Summary: It's been 4 months since Dean took the plunge to hell. Desperate, Sam chases for something… or someone, most hunters and even demons deem as myth. The Master of Death… wait a minute, The Mistress of Death?!
Disclaimer: We've been through this... Its a fanfiction...
Pairings: Sam/Harry/Dean, Sam/Harry, Dean/Harry. No Wincest fangirls, sorry!
Warnings: NO WINCEST. Genderbend!Harry. Mistress of Death (And by made up, I mean the facts surrounding this detail, not the "Master of Death" part its self, we all of that to J.K our queen). Some Ruby bashing. Maybe a few Swearing here and there. Oh, I forgot to add something the last time. This is UNBETAed(?), so if any of you are interested, feel free to PM me.
Author's Note: *Pants* I did it! I made it just in time! Reviews push the plot bunnies to mass produce. I know most of you guys relates to that. So yeah, here we are.
I had an amazing time reading all of your reviews! And I felt so honored to have you guys read my work! I hope that you would all enjoy it~! And have fun reading the first chapter of The Mistress of Death~!
~Lazarus Rising~
"The ethereal beauty of the female semblance conceals that they really are dangerous like a great white shark in the most peaceful and deep water."
-Czon
She was nothing like what Sam imagined when he heard about the Master of Death. For one she was a girl, which made the 'Master' completely inappropriate and more akin to the Mistress of Death instead. Second, her underlying innocence… it was fascinating. It has this certain pull. Even a demon can't do something like that with all the power they flaunter around. And lastly, she looks disturbingly attractive.
"Harry" had smooth and silky obsidian hair, curled spontaneously around her. She had the most stunning emerald eyes that would put that very gem to shame. Of course, you couldn't really ignore the perfect womanly curves she posses.
Sam gulped, once, twice.
Harriet tilted her head to the side. "Is something the matter?" she asked with a frown on her full lips. Now that the youngest Winchester payed more attention, she seemed to have a heavy British accent, very pale to… definitely from UK.
"You're the Master of Death?! You are real!" Sam asked getting over the shock.
She chuckled. Bless her, it sounded like bells.
"Of course I am and its Mistress, actually!" she smiled. "Its just a title, really… pretty misleading if you ask me. I don't fancy Death as a house elf," Harry added sounding amused.
"You're what now?" Sam questioned confused and still slightly dazed by the girl's laugh. 'Focus Sam, she's a threat! Now stop acting like Dean checking a girl out!' he chastised himself mentally. "Nevermind, I'm Sam Winchester and I-"
"Oh! So you're the one who summoned me. Well, I have to hand it to you, Sam, taking a chance with a myth means you're a very desperate bloke," she said as she inspected the devil's trap Sam summoned her into looking slightly curious. By the next minute she did something surprising. She hopped out of it and grinned. "Aha!"
Suddenly on guard, Sam took his knife, ready to pounce on the girl at any minute he deemed necessary. She may not be a demon but hopefully the knife would do some damage.
"Woah!" Harry exclaimed moving her hands upward in an attempt of peace. "Woah there Sam! I was just curious… and as you can see I'm not the type of being you were expecting," she paused. "Whatever it was you were expecting… Well, the point is I'm human," she explained.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Sam growled slightly.
"Okay… well, not a hundred percent human," she relented biting her lips.
Pointing his knife more threateningly at the female's chest he asked, "What are you?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"To put it simply, I'm a witch."
The hunter cursed, he didn't go to all these trouble just to be greeted by a demon's bitch. No, not another dead end.
Harry looked at him dead in the eye and had a momentary realization(1).
"I'm not a dead end Sam. It was not my fault, I was born like this. And honestly the 'Demon's Bitch' is just offensive!" Harriet huffed as she crossed her arms around her chest. She wasn't even sure if demons were real, she hear vaguely about them when she was still an Auror, but seeing is believing. Then again based from what she has been through, who knows?
She tsked, slightly irritated. "You know on normal circumstances, I wouldn't be able to do what you're asking me to do, especially when you're so rude!" a thoughtful pause. "But you're in luck! It just so happens that a certain little birdie asked me to do something similar," she smirked mischievously.
'What the?'
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Sam asked cautiously.
She chuckled again.
'Damn, it sounds so good!' Sam thought once again.
"I have a few tricks up my sleeve. See you later, Sammy!" and with that, she was gone.
…
Pontiac, Illinois
It was dark. He couldn't see anything. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was… hell. Feeling a slight rise of panic, the man searched through the fold of his clothes for his lighter. Managing to locate the familiar cool part of the material he flicked his lighter on…
'Son of a bitch, I'm inside a freaking coffin!'
