case, but then that… thing broke it!"

The demon looked up to see the scorched remains of what resembled a Reaper's trap. "That's impossible. Our Lord has already subjugated Death."

"Sam Winchester… he called him 'Kid"... Does that help?"

"Kid?" the demon snorted. "No matter. Show me where Sam Winchester's body is, we'll see how it goes from there."

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Meanwhile, Kid and Sam's sudden arrival at the motel room went less smoothly than expected and involved copious amount of screaming.

"Who the hell are you-?!"

"Dean, that's Sam -!"

"What the fuck-?!"

"You bastard give me back my body-!"

In that moment everyone, but Gary were thrown back to the wall unceremoniously. Kid and Sam were hold there by a mysterious force, and Dean fell hard to the ground, hitting his head and losing the Colt and the mystical knife in the process; Gary clutched his ribs in pain. The impostor looked up to see a smirking Nora and a miffed Trevor.

"Trevor, what the hell-?!" Gary started

"It's your fault, Gary! Had you not pussied out, we'd be knee deep in power, but nooo, you had to grow a goddamned conscience-!"

"Shut up, Trevor. You're annoying," the demon cut the taller boy off.

"Nora?!" Gary asked, his voice a mix of confusion and horror.

"That's not her, Gary," Sam warned. "Your buddy Trevor summoned a demon who possessed her."

The demon gave the group a deranged smile. "My, my, what an interesting little group we have here! The Winchester brothers, a witch and a… little Reaper…"

"How observant," Kid dryly said.

"Why, hello there. I know Sam and Dean, but I didn't know they had a little Reaper in their merry group. You must be a new acquisition." She strolled towards him, her fake smile never faltering. "It has been such a long time since I last saw one of your kind. Though, I must say you don't seem like an ordinary Reaper."

"Uh, I think that's a Grim Reaper," Gary added with a nervous smile.

Kid posture's faltered, as the demon's eyes also widened, focusing on the inhuman boy.

"Gary, you idiot, shut up," Dean muttered through clenched teeth.

"Grim Reaper… So you're the one that little twerp claimed to trap."

"I did trap him!" Trevor protested.

"Hardly. The trap was weak and asymmetrical." Kid shot back, annoyed.

"Hey-!"

"But there's a problem." Taking a few tentative steps forwards, the demon focused on Kid. "If you're the Grim Reaper," she drawled, "then who is it our Lord has under his command?"

Kid clenched his teeth and fists.

"Oh dear, did I hit a nerve?" The demon mocked. "Trevor said your name was Kid…"

The Reaper's eyes further narrowed.

"That's an awfully specific name, isn't it?"

Kid remained silent.

"Well, whatever," the demon said nonchalantly, and focused at Gary. "I must say I´m impressed, really. You got the two Winchester brothers for me… You did earn your reward..." She gave the teen a 'warm' smile. "What is it? What do you want? Tell me, anything."

Trevor wanted to protest, but he didn't dare to annoy the demon even more, so he settled for sulking in the background, clutching his hurt arm.

"I want to be a witch. A real one and more powerful," Gary said, as the demon walked near him.

"Oh, I see. You want power; power to do whatever you want, power to be free… from your dad… from his Plan." The creature smiled with cruel pleasure, walking around him like a cat stalking a mouse. "I can give that to you… you just need to meet our Lord and you will have everything you have always wanted…"

"L-Lord? You mean…?"

"That´s right. The Devil, Satan, Your Dark Majesty, whatever the kids call him nowadays." The demon paused, noting the teenager´s panic. "Don´t be afraid. He will ask you a simple, single question and you just have to say yes…"

Sam's eyes widened in panic. The young Winchester opened his mouth to shout at Gary.

"Ah yes, because dealing with the Devil is a trustworthy investment," Kid said before Sam could speak up, earning him the demon´s attention once again.

"Say, why are you allied with the Winchester brothers anyway? They'd rather kill you than help you" She walked again where the young Reaper was detained until they were face-to-face.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm hard to kill." Kid sneered. "As for my reasons, I have my own agenda, which I don't plan to discuss with you."

"Being hard to kill never stopped them before. I'd double-check if I were you, Grim Reaper or not." The demon mocked.

Kid let out a long sigh. "Ok, this charade is over." Said Kid tired of her

"Why yes, it is," she said, smiling. "It´s time to call the Boss."

However, since the demon centered all her attention on Kid, she hadn't noticed Dean reaching for his jacket. The elder brother's hands took hold of the Colt, and he immediately brought it up, aiming right between the demon's eyes.

The next happened in a fraction of a second. The older Winchester was about to pull the trigger yet he was slammed back at the wall with full force.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as the possessed girl walked straight to Dean, with wrath on her eyes.

