Um… *cringes* This is a really short chapter, so I'm really sorry for that! It's more of a filler chapter maybe… it just moves things along a little. Hopefully the content makes up for the small size.
Warnings for this chapter: Not many actually. No lemon. Sorry to any that wanted one. *snort* There is some violence and even more randomness and confusion! Oh! And the disrespectful mocking of a much loved old guy. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Harry cursed as he tripped over his robes for the third time that morning, which was quite a feat being that it was currently only five in the morning. Harry narrowed his eyes at Death, positive he had seen the man's lips twitch in amusement.
"Look, I'm fed up of asking, will you just shorten my damned robes?" Harry hissed and Death sighed, shaking his head.
"I cannot. I have told you this, Master. I can change their appearance but the mass much stay the same." Death informed him and Harry pursed his lips together to show his distaste of that answer.
"Fucking mass, my arse! So tuck up the freaking seam! Help me out here! I'm fed up of falling and literally breaking my neck! Dying hurts, dammit!" Harry growled, the effect ruined somewhat by his startled yelp as he tripped over the side of the robe he wasn't holding out of the way.
"I am sorry, I cannot do that either." Death admitted, and Harry growled, picking himself up off the ground and narrowing his eyes at his servant.
"Fine! I'm goosing the next reaper then!" Harry hissed at him in anger, before he let his robes fall about him once more and glanced around them curiously. "So why did you call me here?"
"I brought you here to discuss how we should go about our part in this Apocalypse. No matter what side we are to be on, this must happen." Deaht informed him, and Harry racked his memory for whatever Death could be talking about.
"Erm…"
"I believe you referred to it as your… Romero moment?" Death enquired, and looked quite taken aback by the look of pure sadistic glee that appeared on Harry's face.
"Zombies!" Harry exclaimed, and then began to cackle, which even Death admitted to finding rather off-putting and sent a small shiver of fear down his spine.
Harry nibbled on his lip and glanced to the side at Death. The taller man was standing there stoically, not showing any emotion and not feeling the need to either, unlike Harry.
"So how do we go about this? Just 'Riiiiiise! Rise, my pretties!' or… what?" Harry asked, glancing back to look at the gravestones in front of him.
"Nothing quite that extravagant, Master. We both shall just walk by the graves, allowing our magic and presence to be registered. The rest will happen naturally." Death informed him, and Harry nodded before he frowned and tilted his head.
"All at once? Won't that be a little… creepy? Like... overkill or something? Or not kill, overrise?" Harry asked, nibbling on his lip with a frown and missing the confused look Death sent him.
"No, the older the corpse, the longer it will take for them to rise. The ones that have been in the graveyard the longest probably won't even rise before we end it."
"So it will be ended then?"
"It will."
"So… why are we doing this? And why here?" Harry asked after a few minutes of contemplative silence.
"The reason for both is the same. If we do this, it will be to our advantage. Doing it here, even more so." Death informed him, and took a step forwards, Harry stepping up beside him.
"How so?"
"This is Sioux City. Home of Bobby Singer. Friend to the Winchester's. Those two need to be shown the extent of the powers that those Lucifer has backing him, have. They need to be able to see just how far things will be taken. This will help with that." Death informed him, even as both he and Harry slowly started allowing their essence to seep into the ground.
"Huh, so this is… educational?"
"Very. Call it… religious education."
"I hated RE at school." Harry muttered, then stepped away from Death to cover the graves on the opposite side.
He had been moving through the fairly large graveyard for a good thirty or so minutes, before he came across a headstone that made him pause and frown.
It seemed Bobby Singer had a wife.
That could prove useful knowledge in the future.
Or right now, in fact.
And with that, Harry pumped just a little more energy into her corpse, to ensure she would rise before the spell was ended.
There was no greater lesson, in Harry's mind, than being reintroduced to a dead family member. Especially if they were dead through some fault of your own.
