Chapter 3: Hunting in the Night
They were suicidal? Well, that wasn´t the first time Dean had heard that, actually, that wasn´t be the first time both of them went to the lion´s jaws without a good plan.
-okey, we got holy water, holy oil, silver, machetes, Ruby´s knife, the Colt, forty exorcism, the anti-demon bombs, stakes, and all weapons that kill everything we know or we´ve heard about-said Sam, making a list
According to the List, a girl named Elizabeth Miller was the next victim. Like the others, she was around fifteen, blonde, with green eyes, and she would be killed, in her travel to home after a movie at the local cinema. Sam and Dean were having troubles to accept that they had to use an innocent girl as a bait, but Grell told them that they had to wait until the "Night Killer" were close enough or when the thing came out. Whatever was the case, the girl would die.
Well, nothing they can do, can´t they? that was her fate, wasn´t it? Dean, who had a day recollecting souls like a Grim Reaper knew what would happen, if you tried to prevent a death, the fate, however, that didn´t mean he was happy, and Sam, well, he absolutely hated the idea of using a young girl
Dean knew that getting involved with Grell was his idea, because he felt sorry for the crimson reaper; it was right, they freed Amara. Even more, because of Grell´s eyes and the desire of protection. Dean though that maybe, maybe, just maybe Grell would know the importance of the life, but now he realized that the red haired could care less about that
Now, both of them were wondering if they should continue this hunting without him. The Grim Reapers dying would only attract more troubles, they knew, and they had to prevent that the balance broke even more, but the partnership with Grell was getting more stressful than they first thought
But again, the one killing the reapers must be very powerful, and they would need Grell to survive. According with the crimson reaper just one thing could kill his kin, but he wasn´t fool enough to tell them "what"
-okey… we got everything- finished the younger Winchester.-hope this will work…- They returned to bunker to pick all they needed, and while the humans were getting ready for the battle, Grell was too bussy with his nails, hair, and make up
-um, Grell… maybe haven´t you notice, but we are going after your friend-said Dean
-oh, don´t worry about me, love, I will be fine-said Grell, looking at a small mirror
-Congratulations, but maybe you want to help us-continued Dean
-well, I helped to get you here, didn´t I?
-what my brother is trying to say is why don´t you help us to pick a backpack?-interrupted Sam, while Dean was losing his mind
-fine…my, guys, you´re so annoying sometimes-said Grell, picking the smallest one-we better hurry up, it´s almost the monsters time… -added and walked again
-we´re the annoying ones here?-said Dean, a little angry
-never mind, Dean, as soon as we finish here as soon we can be free of all this trouble-said Sam, following the reaper
Dean stopped a little, then he went too. One thing was the reaper was a little noisy, flamboyant, flashy, and let everything like a mess, just as he did with their library, and the room they let him stayed, or even the bathroom. The hunter could also handle the strange comments about his time as Jack, the Ripper, his flittering with guys, and the obsession with the red… but if it was Grell´s job to protect the souls, why did he care not about the human life?
For them, for the humans… their life was all that matter.
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The two hunters and the reaper were waiting in the roof of a building. Dean had a binoculars, and was looking at the streets, Sam was choosing a weapon, and Grell… he picked up a chainsaw…
-seriously, Grell?- said Sam, Dean turned to the Grim Reaper as well
-a chainsaw?-said the older hunter
-what? She´s my cute little baby~-sang Grell happily, picking the weapon and pointing to the sky-my beautiful Deathscythe… that can cut though against everything- added, proudly, with love on his eyes.
-ammm a Deathscythe should be a, well, a scythe?-said Sam
-what? No! you´re kidding, right, hottie?-said Grell with disgust gesture, like if Sam had insult him-A regular scythe is so old fashioned, so uncool. This one is way better, specially made only for me… added, looking at the blade with the love that only a mother could show
-okey…?-said Dean, wishing that Sam hadn´t ask, then returned his attention to the street.
-do you see anything? –asked Sam.
-no… no yet…-answered Dean, looking again at Grell with that gesture that only a Winchester could show against a supernatural creature. He red haired stopped looking at his chainsaw, and turn to the older brother
-what? Am I the problem? –asked, putting the Deathscythe down, and rose up-believe me, I hate all of this…
-so… Why did you come to us in the first place?-said Dean. Sam remained silent, looking between his brother and reaper, worrying about a deathmatch.
-excuse me… are you going to make me repeat everything…?-Grell frowned. Dean made a joking grin- ok… the problem about you comes from… well, all your life!
The brothers stayed quiet, and now, both looked at him. The red grim reaper took a breath –you…-pointed to Dean-because you couldn´t let your brother go, let Sam to be possessed by an angel, against his will, for all that matter, and your little prophet was killed as a result, and you…- pointed to Sam- because you couldn´t let your brother go, killed our Boss, freed the Darkness, and she is killing everything, eating everyone, everywhere, and now, I have to safe my kin, with you two, hardheaded, while Will is arriving in three night, and I´m losing my nerves here!... -sighed, with his face twisted in fury-That maybe can answer your question…
The silent was total. Sam coughed, turning around
-wao… that was intense…- whispered the younger, looking at the street once again. Dean coughed as well; Grell just turned around and picked his Deathscythe again
-and this ´Will´ is…?
-none of your business – answered Grell bitterly, frowned
-okey, okey… I didn´t ask- said Dean, rising his hands defensibly. Then turned again to his brother, to watch out the streets: few cars kept passing.