Opening his mouth he tried to speak. It came out as a strangled wheeze. Trying again, he shouted for help as loud as could muster, which wasn't very much mind you. He pounded hard at the wood above him, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. He scratched and pounded even harder.
It was a few minutes later… or was it an hour later? An arm reached out above the dirt and soil it came from. Seconds later, another shot out. He pushed his head out and proceeded to do the same to his whole body. He didn't know what day it was, what hour of the day it was or even where the hell he was.
But, it didn't matter, he was out.
Dean Winchester was no longer in hell.
He panted and gasped for air. There was the sun blaring right across his face. Dean didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed. A little bit of both maybe. Looking back he found a wooden cross planted on, what he assumed, was his grave…
...and a perfect circle around it full of dead grass and trees.
Whatever happened, he sure did get some help.
…
"Hmn… Astoria Hotel, not the first place I would look for a certain Sam Winchester." thought Harry. She continued to navigate her way through the slightly dingy hallway. Hopefully she wouldn't get lost. All of the hallways seems identical to her, well, except the room numbers. She survived Hogwarts didn't she? Back then the stairs even moved on their own! "Now, what room number was it again? Was it 204? Merlin, I totally forgot."
Choosing to just go with the flow, she shrugged and knocked on door 204. Not a second later a huge brawly man opened the door. He grinned. "Are you lost little missy?" he leered.
Suddenly sweating profusely, Harriet yelped quietly, "I think I got the wrong room, sorry!" She dash through the corner not looking back in case the giant decided to follow her through the hall. Turning around a corner she stopped. She looked back and sighed quietly, she lost him.
Well, that didn't work. How the hell would she find Sam now?
Two different rooms later…
Harriet swallowed as she knocked on room 207, hoping to get it right this time. This time a young woman opened the door. She was scantily clad, with only a tank top and underwear to shield her from the elements. "You got it wrong again! Merlin's balls, Harriet!"
Before she could apologize and continue Sammy Hunting, the girl looked at her expectantly. "So where is it?" she asked.
Feeling confused, Harry looked behind herself wondering if the girl was talking to someone else behind her. Apparently not, no one was there so she asked the other brunette in front of her to elaborate.
"The pizza," she said, frowning at Harriet.
"Uhh, right, well. If you'll excuse me, I think I got the wrong room…"
Just then, the man she was looking for chose to have his entrance. The hunter stood tall and alert, as if he was ready for a fight. A true seasoned warrior.
"Hey, is...?"
Sam did a double take upon seeing Harry. He swallowed thickly. He thought that there was no chance of Harriet coming back after her abrupt leave the last time they saw each other. He stopped hoping after that. She looked different… was she wearing glasses?
Sighing in relief, the Mistress of Death walked in. She finally got the same room!
Without warning, Sam charged unto Harry with his knife. The other young woman by the door screamed as the youngest Winchester made a move on the emerald-eyed lady. The British girl barely survived unscathed from the knife that was thrust onto her.
"Merlin! You could kill someone with that Sam!" Harriet exclaimed, baffled as she slowly moved out of the way and away from the very lethal and painful looking knife.
Sam gritted his teeth… "What are you doing here?" he growled.
She frowned, "What's with all the hostility Sam? I do not remember doing anything that would antagonize you to me."
"The last time we met you just left with no inclination of what you were up to! And it was my fault, letting you get away (2)… Now you expect me to be cool when a witch just waltz through my motel room and not attack you? A witch?!" he asked incredulously, still sharp and alert. He fingered his dagger nervously.
Harry huffed. "I admit, I was a bit… vague the last time, but that is no reason to attack me!" she shouted. "After all I've been through, to bring back your brother!"
"…So uhh, are you two like… together?" the young woman at the side asked confused.
"What the hell?! Didn't we just practically murdered one another? What makes this girl think that we are a couple?"
"NO!" they answered simultaneously, fuming.
…
"Heya, Sammy."
A teary Sam Winchester engulfed his brother in a desperate hug. He thought he was never going to see him again. His older brother, the person he looked up to… After all this four months of desperate searching and hoping, here he was… in the flash.
Bobby stood silently on the sidelines. He was feeling quite emotional himself. These boys were his family, and to see them both together again was a blessing he would forever be thankful for.
Suddenly, a feminine voice called out from the motel bathroom, "Sammy, do you have any towels? I forgot to get one when I went into the shower."
Pushing Dean back at arm's length, Sam sighed irritably.
"I'm not your servant, Harriet! And stop calling me Sammy!" he answered right back.
"Would you rather me walking around naked just to get a stupid towel?" the voice shot back, equally irritated.