Harry and Death both stayed in the city, wandering the streets invisibly and watching the people react to having dead loved ones come back to them. First the disbelief, then the panic, before acceptance kicked in and they were welcomed back with open arms.
If he could, Harry would have been shocked at the lack of time between the disbelief and the acceptance it really was. He was feeling that ever familiar feeling of slight confusion though. He turned to look at Death and raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"Did you see why I chose here? Did you pass the grave I wanted you to?" Death asked him instead of answering the question he was mentally asking.
"I did."
"And?"
"She has a message to depart to them. She knows what to do. Knows what to tell them. Now will you answer why they are do accepting of this?" Harry asked, looking away from Death to a family that were joyously sharing what had happened since 'Grandma' had passed away.
"They are, as far as I can tell, just living each day as it goes, never sure when this 'Miracle of God' will end and they'll be back to mourning their loss once more." Death told him, also watching the happy family across the street from them. Both smirked when they saw a familiar black car drive past them.
"Wait, 'Miracle of God'? If they're so religious, how do they not know that this is a sign of the Apocalypse? How has that escaped their notice?" Harry asked, glancing over at Death, before his eyes drifted past him to watch the fading taillights of the impala.
"Either they didn't get that far in the book, or have chosen to ignore it. We should be leaving soon." Death pointed out and Harry nodded his head.
"We should. Looks like things are finally going into motion. Hold on to your scythe, kid, it's gonna be a bumpy ride." Harry told him, and Death looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Quite, Master."
"That answer would have given the original film quite a different feel to it." Harry muttered, before he glanced down to the side when he felt a cat brush against his ankle. "Ah good, the whole family's here. Shall we leave now, then?"
"Yes, though, before we do, you may wish to keep this on your person for the time being." Death informed him, handing over a ring, that Harry looked at before looking at Death with a raised eyebrow.
"Really?"
"You may need it."
"Okay." Harry said slowly, placing the ring on his ring finger. "If you think I might need it."
"I do."
"Alright, now we should leave." Harry asked, looking over at his servant, then down at the kitten as his feet.
Death nodded and Harry bent down to pick up Death of Cats before he placed a hand on Death's shoulder, and allowed his servant to take them to the next place they were needed. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be back to Lucifer or not.
He was fairly certain that the only reason he always seemed to bottom was because Lucifer clearly had God's staff lodged firmly up his arse.
"So where's Jesus in all this?" Harry asked, sprawled across the sofa and glancing to the side at Lucifer. Said ex-angel paused in his pacing (which Harry was beginning to think was all he actually could do. Especially given that he wasn't really mentioned all that much in the Bible after that little blip near the beginning.) and turned to stare at Harry, looking highly confused. "And your son, come to think of it. Though, on that note, you really should go for a paternity test. Dingoes or dogs or whatever the hell it's mother is aren't exactly known for their fidelity."
"I have… none of that was in the Bible."
"Sure it was! Or at least… it was in The Omen Trilogy, and Good Omens even made mention of your son. It's all in there. Every one knows it! Jesus comes down and does all his 'aww! Look at me! Son of God, blah, blah, blah' and your son… er… rises and goes 'argh! No! Me be the son of Satan and I will rule this planet.' With a suitably evil cackle, and they will have an epic battle, destroy most of mankind, and the winner wins. Like… the ultimate Celebrity Deathmatch or something. I loved that show…" Harry mentioned, small smile crossing his lips, before it disappeared and he turned to look at Lucifer with his piercing eyes.
"Why did my… son sound like that?" Lucifer asked, mind clearly only being able to latch onto one part of the whole spiel that Harry did, which made Harry contemplate sulking.
"I watched Treasure Island last night whilst you were out… doing whatever the hell you do. The accent stuck. Only… for some reason, my pirate accent turns into a combine harvester owning farmer from Summerset part way through the sentence." Harry muttered, brows furrowed as he mentally wondered why.