Grell sighed. This was insufferable, they were insufferable; yes, maybe he did went out of a reaper´s proper way and killed some women (as if they didn´t deserve it), but that was a century ago! And what? They didn´t like him because he didn´t cry for every human´s deatn? Come on! If he were to cry, he would be a Banshee, not a reaper!
His job was to pick the soul, and protected it, usually from demons, but also were more things that wanted the souls for more power, Amara a very good example, and the worst. Did the brother have the smallest idea of how many humans die every day, every minute, every second? Sickness, accidents, or just for the age. Nowadays more than ever, and because of them
Every human in the world learn how to keep living after losing a beloved one: cousins, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, sister… brothers… Every human, except them, because of the Winchesters´ envious desire… of having each other, which only their lives mattered. The death comes to all mortals, there no other way, soon or later, one had to mourn over a beloved passing away
The reapers were death itself. They were supposed to be the only true of the life: the end… but now… and all because of them… Grell would be sure that everything was safe for Will before he arrived, even if he had to drag the Winchesters all over the way...
The reaper turned around, when he saw a shadow with the corner of his eye: it was tall, slim, and very familiar; so was the demon present he felt. Red eyes shinned with the moon´s light.
The red Grim Reaper looked at the humans, they hadn´t notice yet; and when he looked back, the shadow wasn´t there anymore. Grell closed his eyes, the present still near to them, so, making sure the hunters didn´t noticed, the red reaper went where he could feel it…
As the Grim Reaper expected it was him, and he was waiting comfortably seated in a pile of boxes in another ally, looking so relax, as if nothing had happened. His hair was still as black as the reaper remembered, and the eyes still glowing in a crimson light. As usual the demon was dressed in black, like his butler uniform, but this one a little more of this century.
-my, my, my… Bassy~-purred Grell, taking a few steps closer to the demon-haven´t changed at all-. The supernatural known as Sebastian Michaels jumped down, landing so close to the reaper. Grell didn´t take a step back.
-Grell Sutcliff… you also haven´t changed at all… still as I remember you…-purred Sebastian back, raising his hand to the reaper´s face. The evil shark-like grin became bigger
-where is your little brat, Bassy~?
-back home… things are getting a little too serious for our amusement…-the demon pet the very long hair, until taking position of the reaper´s nape, pulling him closer. Grell´s fangs shinned as well as his eyes with an evil and playful will.
-the Darkness…-Grell hugged the tall man before him
-yes… "She"… -Sebastian took Grell´s hand with his right, and the left one went to the reaper´s hip, starting to move in circles with a slow decadence. Invisible music played behind for them and their waltz-everything is getting more stressful, more dangerous. Even we… the demons, can be eaten by her… Nothing I like...
-Oh, really? So you want to protect your little brat…from her~-sang Grell- you´re still bounded to his will, having such a strong opponent…so shame that you cannot have his mortal soul anymore… -mocked
Sebastian stopped a second, closed his eyelids and, for Grell´s confusion, started lo laugh and dance with him once again.
-oh, dear… are you sure you can said that- mocked Sebastian as if he knew something the reaper didn´t, Grell frowned- you have fallen more than ever… Grell Sutcliff…
-eh?
-The Winchester brothers… really? Of all the people, you actually went to them…-said Sebastian, while dancing
-oh, yes… "them"… Sammy and Deanny… they are a little infamous in the Underworld, aren´t they…? –sang Grell in a playful evil manner
-More than "little"- mocked Sebastian, with an evil grin, getting closer to the reaper´s face-even your people hate them, and would be so happy to get rid of them…
-yeah, I know, after all, they killed our Boss, what an irony is the world, isn´t it?- Grell replied- well, with Lucifer and the Darkness walking around, controlling or eating demons, I didn´t have a lot of options, didn´t I?
-I bet that they don´t know what you´re doing…
-nop… they don´t, but you know me, I really like to do everything by myself
-especially now that it´s Reapers Open Season- mocked Sebastian
-Oh~ so you already know about that... right, Bassy~?
-Ho! You think I´m the one killing the reapers…?
-don´t know… maybe?-said Grell, smiling –so strange to find you here… where the next victim will be killed soon, and with her, reaper in charge of the collection… are you the one hunting my companions, Bassy~?
-don´t know… maybe…- mocked Sebastian
-Bassy~, Bassy~- sang Grell- I prefer to know who the killer is…
-before William T. Spears arrives here?-asked Sebastian with an evil grin. Grell stopped the dance abruptly-my, my... I think I was wrong about you… you have changed. In that time you would have had forgotten everything about "Willy", if I had invited you a dance… but look at you now... so devoted to him… - Grell frowned, fury now burning on his eyes
-let me go!-demanded, taking himself out of the demon´s hands-you know the killer, yes or not?- shouted, having enough of jokes and provocations
-maybe I do…-said Sebastian, enjoying the reaper´s angry. The demon hadn´t had enough of jokes and provocations-what about a deal?
-a deal? With you? What in the Earth would you want from me?-asked Grell frowning deeper, hands on his hips.
-one simple thing… -said Sebastian, walking to Grell once more. The reaper didn´t move-Although they are just mere humans… the Winchesters are a pain to all of us… even to demons. They stopped Azazel, Lilith, sealed Lucifer himself and killed Abbadon… too dangerous- added, taking Grell´s hand, kissing it, while kneeing before-Kill them, Grell Sutcliff, and you will have the name of your killer before your Will arrives to the battlefield…Do we have a deal…?
