Chapter 5: The real killer

Dean just followed them to the local morgue again, still confused about what was going on, but Sam was too busy in autopsy to the last victim: Kelly Jones, and Grell was too excited for answering questions

-so… we´re here to proof those deaths are ritual…-said the older

-yep-sang Grell, happily. They were getting closer to his kin´s hunter and just in time; the red reaper could almost dance

-but how did you know there were two victims? –asked the older Winchester. Grell froze on his place

-ammm well…I… I did my research- lied the red reaper with a nervous smile, while playing with his fingers. The truth was more like ´a demon told me´, but it wasn´t a good idea shear that information with those brothers. Dean sighed and turned

-what ritual we are talking about?

-don´t know… don´t care, but we almost have the bastard! –Grell clapped, happiness back. Dean looked at him a moment, and then turned to his brother

-oh… guys? You have to look at this –said Sam, on his hand he had a spearhead covered in blood

-that is... –Started Dean, inspecting the object closer –a spearhead?

-yep… with some engravings on it… -answered Sam. Grell went to them to, in order to have a close look-it was in… ejem…Kelly´s vagina…- Dean stopped looking at the spearhead, then looked at his brother, again to the piece of rock, to his brother, and finally threw it to the table

-Oh, come on!

-yes, disgusting...- said Sam. Grell took the spearhead, while Dean was cleaning his hand, cursing, and walking in circles

-mmm it has something on it…- muttered the crimson reaper, looking closer to the piece

-I think is Greek, but not "this time Greek", more like "Time of Odyssey" Greek…-explained Sam

-awesome…- cursed Dean- you think is another God?

-probably- answered Sam, picking the spearhead and placed it in a bag-we have to check, if the rest of the victims also have spearheads

-yes!-jumped Grell, happily, while Dean frowned

-I won´t touch a girl

-Oh, don´t be a baby-joked Grell, walking away-as if it would be the first time you touch a woman´s vagina- mocked

-come on, Grell! You really had to say that! -The hunter shouted and followed the reaper

It took little for them to discover. There was no mistake; it was ritual: all the victims had the same color of hair, of eyes, they were all virgins and had a spearhead on them with a specific Greek symbol on it…

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After checking the rest of the corpses, and recollecting all the spearheads, the Winchester boys plus Grell came back to their motel room. The three of them were sitting in the table, with a lot of sheet, books and notes everywhere

For the brothers´ tranquility and pleasure, Grell was helping with everything, with all the energy the reaper had. Knowing that Will, Ronald, and the rest of the Society would be finally safe motivated the red haired, and for the first since they first met, there was cero comments of the brothers against Grell, or Grell against them.

-son of bitch…-said again Sam, touching his chin, in the middle of all the papers was a plastic bag with all the pieces of rock on it.

-what?-asked Dean, looking up from his book. Grell also stopped reading, as Sam picked up the bag

-those…- said Sam, showing one spearhead- are symbol for the cult to Ares, the Greek God of War…after a battle, the enemies´ corpses were nail with those, as an offering to him

- son of bitch- repeated Dean-so… we have the God of War in our hands… awesome-said ironically- but that doesn´t explain all the virgins killings or the grim reapers´…

-I think… I got something…-added Grell, a little disturbed- the ritual…- the reaper shew the book on his hands. Sam picked it and read

-"during a complete lunar cycle, seven pure bloods must offered with pure flesh and seven reapers´ souls. The last sacrifices in the full moon. Only then the power will be unleash, and the Weapon will emerge"

-Ares is creating a weapon?- repeated Dean-but what weapon?

-maybe against Amara?- said Sam- her presence is affecting everyone: demons, angels, ghouls, ghosts, reapers, maybe even the God of War is scared of her, too

-don´t care… Will arrives tomorrow night-interrupted Grell, desperately - Ares, Poseidon, Zeus, Ala, doesn´t matter… we have to stop him!

-this is not the first time you say something about that "Will"- said Dean, looking at the reaper, who lowered his head –He is really important for you?

Grell didn´t answer. –can we get back to the business?

-sure…-answered Sam, and returned to the book-"seven pure bloods" and "seven reapers´ souls"…Ares´s gonna kill again… tonight

-How will we turn his lights off?-asked Dean

-mmm… the femoral bone of one of his followers, bathed on a vulture´s and a black dog´s blood, covered with gold and burn with the fire of a battle, fire fed with blood of heroes- read Sam

-wao, awesome-said Dean

- so let´s go and get everything-said Sam, rising up.