Lucifer huffing loudly and glaring in the side of his head dragged him from his ponderings and he jerked in his seat them looked over at Lucifer with a raised eyebrow, humming in query.
"What does all of that have to do with anything?" Lucifer asked through clenched teeth. Harry sighed explosively and crossed his hand over his stomach.
"It's just… this is the Apocalypse, right? The end of the Bible and all that? Which, may I add, is one of my favourite things about that book."
"Revelations?" Lucifer deadpanned and Harry scoffed and shook his head.
"No! Just, all stories have a beginning, middle and an end, right? Well, your little book just took that a little too literally, didn't it? Has the beginning of the world, the middle where loads of random and highly improbable things happen, and I lived in a world where people could just randomly turn in chaffinches or something, so that's saying something. And then it has the end of the world. Like, KABOOM!" Harry yelled it, and they both turned their heads to where a startled squeak came, seeing a demon staring at them wide-eyed at the door.
"Yes?" Lucifer snapped, whilst Harry huffed and sneered at the demon. He didn't particularly like the ones that hung around Lucifer. He preferred the ones that could actually think for themselves. Which, admittedly, Harry had only met two of. Crowley and a strange one with yellow-eyes. And even then, the yellow eyed one still did everything he did for Lucifer. Which Harry just found boring. Useful, sure, but boring. Rebellion was so much more fun in his eyes.
"S-sir, I-I have news from Pestilence." The demon said in a hushed voice, throwing a wary glance at Harry, unsure if any of this should be said in front of the volatile being.
"You have heard word from Brady?" Lucifer asked the demon sharply, and Harry glanced over at them, eyes half-closed in a display of disinterest.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Right, I shall come with you then, hear what they have to say. Are you staying here? Or are you going to insist on following me around and ask me inane questions?" Lucifer asked, sneer on his face and he looked at Harry. Harry sighed in a suffering manner, and pushed himself in a sitting position.
"One, they're not inane. They're perfectly reasonable. Where is your son? He's the one that is supposed to bring this whole despair and destruction on the world, not you." Harry said, and the demon in the doorway made a strange strangled squeaking noise, before Harry carried on. "And two, I normally would follow you, if only because I feel this might be an important conversation that I don't particularly want to miss, but I have a prior engagement."
"A prior engagement?" Lucifer asked, disbelief and suspicion colouring the tone of his voice and making Harry sigh then sneer at him, hauling himself off the couch to stand up.
"Yes. I am there for the important deaths. The Dalai Lama is an important death. I need to go soon if I wish to make it on time." Harry said, making a small hour-glass appear hovering in the air beside him for a few second with a wave of his hand, then making it vanish with another wave. He grinned mirthlessly when he noticed the demons stunned gaze on him.
"Hmm. Well I will not be here for a while in a couple of hours time. I have a lead that may end this whole thing sooner than I thought." Lucifer informed him and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh? And that would be?"
"None of your business. You have not told me that you are definitely on my side, thus I will not share any plans which may lead to my downfall." Lucifer told him, and Harry just shrugged, playing with the ring on his finger, which Lucifer eyed shrewdly.
"Fine, do as you wish. Before you go though, remember one thing."
"Oh?"
"Your current vessel is more than enough. You no longer need Sam Winchester's body." Harry told him with a wicked smirk, then he winked, clicked his heels together and left the room, making sure to leave with a puff of glitter, just to annoy Lucifer and stun the easily impressed demon. He liked the little touches.
Harry appeared in front of the Elysian Fields Hotel and rolled his eyes at the highly unimaginative name. Though, he'd imagine that no other mortal would pick up on the vague warning that name gave out. At least they died heroes. Or was it martyrs? Probably a bit of both. Or neither. Cannon fodder, possibly.
