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So I'm thinking about working on a Dean story, though not publishing it just yet because this story is my focus right now, but I figured I'd mention it to see how people feel about it! Anyway, this chapter is a little longer than my usual, so enjoy =).


Sam and Bobby were both hard at work researching on their laptops in Bobby's study. Just a couple hours ago we'd received the spell to bind Death in the mail, which almost made me want to laugh because Crowley had, in fact, overnighted the damn thing.

I hadn't noticed Sam acting strange all day, so either he hadn't had anymore Lucifer incidents, or he was getting really good at hiding it. When I had tried to talk to him about it, he just told me he was fine.

"Well we got most of this stuff, but we're going to have to make a run for some of this," Bobby said with a sigh from the other room, breaking the ongoing silence.

Dean rose from his seat beside me at the kitchen table at the sound of Bobby's voice and made his way into the room. Grabbing my can of Coke I soon followed in behind him, smiling as I saw Sam hard at work on his laptop with that nerdy look of concentration on his face.

"Like what?" Dean asked, heading over to Bobby's desk and going to his side. He leaned over Bobby's shoulder to see what he was looking at on the laptop.

I made my way over to the loveseat Sam was sitting on and he instantly wrapped an arm around my shoulder, shooting me a grin. He seemed cheerful enough, so I decided not to think too much about his situation, and smiled back before leaning into his side.

"Like an act of God, crystallized forever," Bobby answered Dean in a whimsical tone, clearly annoyed at the wording of the spell.

I saw Sam pull a face next to me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm thinking it means an actual crystal," Bobby said, his voice back to normal as he spoke. "See, if lightening strikes sand at the right angle, it crystallizes into the perfect shape of itself."

Sam let out a 'hmmph' beside me. "Lightening, act of God," he said, piecing the two together.

"You got yourself a fulgurite," Bobby continued on, "and we're going to need a biggie."

My heart sank. "Something tells me these aren't exactly easy to come across. And we're not taking a trip to the beach."

Sam shot me a lopsided grin and Dean laughed, saying something along the lines of "I wouldn't be opposed to that!"

"You'd be standing on the beach for a long time," Bobby said, "not to mention you'd probably get struck by lightening before the sand would."

"Way to go, Bobby. Ruin my fun. I just wanted a tan," I joked.

Bobby just shook his head at me before looking back at his laptop. The mood in the room returned to serious.

"I found one of these puppies in an online auction. Winning bidder is about nine hours from here," Bobby told us, looking up with a hopeful look on his face.

I stood up from my spot on the couch instantly. "Let's get on this shit then."

Dean raised a brow at me from his place beside Bobby. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Because the prospect of a nine hour drive hasn't sunk in yet, so can we please leave like now before it does?"

"You're not the one driving, I don't know why you're complaining," Dean grumbled.

"You won't let anyone else drive!" I exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. "So don't you even complain! I have to sit there bored, for nine hours, listening to your music and your singing."

"Boohoo," Dean said with a wave of his hand. "Get some shit together and get it in the Impala, we'll be out there after we grab what we need here."

Sam and Dean went out to the car not long after, their other necessities already in the trunk, while Bobby and I made our way upstairs. I grabbed some spare clothes and tossed them into a duffle bag I found in the closet.

"Ready kid?" Bobby asked, sticking his head in through the doorway.

I glanced around the room, making sure Sam hadn't left anything useful behind.

"Yeah," I said when I was satisfied we had everything, "let's get going."

We made our way down the stairs and out of the front door. Sam, to my great surprise, was sitting in the back. The idea made me think the trip wouldn't end up being half as bad now.

Bobby and I made room for our two bags in the trunk, making sure of course that the more important bags were at the top. Weapons were more important than clothing in an emergency. Closing the trunk, Bobby made his way to the front passenger seat and I made my way to the seat behind Dean.

We were off in no time, and as I predicted, Dean was blaring his music and singing along to it. He seemed in a good mood, so I decided not to spoil it.

A couple hours into the trip I saw Sam starting to doze off, his head nodding against the window, but every time it hit it, he'd jolt back up straight. I wondered if he had even fallen asleep after our conversation last night.

After a few times of watching him repeat the process I pulled him over to me and, despite the limited space we had, tried to cuddle up the best we could in the backseat, much to Dean's disturbance. We stayed like that the rest of the drive minus the times we got up for bathroom breaks at rest areas along the way. Sam remained asleep for most of the trip, which was fine by me because I got to play with his hair until I eventually dozed off.

When the Impala finally pulled up at the house, I felt my stomach turn to knots. It was almost three in the morning and our only plan was to break in. This just didn't feel like a good idea, but they had a point. There really wasn't much of a way to work FBI or something into this.

We quietly piled out of the car and unloaded the duffle bag the guys put together that contained everything we had picked up for the spell. We only needed the act of God thing inside this house now. We each grabbed a flashlight before Dean closed the trunk.

Bobby and Sam took the lead as we snuck around the back of the house towards the backdoor. Dean was lagging a little behind me somewhere, but I had my eyes too busy scanning around for movement in the windows to pay much attention. I could make out his footsteps coming up behind me anyway.

Bobby flashed his light onto an outside fuse box by the door. Sam walked up and tried to peer into the backdoor window, making sure his flashlight was shining inside.

"Hey!" a voice called out behind me.

I jumped, realizing it wasn't Dean that had spoken. Both Sam and Bobby jumped too and whirled around on the spot.

"Excuse me," Dean said, rushing out from where the man had just come from and briefly caught his attention, "Do you have any grey poupon?"