Dean, having found something at the background, walked through the threshold and picked up a lacy emerald bra that was neatly folded and placed delicately at the only bed inside. Raising it up, he raised an eyebrow and mouthed something along the lines of 'the hell?' at his younger brother.
Rolling his eyes, Sam reached through some random cabinet, pulled out a fluffy white towel and made his way to the bathroom, throwing the material in.
Seconds later, a young woman emerged from the shower, clad with nothing but the towel Sam handed to her. She stopped short upon seeing the other men in the room. The brunette cursed as she hurriedly took her clothes and locked herself in the room she just came out of.
Bobby looked back at Sam, only to see a wicked smirk gracing his face. He looked at Dean and found out that he was smiling goofily to himself as well, most probably liking what he saw. He sighed. 'Idjits.'
"Arrgh! If that was your idea of a prank, you're even more of a prat than I thought you were, Sam Winchester! Grow up!" the girl snarled as she stormed out of her hiding place, pointing an accusing finger at the man himself.
She wore a tight red tank top and medium length black shorts. Her hair was flopped damply around her pale face and she had a heavy flush on her cheeks. Either it was from embarrassment or from anger, he didn't know.
Sam shrugged and proceeded to ignore her.
The older Winchester coughed. "You know I don't mind," he smiled charmingly. "I'm sorry for Sammy here. He tends to be a bit grumpy. I'm Dean by the way, Dean Winchester," he winked slyly at the young woman.
She paused momentarily and smiled slightly. "I was starting to lose my hope with the Winchesters. I hope you don't disappoint Dean. My name is Harriet Lily Potter, you could call me Harry if you want."
"A Brit huh... You don't know what you're missing, Sammy." Dean whispered quietly to his sibling. Sam looked incredulously at Dean, which the latter seemed to have ignored.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Dean," Sam shot back tersely.
Dean pointedly ignored his brother thinking it was just another one of his grumpy drama, and proceeded in flirting. After all she looked harmless enough. He grinned, "Nah, I think I'll stick with Princess," he chuckled.
Harriet blushed but quickly regained her bearings and coughed daintily on her hand.
"Well, it seems like you arrived earlier than I thought they would. I'm glad you're out of hell, Dean. I heard a lot about you from Death. Heard you were one of his frequent customers in the past… hopefully not so much in the future."
The eldest Winchester became deathly quiet. Bobby was already edging through his pocket to get his gun.
Having seen this coming, Harriet ignored them and chose to remain defenseless. "Before you start shooting the holes through my body, you would have to let me explain."
"Talk," Bobby spoke for the first time since coming in.
Harry took a sit on the slightly bumpy bed exhaled heavily. "I'm a witch-"
Being the ever paranoid Bobby we all know he finally took his gun out of its holster. "Give us one good reason not to shoot you."
Unfazed, Harry continued, "I had a part in saving Dean."
Dean shot up and spoke out suspiciously, "You mean you were the one who dragged me out of hell?!"
"Woah there mister, I said I had a part… I never said I was the one who personally dragged you out of hell. I doubt I'd be able to do such a feat." she explained. "The thing is… due to a series of unforeseen events… I happen to be the Mistress Death. Unsurprisingly though, you need to ask permission from me if you want someone to be resurrected properly. It just so happens that Dean here has an angel (3) watching out there for him. Not that I really met that certain person…" she mused.
"Hold on just a darn minute, you mean you agreed to revive someone at the request of someone you haven't met?" Bobby grunted narrowing his eyes.
"Well, Death told me it was going to be something worth to see… and a few days later, Sammy here summoned me," she answered jerking her thumb towards the man in question.
All eyes turned to the youngest Winchester. He combed his hand through the strand of his hair licking his lips. He bit his lip.
"You were rotting in hell for months, Dean. For months, and I had to do something! I tried everything. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? When I found something about the Master of Death, I just had to take the chance!" he nearly screamed in frustration.
Dean gritted his teeth and faced Harriet. "So what now? Is his soul your little play thing?! Take mine instead! This wasn't how I wanted to be saved!" he shouted.
"And there goes my hope for the Winchesters… right out of the window," the witch sighed. When will she ever have a normal life? Oh wait, right… never. "Like I said earlier, I was already on the verge to the very same thing Sam summoned me to do so… quite a coincidence actually. So no, Sam does not owe his soul to me."
Dean relaxed slightly but still regarded the woman suspiciously. "Well, say that you don't own Sam's soul… you're still a witch not to mention… the Master of Death? Whatever you call it. How can we be sure that you're not tryin' trick us?"