"What did you try to do, huh? You wanted to kill me?!" She kicked Dean one time before repeating the same action again, again, and again. The demon´s power still had Kid and Sam against the wall, so they couldn't move in order to help Dean, while Trevor and Gary were just watching in horror, as blood flowed free from the hunter´s mouth and nose.

All of a sudden, fake-Sam started chanting an exorcism, weakening her power on the Reaper and Sam; Gary´s new liking for Dean was stronger than horror or ambition. The possessed girl quickly turned and headed towards the teen, but was tackled by Kid shortly after. The demon trashed at the Reaper's firm hold, using her magic to hit him with force that would kill a normal human, yet Kid's grip remained steady. The Winchesters joined the exorcism.

She grabbed a nearby knife brought it right above the collarbone before Kid caught her hand. Kid, however, was slowly losing the battle as the exorcism gave the demon strength only a truly desperate person could muster, resulting in the demon inverting position with him, but Kid never let her go, even when she tried to stab him. Kid's eyes narrowed. The blade came uncomfortably close to the Reaper's skin.

In one swift gesture the boy let go of the demon's hands. The blade sunk in right below his collarbone, but Kid's hands were aiming for a different target.

The Reaper plunged his hand at the girl's torso. "Get out."

The demon let out an inhumane scream, black mist flowing out though her mouth, ears and eyes before bunching up into a cloud and being plunged through the floor downwards, leaving a scorch mark behind. Nora's unconscious body collapsed on top of a heavy breathing Kid.

It was over.

Dean helped Sam gently roll away the girl's body from the Reaper. Dean raised his eyes at Kid's exhausted form. "You alive?"

Kid let out a low rumble as he reached for the knife and pulled it out in one swift motion, ignoring the blood coming from the open wound. "Do all your excursions go so swimmingly?"

"That was one of the good ones."

"Good grief..."

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"Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat." Gary dropped a black powder into a ceramic bowl located between him and Sam, causing a bright light to flare from it. When the light died down, it was the same bodies staring at each other, yet you could see the change in attitude. Gary's body, with the teenager now in it, looked away in discomfort, while Sam got up and looked at himself in a mirror mounted on the motel´s room.

"So, we good?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, we're good." Sam let out a relieved sight and rotated his shoulders. "Oh, man, it's nice to be back."

"Yeah. Awesome." Gary mumbled, depressed of returning to his boring life.

"Finally," Kid mumbled, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

"Can we go now?" Trevor moaned, reclining on the nearby wall and clutching his broken hand. "I have to go to a hospital."

Dean scoffed as he regarded the three teens. "No. Let's talk about your summoning a demon and the whole body-snatching scheme-"

"It wasn't a big deal." Trevor shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. "You know, we're teenagers, wanted to rebel-"

"You played with souls because you felt like rebelling?!" Kid hissed standing up and glaring daggers at the three teenagers. "Do I even need to point out the idiotic, inconsiderate, ignorant…-?"

"Kid-" Dean warned.

"And as for you two idiots!" the Grim Reaper turned to the brothers. "If you'd allowed me to help in the first place, we'd have left the city before this wannabe sorcerer figured out where you were!"

"We won't do it again, we promise!" Nora shouted a bit too forcefully, briefly shielding Gary from the ranting Reaper.

"You'd better keep your word, you three," Kid turned to the teenagers. "Because if you repeat this farce, I will come for you and it won't be for polite conversation." He coughed. "Now excuse me, I'll go throw up. Damn Pomegranates…"

Dean looked to the retreating Reaper. "What he said. Let's be clear Gary, Nora and you little idiot, Trevor. If you were of voting age… you'd be dead. Because we'd hunt you down. So either stop messing with things beyond you or it will come back to bite you in the ass. Capiche?"

"…Capiche," the three teens said, lowering their heads in defeat.

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The Impala pulled up outside Gary's house, with the humans getting out. After a brief exchange between the brothers and three teenagers, the Winchesters went back into the car. The brothers and Reaper sat in silence.

Kid crossed his arms in annoyance. If his earlier rant earned another snarky glance from the hunter pair, so help him-

"Oi Kid," Dean said.

"What?"

"Nice freak out back there. Scared the pants of the wannabe witches."

"… I'll take it as a compliment." Kid sighed. "It was nice of Sam to sympathize with Gary; as much of an idiot as that boy is, he's not… evil, in a sense."

Dean turned to Sam. "Did you mean it, Sam? All that apple-pie, family crap?"

Sam snorted. "No. That kid's life sucked ass. It's stressful. Trust me – we didn't miss a damn thing."

"Or we don't know what we're missing."

And with that, Dean started to drive.