Chapter 10 It's Not My Time
Dean
"Hello, Dean."
Dean flinched and whirled around in his seat, Crowley doing the same. Behind them sat Danny with his legs crossed elegantly. "Damn it, Danny! Make some goddamn noise when you beam down here."
"My bad." Danny didn't sound sorry. In fact, he didn't sound like anything. In their previous meetings, Dean could hear emotion in the reaper's voice, but now it was like talking to a robot. "I'm here to take you to Death."
"…Thanks." There goes that plan. Dean followed Danny's directions while Crowley glared at them. He drove through the storm to outside a pizzeria. "So, Death likes fast food?"
"Something we share. He's waiting inside for you."
"Wait!" Danny raised an eyebrow. "Help us."
"What?"
"Help us get the ring from Death so we can open the Cage."
"What on Earth gave you the idea that I could help you?"
"You destroyed Famine! You gave us his ring with a warning to hold onto it."
Danny scoffed. "You act like I can disobey Death."
"Famine said you were human. You have free will just like the rest of us!"
He turned away, scowling out the window. "I'm only half human. I have no choice but to obey Death."
"Bullshit!" Danny jerked at Dean's outburst. "Angels can disobey Heaven. Demons can disobey Hell." He pointed at Crowley, then at Danny. "Why can't you?"
"I physically can't, Dean."
"Have you tried? Like, really tried? Or have you just let Death order you around like a lapdog while you felt sorry for yourself?"
"You don't understand—"
"I understand enough! The people you care about are dead, the world's doomed, so why not just let it happen? But it's not just you who's going to suffer! There are billions of innocent people who are going to die while you're stuck in your pity party!"
Danny's lips curled into a snarl. "You'd know all about pity parties, wouldn't you? Death is waiting for you inside. Go before this entire city is swept away."
"Fine." Dean slammed the Impala door behind him as he left.