-I´ll the ingredients -jumped Grell, standing up, and clapped his hands together

-mmm saving another reaper really motive you…-mocked Dean, sarcastically. The red haired frowned once again

-again, you´re mad because I´m not crying for the girls…- sighed Grell, picking his List up, and throwing it to the table- all are names from the humans that are dying today, all names from humans whose souls I would have to be picking them up…

Both humans took the little book and started to go through it pages.

-they are…-muttered Sam. The letter was so small that every page what like five columns full with names

-… Quit a lot?- completed Grell, crossing his arms- yes, they are, and the pages will never end…all of those are the deaths I had, have and will have to witness… now do you understand why I´m not crying?

Now both brothers looked at the red haired again

-here are souls that supposedly you have to be picking up right now…-said Dean, returning the List to its owner

-yes… well… I cut… contact with Society- coughed Grell, playing with his fingers a little, again.

-you can do that?-asked Sam, in confusion

-of course I can! It´s not the first time though

-bet they´ll be angry-joked Dean, with a playful grin. The reaper sighed

-I bet for that, too…

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When the sunset, the Winchester almost had everything for their special weapon. They were in a local cemetery of a Greek community, where the people still venerated their old Gods. The hunters already desecrated two tombs, and now they were preparing woods for a bonfire.

-vulture´s and dog´s blood coming-said Grell, arriving in a single jump-plus, gold… it´s a shame to melt down those cute rings and neckless though…

-good job, Grell-said Sam, picking the objects from the reaper

-well, cuties… your turn….-said Grell, with a little smile. Both Winchester looked at each other, picked a pocket knife, and pointed the blades to their arms

-ready?-said Dean, Sam nodded, and the two cut their flesh until the red blood shinned.

The Winchesters let the scarlet liquid fell into the wood, and the scarlet Shinigami set the fire

-well… it´s time…-said Dean, looking at them. Sam was serious, getting ready for the battle, while a bigger shark-like grin appeared on Grell´s face.

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The Church had a little charity party with a carnival. The lights of the games, the laughing, and screaming everywhere. All: adults or kids, were having fun, except for our three protagonist, who were watching over the crowd

With Grell´s List they found out the last victim would be another blond virgin teenager girl called Jane Everlin, who went to fair with her parents. Now, the three had her on their sights

-so… "William" is coming tomorrow night, eh?-started Dean. Sam looked at them a moment, worried by that question, as Grell saw his brother for a moment, before returning his sight to the girl again

-come on, tell me… I already know he´s another reaper, and I… We won´t hurt him- added Dean, as looking to Sam, but Grell didn´t speak-we know what the supernatural community feels about us… I just want to know why you accepted so many troubles, being with us, the Winchester brothers, and ran away from the rest of your people, who certainly will get mad at you…

-we don´t have rancor against him or motives for killing him-said Sam, quietly- we´re hunters, ye, but we only chase the evil. No reason against that William…-added. Grell still didn´t say a thing, so Dean opened his mouth again…

-Will is my Romeo…when… when I woke up like this… I was desperate… -answered Grell, looking down. His eyes shined with sadness- the immortality in this ugly, unperfected, body…? But for Will I have a reason for keep going… - continued after a while-I would everything for him, so better stay away or I´ll kill you!

-easy, Grell, as we just said: we´re not to kill or hurt him-said Dean quickly, rising his hands to calm Grell down- we are in the same team…

-I hope so…- they stayed silent for a moment. Meanwhile, Jane went to another game, pushing her parents around, having a gigantic teddy bear on arms.

-you know…you´re not as bad as I first thought- said Dean

Grell laughed a little, while Dean frowned. The red haired reaper looked at him with an amusing grin

-What?

-A Winchester telling that to a supernatural "thing"?- joked Grell –seen to believe, I guess. But, I´m not like your other supernatural "friends", like that angel, Castiel, who has been always like that…I used to be a human, too…-added, with a sad smile

-really?- asked Sam

-really… when a human committee suicide, this is how they end up- Grell touched his own chest-we, the suicide, are turning into reapers as a punishment… until the forgiveness, we have to see many deaths all the days…

-oh, yes… I remember you said something about that…-said Dean, more to himself. Sam nodded a little-why did you kill yourself?

