Angels Unawares

Chapter 6

A long way away, God and Death sat eating pizza in a little restaurant together that no one would notice them in. None of the patrons knew nor cared that they were sat there with some of the most powerful creatures in the universe. The two of them were discussing their plans for the new breed of angels when a plea for help hit their ears.

God's head snapped towards Death, "What has happened to Sam Winchester?" he demanded.

Death pulled out a heavy volume, and flicked through the first few pages reading the names on his list. "Sam Winchester will die at 11.47pm tonight from blood loss due to a suicide attempt."

"Is there time to change the outcome?" God asked.

Death nodded and ran his hand over the page, changing the names and words around. "Sam Winchester will die at 11.47pm tonight. At 11.49pm he will be revived." He answered.

Chuck thanked him, "Dean Winchester, today you get your wish. A sign from God, use it wisely."

Death cut his pizza into little pieces to eat with his fork. "Devine!" he said with a slight smile as he took a bite.

Chuck took a bite as well, "The vessel enjoys it very much." He commented. For himself he didn't take much pleasure from food, unless it was sweet. He had a thing for sugar, his personal guilty pleasure.

They dined discussing the angel issue as discretely as they could. When Death had finished his pizza, they both rose. "It is time." Death commented leaving the Italian behind. They said their goodbyes, each had a task to preform and each would do so taking care not to attract unwanted attention.

Death travelled to the final resting places of some of the finest hunters who had ever fought for the side of good. Death stood outside the Roadhouse bar, and examined it. The workmanship was perfect, the hunters inside all knew that they were dead and used that to forge themselves the perfect world to exist in.

He swung the door open with his cane and walked inside. He was met by a young blonde girl holding a shotgun to his head just inside the door.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"Joanna Harvell." Death commented.

A second shotgun was cocked and pointed at him from the bar. "Ellen Harvell," he commented, and spying the young man with the ponytail sat there drinking a beer trying not to be noticed at the end of the bar. "Ash, out of your area again I see. You are a troublesome creature!" With a click of his fingers the guns disappeared.

"Reaper man." Ash muttered looking around for an escape.

"For once it is fortuneous that you are not were you should be, it saves me repeating lengthy explanations being repeated. Now sit!" Death ordered.

Jo glared at the visitor, and opened her mouth to say something. "Jo, get your butt over here!" Ellen warned. Annoyed she crossed the bar and sat down, never taking her eyes off the strange man.

"Things on Earth are not going well, there is a new evil spreading over the planet. The Angel are all gone, destroyed by these creatures." He said.

"Why is that our concern?" Ellen asked, "We did our time, for filled our duties already!"

"Let me explain this in a way you can understand lesser being," Death snapped, "Robert Singer has been murdered. Samuel Winchester is lying in a hospital bed dying from a suicide attempt. Dean Winchester has left the path, if his brother dies, he will follow very closely behind him. The forces of darkness have won, good is being exterminated. Without some form of resistance, the last of our hunters will fall and the planet will be lost. Is that clear enough?"

Ash looked at the two girls, "What do you want us to do?"

"Can we go back?" Jo asked, thinking about Dean. Ever since the trial when she had nearly been forced to kill the man she loved. Jo had been racked with guilt about the whole affair, not being able to make peace with herself. She was very eager for a chance to put the record straight, and to see Dean again. She thought about the kiss that they had briefly shared.

Death spoke and shook the girl from her thoughts, "The balance of the universe must be restored, to facilitate this God and myself are planning to create a small band of angels from souls dead long enough that their absence will not be swiftly noticed. We need souls of a level of purity and good standing. Those who have given of their lives for others."

Death nodded towards them, "Souls such as the three of you. The choice is yours to make. God believes in free will, and choice, which is one thing that makes you pesky ants that are so troublesome to me. Be aware before you decide that all sides all be trying to destroy you, and that there are far worse fates then simply dying."

"I'm gonna be an angel. AWESOME!" Ash shouted.

Jo laughed watching him jump up and down. Ellen was far more serious about the whole thing, "What aren't you telling us?" she demanded.

Death met her gauze, "The power that you face is from purgatory. An ancient evil known as lethiathan. A being almost as powerful as God itself."

"Then why doesn't god destroy it himself. Why us?" she demanded.

"God is not allowed to act in these matters. He wants to help, his hands are tied. There are more worlds then yours, more lives at stake then you can possibly imagine. Rules are being bent even to create this new breed of angels. This is all he can do for now, all we can do." Death replied.

"I'm in" Jo answered.

"Joanna Beth Harvell, you listen to me!" Ellen started.

"Ma, I have to. Its Dean," she paused, "And Sam." She added hurriedly.

"Very well, but if those Winchesters get my daughter killed again. Well God had better protect them!" Ellen snapped.

"It is done," Death commented, "You will be sent to one who can assist in your training." He created a door in the back wall, it glistened in the light from the bar. "Walk through that door, and you can not return. Only enter if you are sure of what you want to do." He intoned.

Ash went first and pulled Ellen through with him. Jo went to follow, but Death laid a hand on her arm. "I have a special task for you Jo, Sam Winchester is due to die in less then an hour. I wish you to return life to his body."

"Will I see Dean?" she asked eagerly.

"You may show yourself to Dean, but do not allow your love for him to distract you from your tasks." Death warned.

"I give you my word." Jo answered.

Death nodded, "You will be allowed a private moment with him soon enough."

"Thank you," Jo answered. Everything might be going to hell in the outside world, but knowing that she could soon see Dean made it all seem better.

"Take my hand, I will take you to the hospital" Death offered.

Jo took his hand, "May I ask you something?"

"Ask your question child, if I can answer I will do so." He replied.

"Shouldn't you look like Brad Pitt?" she asked, embarrassed.

Death laughed heartily at the question, a rare thing to hear from his lips. Changing his appearance to the suit wearing 'Joe Black' to which she had referred. "I have many faces, and many names dear child. If you wish to think of me as he, then by all means do so."

As they walked away together he looked down at Joanne. "Sometimes I like my story to be told where I am not considered to be a 'bad guy'."