A/N: This is spoilery for the season two premiere so be prepaired. This is rated PG for language. I wrote this in about fifteen minutes, after watching the first season two episode. Please enjoy.
It wasn't the natural order. He leaves, body dies, and it's what is supposed to happen. They did warn her though, about how nothing ever seems to follow the natural path when it comes to that family.
She knew his fight and what he wanted to do and fought against the blackness. Even if he wanted to live, it wasn't like this. Not by the hand that put him there in the first place.
The fucking bastard knew the rules. The dead stay dead.
One thing she couldn't understand why keep alive one that he tried to kill. Irrationality was never a trait of a reaper so she couldn't understand the importance of keeping Dean alive. She didn't get it unless it was strategic.
As the violent black took over, she wished Dean would keep his memory. She lied about the body thing, there had been a time once where she let one go back. It hadn't been a soldier, a mother, or a child but a murderer. One victim was alive, supposed to be alive. Not fated or ordained, just supposed to be, but was dying anyway. The murderer lived two minutes more than he should and she doesn't regret her decision to give him that to fix the order. The other wasn't supposed to die. Two minutes she gave him, one minute to be found by the police and one minute to get him to talk. When he saw her again, he didn't remember meeting and fought just as hard.
She wished Dean would remember her because he might actually set things straight.
Fucking bastard knew the rules. You break them and you pay.
She wonders when he'll realize he's causing more damage.