"…because, saving you Dean, is no trivial matter. A transition of a person's soul that was once dead to realm of the living is a complicated process. It takes a lot of power… and right now, I'm as close to a regular human as can ever be," she answered a little sheepishly.
"How can that be? Demons resurrect people all the time," Sam pointed out.
Harry tugged her hair, annoyed. "Yes, well, I am not one of those demons you are so fond speaking of… who, I assume, have an unlimited power source. I maybe a witch but by the end of day I'm still a human. My energy is limited."
"So you're saying your powerless?" he raised an eyebrow.
She shifted uncomfortably, "Well, not powerless per se, I can still do basic stuff with magic but not much, nothing huge."
Dean sighed. "I'd like to believe you, Princess, but you better have some proof that you're human… And what were going to do with that demon you got your powers from."
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "I have you know that I was born with magic!" Harriet shot back, looking obviously offended.
"Hah… you think we'd believe that?" said Sam.
"… I think she's telling the truth, Sam. I mean, never met one but, I know 'bout 'em," Bobby contemplated. "A'right, lil' missy, drink up," he said, handing her a flask of holy water.
Harry looked at it cautiously but presumed to drink it in the end. Nothing happened.
"Harmless enough?" she asked.
They all relaxed and exchanged nods.
Potter smiled.
A few minutes later she fidgeted... "Well, I guess that's good… because, I was wondering if, you guys would mind traveling with one more?"
Then all hell broke lose.
…
"Be up in a jiff," said the waitress as she walked off.
"So that poor lady got her eyeballs burned out?! That's horrible! I told you not to go through it!" said Harriet.
"What do you expect? You weren't exactly helpful in identifying who employed you," Dean remarked.
"But that doesn't mean…" by this point he tuned her out. He proceeded trying to ignore her.
Dean wouldn't admit it but… she was a sight for sore eyes. She had her hair tied up but left some of them to frame on her delicate face. She was wearing a checkered button up shirt on top of a nice fitting sleeveless top which showed off a little but just enough peaks at her fine chest. She wore shorts that showed her pale and smooth looking legs and topped it off with a nice looking laced up boots. Damn is she's hot.
"You bet," Sam said to Bobby through the phone. Sam joined them on the dinner booth.
Suddenly thankful for a distraction, he eagerly averted his attention. "What'd Bobby say?" asked Dean.
Sam sigh. "Pam's stable, and out of the I.C.U."
Harriet sighed, slightly relived. She had that nagging feeling when Bobby told the boys they we're leaving to meet this psychic he knows about. But did they listen? Nooo. They left and made her promise to stay. She would have followed them but she didn't know where they were going and she didn't even have a damn car. That's an addition to her mental list of things to buy.
Dean grunted on his seat, "Yeah, and blind, because of us!"
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." Sam practically deflated.
The oldest Winchester contemplated. "That's not entirely true," he pointed out.
"No?"
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us," he answered determined.
Harriet shot up on her seat. "Are you crazy?! Absolutely not, Winchester! Didn't Pamela take a peek at this 'Castiel' and found her eyes being burned like a couple of dragons and its prey?!"
Dean scoffed. "Pssh, dragons aren't real!" he paused, eyes widening like saucers. "…Son of a bitch, they are, are they?!"
"You got that right! Anyway… I don't think that's a grand idea," she protested softly.
"You got a better idea, Princess?" he question challengingly.
Harry fidgeted. "W-Well, not exactly."
Sam chose to interrupt the banter, "As a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town."
"Oh, so that's why you're here," said Dean.
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something."
Just then, the waitress walked through the and casually sat down on one of the chairs that was facing their table. Dean looked at her and leered.
"You angling for a tip?"
The girl smirked. "I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us," she said sweetly as she showed of her black demon eyes.
The man that was just hanging idly on the counter and the cook behind it showed their black eyes as well. The man in the counter deliberately moved to the door and locked, staying at the spot to prevent them from escaping.
"Di-Did you see that? I think her eye just went black for a second there," the witch whispered. This was clearly her fist time seeing a demon. Dean shushed her.
"Dean, to hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck," she mused leaning in seductively.
"That's me," the man in questioned grinned, albeit nervously.
"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me, what makes you so special?"
Dean chuckled sarcastically. "I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. It wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out," he spat.
"Right, you don't," she bit out.
"No, I don't."
"Lying is a sin, you know."
"I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out. So, if you wouldn't mind enlightening me…" his eyes trailed off to the demon's name tag. "…Flo."
What happened next was a series of spats exchange and a few punches here and there, courtesy of a certain Dean Winchester. But all Harriet knew was that one, the demons knew nothing of Dean escape from hell and two, Dean really loves his pie.