Shrugging, Harry stepped up the driveway to the main hotel doors, knowing that he was a little late. He actually hadn't lied about the Dalai Lama dying, though he did lie about the fact that he was always there. He didn't have to be, but he had a book of autographs of famous people and world leaders. Crowley and Loki had both asked that he get certain ones. The Dalai Lama was one of the ones they had both agreed on, apparently neither one could make the guy come across as a dick. Well, until Harry pointed out that the man made all the people living in his country live in poverty so that he could live in riches. He had actually felt a flash of pride at the impressed looks or awe on the faces of the two notorious tempters.
Harry walked down the abandoned corridors, pondering just how late he was and hoping he hadn't missed the main show. Though he was almost certain that their special guest wouldn't actually be turning up. Not that any of the other guests actually knew that.
He came to a stop by a pair of large double doors that obviously led to some lavish and extravagant room, and tilted his head to the side, almost tasting the air to find out what kind of souls were behind the doors. He smirked and then pushed them open.
"Loki, I have that autograph for you. You know, the unobtrusive and much loved dictator tyrant?" Harry said breezily, as though he hadn't just walked in on possible murder. The victim of said murder also being the person he was addressing.
"Oh? Who? Dalai?" Loki asked in the same tone, completely ignoring the sword pointed to his throat. Harry glanced to the side when Sam make a strangled noise like a puppy that had just gotten it's nose stepped on. Dean just looked confused and slightly wary, like most of the other gods in the room in fact.
"Master Death. You are late." Kali stated, slowly moving the sword from where she was pointing it at Loki and turning to fully face Harry.
"Ah, yes, Dalai Lama kicked it. Needed to get him to sign my little book for Loki to see. You know how it is. Death waits for no one. Not even it's master. I should have a word with him about that, actually." Harry muttered, tapping his chin and then shaking his head and smiling brightly. "So! The party's already begun then, huh? Wanna catch me up?"
"Ah, these lovely people were just… informing us that they wish for us to erm… stop this petty war and leave? Maybe. Possibly. I'm not sure, bit sketchy on the whole thing, if I'm totally honest." Loki admitted, wide grin in place, though if one looked close enough, they'd see wariness also in his eyes.
"Did none of you get my memo on this? Huh. Swear Derek had said that he'd sent them all out. Oh well." Harry said with a shrug, brushing a stray cat hair from his shoulder and then looking back at the gather beings in front of him.
"Dude! Kill them!" Dean finally exclaimed, then look perplexed at what he had just asked, Sam and Loki also throwing him looks of amused bemusement.
"No, everyone knows that Death has no real allegiances. It'd be naïve to think that we did. What, we choose one religion over another to survive? Don't be stupid. All religions are ridiculous if you ask me. Worshiping a bunch of hyped up weirdoes intent on making some poor fuckers life miserable? Stupid idea." Harry muttered, then looked at them all in shock, as though he had forgotten then were there, when Loki coughed softly.
"Harry? Reason you came here?" Loki asked, clearly having decided to take the roll of speaker of the room, given he seemed to be most comfortable with the strange man.
"I got an invitation to come. Loki, come here a second please." Harry said, glancing over at Kali when she sneered and made a derisive noise.
"Loki is not his real name. He is the Archangel known as Gabriel." Kali informed him and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well of course he is. But he's Loki as well, Kali. Just as I am Death, the Grim Reaper, Hades, Anubis or any other name you give me. I am still Harry underneath it all, just as he is still Loki. Now, come here." Harry said, leaving no room for argument in his voice. Gabriel swallowed heavily and then walked around the table, behind Sam and Dean, before coming to a stop in front of Harry.
"Master Death?"
"Aw, Gabriel, no need for such formalities. Did you get my memo?" Harry asked, looking at Gabriel in the eye, mentally cackling that the angel was only an inch or two taller then him. He liked him, if only for that reason. Thinking about it, that was also possibly another reason he liked Crowley.
"I got a memo. Though I don't think it was from you." Gabriel admitted, and Harry narrowed his eyes and then nodded his head.
Harry then stepped closer to Gabriel, into his personal space and placed his hands on his shoulders, smoothing the fabric there like a mother would her child. He then straightened up slightly, pressed his chest against Gabriel's and moved to brush his lips against his ear, feeling him shiver in slight fear.
