WBB 10

A/N: Okay, this chapter is a little short, but the next will be longer. I promise. CONGRATS AND CYBER-COOKIES TO EVERYONE WHO GUESSED RIGHT! And now…..the stunning conclusion…..

Dean's head whipped up and his hand went right for his gun.

"Who's there!" he shouted, pushing Ciel behind him and pointing his gun at the dark mouth of the alley.

"Hee hee hee…it's been too long little Earl." The voice said, and a dark shape moved in the shadows. Dean shot a look at Ciel who, oddly enough, looked a little apprehensive.

"You know it!" He snapped. Ciel rolled his eyes, stepped around Dean, and approached the shadows.

"Don't!" Dean shouted. But he was too late. The shadow struck like a snake. As soon as Ciel was close enough, two spidery, white hands shot out of the darkness and grabbed Ciel. The creature's long, black, nails dug into the boy's shoulders and pulled him out of sight. Dean cursed explosively and darted forward, sparing a moment to wonder why Pluto hadn't attacked and was, in fact, leaning on the Impala watching everything.

Dean charged into the dark and scrabbled around, searching for whatever took Ciel. After a few moments he realized that the alley was empty. Dean couldn't believe it! He could practically feel Sam's soul slipping through his fingers. How could he have let the kid get taken? Dean's shoulders slumped and the turned back to his car, dragging his feet.

"Hee hee hee….why so down little hunter?"

Dean's head snapped up sp quickly he gave himself whiplash. There, sitting on the hood of his car was a figure dressed in black. The newly-revived Ciel was sitting on its lap and frowning. One skeletal hand was around the boy's waist and the other was stroking his hair. As if the little earl was a china doll.

Dean brought up his gun again.

"Let the boy go!" he shouted. Ciel snorted.

"Don't bother Dean, it's pointless arguing with the insane."

The creature, a man Dean noticed, leaned his cheek against Ciel's and made a whiney noise.

"That's not very nice little Ciel. I'm just so happy to see you up and about. The underworld was no fun when you were dead." The creature wrapped his arms tighter around the boy and squeezed him close. As Ciel attempted to extract himself from the creature's grip, Dean shot a glance at Pluto. The hellhound was lying on his back on the roof of Dean's car, looking completely relaxed. The hunter let some of the tension drain from his shoulders. If the dog wasn't worried, there probably wasn't any immediate danger.

Dean turned his gaze back to Ciel, who was still struggling in the creature's arms. The thing that had him looked like a Goth club reject. He was wearing leather pants for Christ's sake! The creature had huge black boots to complement his tight pants. His shirt was dark red, but that's all that Dean could tell because the whole ensemble was covered by a long, black, jacket. Dean slowly inched closer and got a semi-good look at it's face. Its hair was long, silver, and had small braids scattered throughout the fluffy mass. His bangs covered his eyes, what could be seen of his face was criss-crossed with scars and a demented smile nearly split his face in half. Whatever this thing was, Dean didn't like it.

"I'll ask again." He said, pointing his gun again. "Who-what are you?"

"Hee hee hee…you really want to know?" the creature asked. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. You have to pay the toll…." He trailed off and looked down at the still-trapped Ciel.

"However, I'm so happy to see my little lord that I'll give you a free pass…..this time….hee hee hee."

Dean shuddered and tried not to think about what that price may be. The man in black stood up and put Ciel down, though he kept one hand on the boy's head. He placed his other hand on his chest and gave a short bow.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Winchester, my name is Undertaker and I am a ferryman of the dead. Hee hee hee."

Dean hated it when monsters gave themselves fancy names. Sam probably would have understood him, but Dean didn't have the patience to figure it out.

"English please!" Dean demanded. Ciel gave a huff.

"He's a Grim Reaper Dean." The boy told him. Dean's eyes bulged and his grip tightened on the handle of hi gun again.

"You're BFF with a reaper….Why am I not surprised?" Dean asked, sarcastically.

"I thought Sebastian told you who I was 200 years ago?" Ciel raised an eyebrow. "Did you decide to shelter me without knowing a thing about me?...Idiot."

Dean glared.

"He may have alluded to the fact that not all of your 'associates' were human." Dean made airquotes with his fingers. "But I didn't really believe him. I just assumed he was bullshitting…and it's not like we had a choice." He muttered.

"Sebastian does not lie!" Ciel snapped. "What is Sebastian holding over your head anyway?" Dean was slightly taken aback.

"Uhhh….yea he does. All demons lie." He said "Sebastian said that if we let you stay at Bobby's for a few days, he would find a way to sneak my brother's soul out of Hell. It's stuck in a cage with Michael and Lucifer." Dean explained as Ciel's eyebrows climbed up his face.

"Hee hee hee…. Your butler only remains completely truthful with you little Ciel." Undertaker giggled. "I have to wonder, how did your brother manage to lock his soul in Lucifer's box?" he asked. Dean was very confused.

"You're a reaper, shouldn't you know all about that?" He asked. Undertaker shrugged.

"I'm retired; I only collect souls on special occasions. Natural Disasters, plagues, those sorts of things. Hee hee hee."

Ciel shot the insane shinigami a glare and turned to the car.

"It's getting late and I'm hungry. Undertaker will you join us?" Ciel's mind was racing, under the growling of his stomach, he knew almost nothing about this new world he had bee reborn into. In the past, whenever he needed information Sebastian couldn't provide, he had always gone to Undertaker. The reaper creeped him out, and his prices were ridiculous, but he always had good information. If Ciel was going to live in the 21st century he needed to collect his chess pieces.

Undertaker smiled his demented smile and gave a short bow.

"Of course my lord. I would be honored to accompany you. Hee hee hee….I also wish to see the boy with no soul." The reaper straightened up and grabbed Ciel, hoisting the protesting boy into his arms. He walked around the car and slid into the passenger's seat, settling Ciel into his lap. The little boy struggled valiantly, but he was fighting a losing battle. Eventually he gave up, crossed his arms, and pouted. Undertaker giggled.

Dean rolled his eyes. *What was that line from Alice in Wonderland?...Curiouser and curiouser.* The hunter pushed Pluto off of the roof of his car, ignoring the whining growl he got in reply, and got into the driver's seat. Dean barely waited for Pluto to get in the back before he floored the gas pedal and tore out of the little town like a bat out of Hell.

"Hee hee hee…..this gonna be fun."

TBC

A/N: I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible! Good job everyone who guessed Undertaker. For those of you who didn't: Undertaker is always giggling, Grell announces himself with a chainsaw. THNAK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS!