Second chap coming :D A few notes before :P Well, only two :P The first one is… I´m so sorry but Sebas and Ciel would not meet the Winchester u_u I know that would be cool, but the focus in this fic is on Grell and the two brothers :3 However, Sebas does appear, that´s right :D next soon :P

Second note is that English is not my native language :P so if you find some grammatical mistake, I will be thankful, if you show me :D

Chapter 2: Business as Usual

-Dean…

-Sam, I told you before… this is an amazing idea…

-getting involved with a Grim Reaper? That´s an amazing idea, really? How? –said Sam. The Winchester brothers were standing out of the local morgue, dressing in their black business suits, and almost sitting on the Impala

-well… Grell is a supernatural thing, isn´t he? Maybe he knows where a Hand of God is-said Dean, walking a few steps. Sam sighed, still not sure. The younger Winchester started to walk in circles

-we have to kill the Darkness, yes?-continue Dean, while looking at Sam- There no another question about that, and maybe getting in a beautiful friendship with a reaper could be good. I mean, the last one we met said that she will through our souls into the Nothingness… Maybe Grell can´t stopped her, and give us another opportunity

-so… you don´t want to help Grell, but use him-said Sam

-well, I wouldn´t be the first time, would it? Come, on, Sammy! Give me a break! Be in my team!

-I´m on your team, Dean. I just hope you know what you´re doing… -said Sam-getting involved with supernatural creatures is always dangerous…

Dean opened the mouth to say something else, but in that moment they heard someone with high heels, walking to them and turn around. It´s was Grell.

-oh, my God…-said Dean. Sam shook his head. The reaper was dressing with a mini-skirt, with a white shirt, a crimson sack and heeled black shoes; the very long hair tied in a tall ponytail. As usual, the playful grin adorned the pale face, but his lips were painted with a red lipstick.

-well, I´m ready, cuties~ let´s the show begin, Death~! –said Grell, in the moment he got with the Winchester, both of them still looking at him with the mouths opened- mmm, better shout your mouths, loves, there are flies around– added, walking to the morgue. Both Winchester quickly went after him

-Grell… What the hell? Why are you dressing in that way?-said Dean, stopping him. Grell looked at his clothes, and then to Dean, with the question on the face

-well… you said that I had to look as an agent from FBI, FIB, or whatever. Well, here am I-said Grell, moving as a model, and winked- come one, here is where the humans have the serial killer´s last victim- added and started moving again, slowly.

Now, that the two Winchester didn´t see his face, Grell frowned. He had heard their conversation.

Sam approached Dean

-for being a guy…Grell is kind of cute…-said Dean. Sam looked at him a moment-what? You know… for being a man… he is… oh, shut up! –added and followed the Reaper. Sam laughed a little

-yes, Dean, I could totally understand you´re point…-joked Sam, walking behind them.

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-well…this is the last victims, agents-said the Doctor, a man of forty with black hair, black eyes, and a little chubby, was looking at corpse. Sam, Dean and Grell were around the table too –Cassy O´Donnel, fifteen, went to party last night… and…

The words weren´t needed: the poor girl had a very ugly wound on the abdomen, already sutured. Also, the neck had been cut off.

-Oh- was everything Dean could say

-the cause of death was the wound in the neck. The slash went deeper than expected-said the Doctor- it reached the bond…-added. Grell smiled for some reason.

-the expedient says she has an organ stolen-said Sam

-that´s right, agent-said the doctor, picking up more sheets- the killer took four meters of her intestine. Bianca Johnson, the first victim has the liver stolen. Sally Sullivan, the second victim has the left lung missing, Molly Simon has the right one stolen…-explained the man, after picking up some sheets

- the newspapers called that bastard "The Night Ripper"?-Dean wanted to confirm.

-yes, Sir

-ohhhh~ that brings me back memories~-sang Grell, happily, as remembering something funny. The doctor looked at him a moment

-Don´t mind "her"- Dean interrupted- "She" is new…-added, looking at the Red Grim Reaper with a frown. The doctor nodded a bit

-I have a new patient- the Doctor excused himself -Everything else I can do for you, agents?

-no, no. We´re ok-said Dean

-oh, wait. Doctor, may I have a copy of all the expedients, please?-said Sam.

The man nodded once again, and walked away

-are you sure we are in the correct track?-said Sam to Grell, once the door was closed

-of course I´m-said Grell-every time the "Night Ripper" kills a girl, the reaper assign to recollect the soul ends up kill as well…

-what about you´re last reaction? How a ripper can bring you pleasant memories?-said Dean, a little upset

-oh, cutie, that´s was long time ago…-sang Grell, smiling again- when she and I were Jack, the Ripper…

-you and who were what?-said Dean in disbelieve. Sam blinked, wanting to get clear in the subject.

-Jack, the Ripper? The most famous and unknown serial killer, that Jack, the Ripper?-questioned Sam-you were Jack, The Ripper?

-yes, well… it was Madame Red´s idea, I just helped her out killing those horrible and ungrateful women- answered Grell-but as I said, that was many years ago, get over it… the rest of the Society already forgot that- added. The Winchester still looking at him, upset for that fact; Grell sighted a little angry-can we get into the business?-both brothers looked at the body again-Thank you…

The three of them were checking the body; well, Sam and Dean were, while Grell was sitting in a chair. It was an uncomfortable silent, maybe because of the Winchester opening a teenager girl

-poor girl… I hope I could take that bastard, and…-said Dean, throwing the scalpel the table- we kill monsters, but humans…

-yes, I know… humans can be worse than our regular "friends"-said Sam, Grell was painting his nails red, singing a song

-really, Grell?-said Dean, looking at the reaper

-What? Crying for such a little thing is loss of time-said Grell, looking at his hands- what about some roses in my nails?- Dean´s face showed a new level of annoyance

-well, I don´t think we can find something else…-said Sam-let´s go and… I don´t… try to find something else about all this nonsense...

-I´m with Sam-interrupted Dean

Grell shrugged, and followed him. But, before he could left, the crimson Reaper felt a supernatural present… That was too familiar for him.

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-okey… that "Night Ripper" has been around for a while-said Sam, looking at his laptop. The three were in a fast food shop, Dean with the biggest hamburger, Sam and Grell with a salad-it´s official, three victims until the moment, all of them with the same modus: throats cut off, organs stolen, and all of them young blond teenager girls of fifteen years old…and, according to Grell, three reapers are dead, too

- this a patron...-said Dean, eaten his meal-so… or our famous killer has an evil thing on his shoulder, or our evil thing is our famous killer. Awesome…

-but… it doesn´t make any sense…-said Grell- when we are attacked during our recollections, it´s because the little monster wants the dead´s soul… but, now… when more reapers arrive the scene, the soul still there… I don´t know what that thing wants…

-and we can take Amara out the operations, because she eats everyone´s souls-said Sam, closing his laptop.

-and really doesn´t need to kill for having them- added Dean, letting his almost finished hamburger on the dish- nonsense, as you said, Sammy…

Grell sighed, putting his hands on his head

-oh! This…! –started Grell in an attack of despair, and then babbled things neither Sam nor Dean could understand, except for a world: William

-well, as I see… the quickly way to find our killer is discovering who the "Night Ripper" is and follow him, or kill him, or whatever is the case-said Dean, proudly of his plan; the younger looked at the older as if Dean had another head.

-Dean… are you nuts? The police doesn't have a single idea of who the bastard is… He doesn´t left any clue, footprints, no one sees anything, or hear anything, just when the body is left behind… it´s like Jack, The Ripper all over again –added, pointing to Grell

-thank you, cutie. I love you too-answered the Grim Reaper in sarcasm. But, suddenly, something caught his eye, making Grell fell into a strange silent, looking at the streets as he had seen a ghost, when he met red eyes, looking at him.

-actually, little brother, it´s easier-said Dean with a playful grin-we have something the police doesn´t: a Grin Reaper. Just have to figure out who the next victim is and follow her…Grell…-added the older Winchester, turning to their supernatural companion, but found the red haired in that state

-Grell?-said Sam

-Hello, Earth to Grell, copy?-joked Dean, passing his hand in front of the reaper´s face. The mention red haired blinked and turned to them

-What?

-everything´s fine?-questioned Sam. Grell nodded a bit

-yes, yes, of course, yes, loves-answered with a new playful grin on the lips-what is it? –added. Sam frowned, while Dean shrugged

-Grell, you mentioned something a about List-started the younger Winchester-that´s where you can see how is the next person to pass away

-yes…

-can you see who the next victim is?-added Dean, quickly

-maybe… but… are you planning to go against my kin killer without knowing who the hell he is? Or how can you kill him or even if he can be killed?

-kind of-smiled Dean-but it´s for good reason. You wanted us to stop him, and that´s what we´re gonna do

-you´re quite suicidal, aren´t you?-Grell´s grin became a little evil- Well, don´t complain, if you end up like me…