"Gabriel, I think it might be time for you to return to your job as the Fool in all of this, don't you think?" Harry whispered, locking eyes with Sam for a few seconds before slowly moving his gaze over to Kali, who immediately lowered her own eyes in respect.
"I think you might be right." Gabriel whispered back. Harry smiled slightly and then pulled back and patted Gabriel on the shoulder. Gabriel then spun on his heel to face the rest of the room, hands spread out at his sides slightly. "Sorry, kids. You're all on your own now. Ta ta."
Everyone in the room then watched as Gabriel locked eyes with Harry, nodded his head and vanished from the room. There was silence for a few minutes as they processed what they thought may have happened, then the silence was broken.
"Why did you let him leave? He needed to be taught! We needed to prove that these angels can be killed just as easily as we can!" Kali exclaimed angrily, throwing the sword onto the table. Harry snorted at the looks of horror, disgust and shock on their faces when the sword slowly turned back into a piece of scrap metal.
"Clearly you have everything under control. Lucifer won't be coming here tonight." Harry informed them, making Sam and Dean turn to gape at him, horror on theit faces, whilst some of the gods looked confused and others looked sheepish.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, you didn't hear? Samuel is no longer needed to be a vessel for Lucifer. I've sorted that one out for him. All prettied up his previous one. Made things less… rotten. Good as new, if I do say so myself." Harry said, giving himself a mental pat on the back for the job he had truly be surprised actually worked. "Makes things awkward in the bedroom if one of the partners cock falls off."
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed, clearly no able to stop himself, looking at Harry in horror. "You're banging the devil?"
"What? A man has needs. Screwing with Lucifer just adds a little more spice in the bedroom. Or against the desk as the case normally turns out to be." Harry muttered, grinning maliciously at the slightly green look on Dean's face. "Still, back on track. Sam is no needed in this. He can pull out if he so wishes."
"I-I'm not?" Sam asked, clearing his throat when it squeaked at the beginning.
"Nope. So, shall we all head off and find out some better things to do with our time? Out of curiosity, why are there several mortals locked in a fridge?"
"Food." Baldur said, finally speaking for the first time since Harry had arrived. Harry hadn't actually ever met the guy, but he really didn't have much of a positive opinion about the god. Seemed a bit… strong and silent. I.e. dense as a post.
"Huh. Okay. So, these two mortals can go, you lot can go back to doing whatever the hell it is that your do and I can go back and check up on Derek?" Harry enquired, looking at everyone gathered in front of him.
"No, the two humans cannot leave. They need to make their choice." Kali informed him before any of the other gods could speak up.
"Kali, do not cross me. You know that I can eradicate you from existence with barely a thought if you annoy me enough." Harry warned her harshly, the room going frigid and cold, making everyone else stiffen and not take their eyes off of Harry.
I'm sorry, My Lord." Kali whispered, lowering her head in regret and no small amount of fear.
"Hmm, now, as far as I know about those two, they have chosen their side. Just because it doesn't happen to be the same one that you are on, does not mean that it is the wrong one. Meaning, you cannot keep them here until they change their mind out of duress. You know that." Harry told them in a quiet voice, and everyone in the room felt the power behind those words.
"O-of course, My Lord."
"That being said, you are all, of course aware that no god, should they have followers, will ever be able to truly be killed. Eventually you will be personified once more." Harry said tapping his finger against his lips, and looking at the gathered gods speculatively.
"M-my Lord?" Ganesh warily asked, stepping forwards from where he had been leaning against the wall, not truly involved in events.
"This war… you had your choice to back one of the main sides, but you decided to make your own and try to take out the main contenders of one of the real sides. That… disappoints me." Harry said with a small shake of his head, he waved his hand to the Winchesters and everyone glanced over to see that the two humans had both been raising slightly from their chair.