…
Later that night, Dean was lightly dozing off the couch. Harriet was given the bed and was now blissfully asleep. Suddenly, the television went static and the radio turned on creating this high-pitch whining. Dean jerked on his sleep and quickly rubbed his eyes off of sleep. He rolled quickly out of the couch and grabbed his shotgun all the while glancing around and finding Sam nowhere to be seen.
"Harry wake up!" shouted Dean.
The witch woke up panicking and quickly snatched her wand and glasses from the night stand. She yelped when she started to register the painfully high-pitch noise. She grimaced as she tried to concentrate… to no avail. The noise was very distracting.
She tried to run to Dean and get out of the room but mirrors started to shatter around them and the noise grew louder. She fell mid-step and clutched her ears trying to block out the sound, however even so she could hear all the noise as well as Dean screaming. It was so much louder to her than to any human.
She vaguely registered Bobby storming in before everything went black…
…
Dean hanged up on the phone with Sam.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked incredulously
"Because he'll just try to stop us."
"From what?" the man asked, suddenly suspicious of Dean's agenda. He's not going to…
"Summoning this thing," he answered determinedly. Harriet was back in the motel, out cold. She was even paler than she was supposed to be. He was just fine, well sorta fine, but it seems like the attack was too much for. She was a witch, something they hunted, but still…
The older man looked at his pseudo-son. Well, he knew he was an idjit but not to this extent.
"It's time we faced it head on," Dean continued.
"You can't be serious!"
"As a heart attack, its high noon baby."
Bobby sighed, "Well, we don't know what it is. It could be demon, it could be anything."
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything," he said pulling out Ruby's knife. "We've got the big time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk…"
"This is a bad idea," he shook his head in disapproval.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more," he nodded. "But , what choice do we have?"
"We could choose life," Bobby remarked smartly.
"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, its after me. I ain't going to let it endanger people around me," he explained clenching his fists.
Bobby finally understood what this is about. "Is this about that girl, Harriet? I know you feel bad about this, Dean, but that doesn't mean-"
"I don't!" he interrupted Bobby. No, it wasn't like that... at least he hoped so. "The fact is, Bobby, I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we make our stand."
It looks like there was no changing the kid mind. "Dean, we could use Sam on this," he pointed out.
"Nah, he's better off where he is."
…
"Who are you?" Dean regarded the man on the trench coat cautiously. He circled around him, ready to attack at any time. Bobby was unconscious on the floor and he was on his own. This man is dangerous, he had Harriet and Pamela as proof for that.
"Castiel," he answered simply yet absentmindedly.
The Winchester scoffed. "Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" he asked again.
Castiel looked up from his inspection of the weapons laid down on the table infront of him. "I'm an Angel of the Lord," he said seriously.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing." He's got to be kidding right? 'Angel my ass!'
The 'Angel' frowned at him in disapproval. "This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."
Out of nowhere lightning flashed across the walls causing Castiel's great big wings' shadow appear behind his back. It was stretched across the room in its full length. A few seconds later, it was gone.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes," Dean scoffed once again.
The man grimaced. "I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."
"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" he asked shocked. That was one hell of a voice. Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume. Harriet fainted!"
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I did not expect, the Mistress of Death to be so sensitive about it, for that, I apologize."
He still wasn't convinced. "And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" he chuckled slightly.
Cas looked down at his body, "This?" he asked gesturing himself. "This is... a vessel."
Dean looked shocked. "You're possessing some poor bastard?" Can angels even do that?!
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" he scowled. He was getting impatient and he wanted his answers.
"I told you," Castiel frowned looking confused.
Dean decided to humor him. "Right, and why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean," the angel said, still slightly confused. Why is this man not familiar to blessing his father gave his beloved people?
The hunter shook his head. "Not in my experience."
Castiel tilted his head to the side. "What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" he inquired, looking at his new charge intently. He is a unique human being, that's for sure.
"Why'd you do it?"
"…Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."
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(1) Legilimency... I know Harry is not supposed to be good at it, but being the Master of Death has its perks.
(2) Sam still thinks she's dangerous. I mean what kind of hunter wouldn't?
(3) She meant it as a metaphor, but she has no idea how right she was...
Author's Note: Yeah, I know, its slightly rushed. Sorry, but well, this was sort of a filler chappie so I decided to cut all the scenes you already know about. So every scene that you didn't read about here, happened just the same as the canon version of it, Dean calling Bobby, Sam meeting Ruby at the dinner... etc.
If you guys want to suggest anything, feel free to do so. And once again, I'm LOOKING FOR A BETA! So don't hesitate to ask. The poll is OPEN and see you guys next week! Byeee!