Grell looked at him for a moment, with a clearly expression of a coming facepalm

-you know "what" I´m, Dean… I´m a monster…

-well, kind of… more like a God of Death…

-that´s not what I mean…-Grell cut him off- I was born as male, but I´m really a woman… that´s why I´m a monster… I killed myself, after my Prince, the one who promised me forever being by my side, betrayed me… I did love him, but he didn´t have the same feelings for someone like me… I cut my own chest, hoping that after the death I would be finally free… but… it didn´t work as I hoped… and even know… I´m still monster… and new level of freak

-I don´t think you´re…a monster…-said Dean in whisper, looking at the crowd again-you know… as a girl… you´re… ejem… you´re pretty…-added. Grell looked at him, as if he was seeing Dean for the first time, and then, smiled a bit, without evil intent

-yes, you actually are pretty- said Sam

-thank you…

The three went to another silent… Maybe all of them were crazier than they first thought, but they did have a moment of mutual understanding… For the Winchesters, Grell wasn´t longer a monster without heart or feeling, but a "woman" with a rough past and even worst future. For Grell, the Winchesters were no longer primates that would kill whoever wasn´t of their species, but gentlemen that actually accepted him… mmm maybe the supernatural community was wrong after all

-didn´t see anything…-said Sam

-damn it…-cursed Dean. Grell looked at them, before returning his sights to the happy humans…

-guys… where is little Janny?-said. There was no sign of neither the girl nor her parents; both Winchester followed the reaper´s sight… they had her.

-damn it!-cursed Dean, louder, running into the crowd, followed by the other two

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When? Where? How that happened? They were just there, and neither hunters nor reaper saw or feel anything; the girl just disappeared. The parents were found after a while, alive, but with a pretty bad wounds on their head; the police were called, and everyone was trying to find Jane.

The two hunters and Grim Reaper went to the only place no one had searched, inside the Church. It was dark, all the place was immerse in darkness, and alone, strangely alone, even though outside everything was a chaos. Just a few candles lighted the way, while the three had their special weapons on hand

-this is scary…-whispered Grell, their steps made a ghostly echo against the floor. Suddenly, Sam stopped them…the golden lights projected a tall, strong shadow beyond the door: the person was in the chapel

Dean made a signal to the other two, they nodded, while walking a little more, until they could see. The big guy dressed in a black robe was turning their back to them, looking at an unconscious figure laying on the floor: Jane…

-cannot be…- said Dean, in a shock- it´s…

-Father Salomon…-said Grell, uncovering himself after recognizing the priest of the place, the same guy with the reaper had filtered with, when Dean and he went to the Church to investigate about the victims.

-Oh, Grell! Dear! –said the handsome man with a smile.

It was no mistake… It was him. As Grell had described him, the guy was tall, muscular with dark curly short hair with black eyes. The man was really beautiful, manly, as an athlete… as a God…

-What are doing you here?-asked the reaper without moving

-come on, Grell, don´t be ashamed…-said the man, turning a little to him –I have been thinking about you… Really wanted to see your lovely face again… Come on, don´t be shy- added The Winchester looked at each other, before returning their sights at the scene before them… The priest was there in the worst moment or…?

Grell didn´t move

-oh, don´t be like that…-said the Father- let me see your beautiful face again…- added and raised his blood covered hand…

-Grell, don´t!- shouted Dean, as he attacked. The man moved faster than anything they had seen, and stopped the older hunter, twisting the human´s right arm, making him lost the bond. In those seconds, Jane already dead, covered in her blood and guts, was revealed.

-Dean!-shouted Sam, attacking as well. The "priest" moved to evade the younger brother´s slashes, and stopped him by his wrist

-you… humans… are just animals with some degree of intelligence- mocked the man with a predator grin. Sam frowned, trying to free himself by holding the weapon with the other hand-but… you´re not smart enough- added, breaking Sam´s wrist and slamming him against the nearest wall

-Sam! –shouted Dean and Grell, attacking at the same time.

The man stopped the Winchester again by his nape, dodging Grell´s Death Scythe, and slamming Dean´s head against the floor. All just in seconds…

-No!-shouted Grell once again, running against the man. He smiled, and went straight for Grell, diverting the chainsaw. The red reaper cannot believe his eyes… That guy did not give him a second to cover himself…

Then, all the air was knocked out from Grell´s lugs, as the opponent delivered a devastating punch on his stomach, hard enough to kill a normal human, but Grell just felt down to his knees, while coughing out blood. The man smiled more, and walked near him, singing a song…

-… Ares…- said Grell, slowly because of the pain, the shock, and the loss of air. The man smiled back, while the reaper frowned with disgust as the black haired individual got closer

-nice to meet you… -mocked Ares, picking Grell up by his head. The God didn´t lost a second before slamming him against the floor with brutality, head first.

Everything went black…