"I think they caught us, Sammy."
"I think you're right." Sam muttered back, and Harry smirked at them both.
"You need to stay, you need to see this." Harry told them, and both men fell back heavily into their chairs, watching Harry with wide, cautious eyes. "Now, back to you lot, each of your religions has it's own foretelling of an Apocalypse. And should they ever happen, you'd be mighty pissed if some of the other religions hustled in on it and tried to make it their dance. Right? So, why do you think the Judeo-Christians should accept you fucking with their Apocalypse. I have it on very good authority that this has been on the cards for years. No one is very impressed with you."
"M-my Lord… if I must—" Harry cut off whatever Odin had been about to say with his hand and a harsh look, sneering at the cowering gods in front of him.
"No, no more excuses. As I informed you before, should your current personifications die, they will soon be brought back, just newer and with different ideals, as the ideals of your people shift and change."
"Wh-what are you trying to say?" Kali asked, voice trembling in fear as she watched him with impossibly wide eyes, flames starting to flicker around her arms.
"I'm trying to say, that you're not really needed right this moment, are you? And, should this little Apocalypse pan out the way some ligitimate side of it wish, then there won't be any followers for you to lead anyway." Harry told them with a shrug, and each of the gods all took a step away from him, getting the grasp of what he was saying. Harry turned his head slowly towards Sam when he heard him gasp.
"You're going to—"
"I am."
"Why?"
"They tried to rob you of your Free Will, it's… not done." Harry explained with a small shrug, before he turned his attention back to the gathered gods.
"B-but… you allowed that-that fiend, Loki, to leave! What of him? Why is he so special?" Baldur asked harshly, spiting the name out like it was diseased. Harry just raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"For that attitude, you'll be the first. And Loki, also, as you quite rightly pointed out, known as Gabriel. An Archangel. On that note alone, he should be allowed to interfere just a little. But, most importantly, he didn't take away their free will, their right to choose who the back. In fact, he strove to help them, to get them out of this mess." Harry said, and his head snapped to look at Mercury who made a protesting noise.
"He only strove to help them so that they would fight his side! That is not giving them a choice!" Mercury insisted, and Harry sneered at the man.
"You are the worst of the lot. The traitor of the group. The one that called in Lucifer to slaughter you all, and you know he would have done." Harry told them simply, before he narrowed his eyes at Mercury. "As to your accusation. He openly admitted that he got a memo. Admittedly, he didn't say it was from me, but he still got one. Gabriel has chosen his side. If anything, he would have been following them, not influencing anyone. So, he gets to leave." Harry explained with a casual shrug, before he straightened and snapped his fingers. "Don't try to run."
"M-My Lord! Please reconsider!" Kali exclaimed, the flames around her hands slowly starting to get brighter and move up her arms.
"Why should I? You broke the rules, you tried to interfere with another religion. You know that is not accepted. You've all forgotten what you have to allow and what you have to abide by. You need to be remade, should that option be still open to you once this war has been resolved."
"No!" Baldur exclaimed, backing away from him and clearly trying to get out of the room in much the same way that Gabriel had left earlier.
"Yes. Suck it up and take it like the mortal men you seem to have no regard for anymore." Harry told him, then snapped his fingers together once more, making an also see through scythe appear in his hands. "You sealed your fates by joining a war you had no place in and trying to influence people you had no control over."
Harry glanced to the side at where Sam and Dean were watching proceedings with wide, horrified eyes. They both looked at him when they felt that his attention was no longer on the cowering, fearful gods and was now concentrated on them.
"Whatever you think, just don't move. Stay in those seats, and you will leave this room." Harry told them, before he flickered from view. Sam and Dean both looked around the room quickly, trying to see where he possibly could have gone, before their attention was drawn to a pained yell from the back of the group of gods.