Dean didn't waste a second before knocking the man, who appeared to be a cop, upside the head with the end of his flashlight. The guy dropped to the ground in a heap, unconscious.

Sam shot his brother a look like he was an idiot. "Grey poupon? Seriously?"

Dean pulled a face and shrugged. "It's what popped in my head."

"I can't believe I'm breaking and entering with you," I mumbled, though Dean still heard it.

"Someone's nervous," he teased in a sing song voice.

"Would you just shut up? You're going to be knocking a bunch more people out if you don't," I whispered harshly.

His mouth remained shut afterwards, but there was still a smug look on his face. Apparently my nerves were amusing to him.

I had no idea what Bobby was doing at the fuse box, but when he finished we made our way into the house through the backdoor Sam was standing at. Keeping our flashlights aimed fairly low so people in the neighborhood wouldn't see the lights through the windows, we snuck our way through the house.

Dean had taken the lead before us, but eventually we split up in the house, each of us taking separate rooms. I wandered into the kitchen, though it seemed silly they would keep the fulgurite in there. Checking anyway just in case, I jumped when I heard the faint, but incredibly distinct sound, of a shotgun being cocked in another room.

"God dammit," I whispered under my breath before turning off my flashlight.

Quietly as I could, I snuck around the kitchen to a different door than I'd come in. It had lead me to the living room, and in the room right off of it I saw a man and woman in robes with their back to me. One of the guys must be in that room held at gun point.

Trying to remain quiet, I snuck up behind the couple.

"Excuse me," I called out, trying to contain my amusement, "but do you have any grey poupon?"

The couple spun around just like I had wanted, but the man was too surprised to have kept the shotgun aimed and held correctly in his movement. I used that to my advantage and stepped forward, using a couple well placed hits to safely knock it from his hands and across the floor to Dean.

He grabbed the gun from off the floor, though he wasn't really aiming it at the couple, before glancing to me with a smile on his face. "Cute."

I grinned in response, but we didn't exactly have time for this.

"I hate to do this to you, but we're going to have to tie you up. And probably gag you," Dean said as he turned his attention back to the couple.

"Who the hell are you?" the man shouted sounding incredibly outraged.

I couldn't really blame him. I mean, we were breaking into his house. And we took his gun.

"Look, we're not here to hurt you or rob you or whatever. We just have to do something and then we'll be gone. It won't take long, but we can't have you calling the cops on us so…" Dean said, his voice trailing off.

Dean being Dean, he was quite resourceful and had the couple tied up in less than ten minutes. I had no idea where Sam and Bobby had gotten off to, but not long after Dean had finished up doing a good job at probably getting us arrested when all this was over, they finally showed up.

Dean grinned sheepishly at his brother as he entered the room alongside Bobby. They didn't look too thrilled at the sight before them. Their mouths were hanging open a bit in shock.

"Hey guys," Dean said, forcing a smile. With a gesture at the couple tied up and gagged in two chairs beside him, he added on, "This is Dr. and Mrs. Weiss."

The couple immediately began making sounds behind their gags, giving pleading eyes to the two men who'd just entered.

Sam quickly cleared his throat. "Hi, sorry," he said in short to the couple.

"Well…I found the God thingy," Dean told the guys before heading over to the case it was in to show us.

The room we were in looked like a museum. There was stuff hung in cases on the walls and all about the room. Everything looked expensive.

"I'll get the candles lighted," Bobby uttered out as if there wasn't a couple tied up just a few feet from him.

While Sam pulled the crystallized lightening from the case and worked on crushing it up and making the mixture needed for the spell, Dean got to work on setting up a nice space for Death along with some food we had picked up for him. I didn't see how that would butter up Death, but Dean thought it would be worth a shot.

Bobby was lighting the candles like he said while I got to work drawing the symbol that the bowl of whatever Sam was mixing up was supposed to go on.

"We need fresh human blood," Bobby said when everything was about done.

The couple began to get nervous and tug at their restraints, assuming we meant them. We decided ignoring them would probably be our best option.

"I'll do it," Dean said not sounding too enthused.

He held his arm above the bowl Sam held out while Bobby slid the knife quickly over Dean's arm, drawing a line of bright red blood behind it. I bit my lip and glanced down at the bandage on my wrist where there was a similar, but deeper, cut.

"You're welcome," Dean grunted out to no one in particular.

I grabbed one of the extra bandanas we had found when we'd tied up the couple and used it to stop the bleeding.

Bobby set everything on the desk where it needed to go. The three of us stood back behind him as he read off the spell in Latin from the paper Crowley had sent us.

The more he read off the paper, the more the house began to shake violently. Books began falling off their shelves and the lights began rattling on the walls. All of the glass cases in the room shattered. The ceiling began to crack above us, causing my heart to suddenly start racing, wondering what we were getting ourselves into.

And as suddenly as it started, it just stopped. Silence followed.

Sam and I exchanged equal looks of confusion before looking around the room as if Death would pop out of the ground.

Dean took two steps forward and hesitantly, voice wavering, called out. "Hello? Death?"

I jumped when he really did appear out of thin air. One moment the space behind Dean was empty, the next, a tall, dark form stood there.

"You're joking," Death said without humor.

I heard the woman behind me let out a muted sound of terror at the newcomer.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what it seems," Dean said nervously.

With the most unhappy expression, Death lifted his hands in the air to show a few strings of white attached between his wrists. "It seems like you bound me," he said, an edge to his voice.