Harry was standing over the bowed body of Baldur, scythe sliced through the gods torso. Harry then brushed his hand softly down the side of the dying gods face, in a seeming show of compassion and love, then kissed the other side of the god's face and yanked the scythe out. Baldur's dead body dropped to the floor heavily and Harry was once more gone before anyone could turn their attention back to him.
One by one the gods were dispatched of. Some, like Gahnesh and Baron Samedi, taking it stoically, as though they accepted that this was what they deserved. Others, like Baldur, screaming in a mix of pain and fury. Sam and Dean had never seen so many powerful beings in one room before, and they certainly had never seen so many powerful beings be slaughtered by one seemingly tiny and unobtrusive man. Especially not so quickly and apparently easily.
Finally, the only ones left standing were themselves, Kali and, of course, Harry, who flickered back into existence halfway between Kali and the Winchester's. His scythe was still in his hands, clean from any evidence of what part it had played in the bodies now littering the room.
"Kali… You were one of my favourites. It pains me to have to do this, but you know I have to. You know I have no choice in this matter. We are all actors in a play we have no control over, you know this. Improv isn't accepted in this play by the main characters." Harry informed her with a soft voice, and Kali lowered her head, arms falling limply to her side as the flames dispersed. Harry slowly started to walk towards her until he was standing face to face with her.
Harry brushed the back of his hand down the side of her face gently, then pressed a kiss to her opposite cheek and hugged the body to his own when it went limp. Sam and Dean watched him in stunned silence for a few minutes, until he stepped away, letting the body fall to the floor with a thud.
"So! Now that that is over and done with, shall we leave? The other mortals in this place have been let out. No need to worry about them. So, go on, chop, chop, leave. You have plans to make, I'd imagine. And Lucifer may still decide to show up, you really don't want to be here should be decide to do so." Harry told them in a chipper voice, that made Sam jerk in his seat in shock, and Dean to just gape and blink. "Out!"
Sam and Dean scrambled up from their seats and practically ran to the double doors, pausing at them to turn back to look at where Harry was looking at the room at the bodies with an impassive face.
"Harry?" Sam called out tentatively, Harry looked over at them with a raised eyebrow in question. "Thank you."
"There is no need for thanks when I am only doing my job. Do not think that this is me helping you in anyway." Harry told them shortly, and the flickered from the room once more.
"Dude, let's get out of here before he decides we've outlived our welcome." Dean muttered to Sam, tugging on his sleeve slightly.
"Yeah… come on." Sam muttered, and they both quickly made their way out of the hotel, and to where the Impala had been parked. They both noticed that the doors were already open, giving an indication that Harry hadn't been lying about the others humans in the hotel.
As they drove off, neither one noticed a small white kitten fast asleep behind the passenger seat of their car, waiting for it's master to call it back to him.
Harry stepped out of the shadow of the hotel, watching the fading tail lights of the Impala and then turning his head to the side to look at the approaching figure.
"It is done then?" Death asked, stepping up to stand next to Harry, also looking out to where the Impala had left.
"It is. You can now go out and inform everyone of where our allegiances lie. Tell them that there isn't long now. Things will come to a head soon enough." Harry told him and he felt Death nod beside him.
"Are you sure we have made the right decision?"
"We've made the only decision. We both need to leave before we are missed. Come to me when you have all their answers." Harry told him, tilting his head to the side to look at his servant.
"As you wish, Master." Death dipped his head in acquiescence and then left his side, leaving Harry alone to contemplate the decisions he had made that night. He sighed deeply and then disappeared from the hotel to go back to Kansas.
A/N – So.. another chapter done? Two more and then it's done. Excited? Nervous? Got an idea of where I'm going with this? Which side Harry has finally decided on? The clues are all there if you look. In fact, I'm kinda worried that I may have been a little too obvious throughout this on the hints and clues. Who knows?
Let me know what you think, yeah? And the plus side, two more chapters that I possibly will be able to give you before the year ends! So… I may be able to make my deadline, which, let's be truthful now, none of us expected! Lol.
Please do tell me what you think. Thank you!