Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters. Then i would have the money to own lots of cool stuff.
Warnings: Mild gore, mild swearing (I think) mild ginny-bashing
My note: sorry about the delyed update, I hope you enjoy it. stay super.
The next morning Harry woke up to a mixture of aromas that had drifted up the stairs. It was sweet and pleasant and he was instantly thinking something along the lines of 'What the hell has Gabe done now?' so reluctantly as ever he slowly dragged himself out of bed stumbling into some clean – or at least that looked clean in his current state, which really wasn't to reassuring – clothes and stumbled into the hall.
It was here he was met with two more pairs of bleary, confused eyes and a new aroma to add to the rest. This was a burnt aroma and Harry let out a small, exasperated groan.
"What the hell is Gabriel doing?" Dean asked him and Harry cursed himself for being the only one who knew Gabriel well enough to understand that this was either going to be great, or awful. For instance he might be roasting marshmallows for them all on the gas stove, or he may have set the house on fire and was roasting marshmallows in the blaze. He might have burnt some homemade sweet scones slightly, or he may be using a flame thrower to make toast in the lounge room. With Gabriel there really was no telling.
"My guess is as good as yours." Harry said with a shrug before leading the Winchesters down stairs to see just what it was that was happening down there. And the sight that awaited them was surprisingly… well, not horrifying.
Both angels were there, wearing aprons and covered in various substances. Castiel was holding a hot tray of homemade coffee scrolls with no gloves and Gabriel was in the middle of singing everybody loves me by one republic at the top of his lungs as he whizzed around the kitchen, completely ignoring his somewhat lost looking little brother. Then they noticed the food, piles of pancakes, stacks of waffles, sweet scones and basically every single sweet and sugary substance that you can even remotely get away with as a breakfast substance.
"Heya freaks, you ready for breakfast?" Gabriel smiled at them and they stared at him with open mouths.
"Where is Bobby?" Sam asked, being the first to recover.
"He went out to for a drive, or to fix something, or walk around, or he is possibly off joining a cheerleading squad." Gabriel shrugged. "To be honest I wasn't paying that much attention."
"He is testing out the Dodge." Castiel supplied as Gabriel took the tray from him, pouring the scrolls onto a large plate and turning to find a space for them on the already over filled table.
"Does he know that you have trashed his kitchen?" Dean scowled around at the mess EVERYWHERE. "Dude, is that syrup on the ceiling? How is there syrup on the frigging ceiling?"
"Ask your angel. He is the one that got it there in the first place." Gabriel shot Castiel a half-hearted glare. "And for your information, yes, yes he does know I am here. He gave me full permission to cook in his kitchen."
"Is it all edible?" Harry asked through a yawn.
"No, I filled it all with cyanide just for shits and gigs." Gabriel drawled out.
"Brilliant." Harry muttered as he slumped into a seat and poured himself a coffee and grabbed a chocolate bagel from the nearest plate, slowly tearing it apart. His first bite was accompanied with a long drawn out "hmmmm cyanide is good."
That seemed to be the last straw for Sam and Dean who gave in and took places at the table, indulging in the fabulous food given to them. They were soon joined by the two angels. Castiel who just sat ignoring the food and frowning at Gabriel who had dove in greedily, packing away impossible amounts of food for such a small guy.
It wasn't long before the combination of good food and even better caffeine lifted the mood, and before too long the Winchesters found themselves relaxing and joking with the three supernatural creatures they were sharing breakfast with. It was unexpected, it was unnatural and it was fun, they all knew this and none of them felt the need to stop it.
"Why a Trickster Gabe?" Sam asked over the top of a coffee cup "out of everything you could have been, why choose Loki?"
"Well first off I had to pick something powerful enough that using my mojo wouldn't be suspicious, which narrows down the playing field a hell of a lot. So I thought about the bits of me I wouldn't change for anything." Harry smirked at him, he already knew the answer of course and found himself half listening half drifting off. "So I liked to have fun, I liked to bring people to justice, I loved sweets and I loathed dicky people. All up that leaves only a trickster and I just so happened to know that Loki had died a couple years before hand and took his place. Not even Odin figured it out.
"I kept up appearances until I met Harry. He was the first person who found out that I was Gabriel without getting his brain scrubbed or… disposed of. After that you guys found out and that was a tinsy bit inconvenient."
"Are joking?" Harry snorted "You showed up on my doorstep wasted as all buggery and slept on my couch for the next week and a bit. Worse than that, I'm pretty sure that you were completely smashed for the whole visit. Ginny was furious."
"That woman was furious about everything." Gabe waved a dismissing hand "She was so not your type."
"Ginny was your wife, right?" Dean asked.
"Yep." Gabriel answered for him. "She was so angsty and serious. She didn't even know Harry was the Master of Death until he died that one time."
"Yeah." Harry gave a laugh "That was pretty funny, Death was pretty pissed off until we saw the shock on everyone's faces then it was just hilarious." Harry smiled at the memory, then, abruptly he stopped smiling and turned to everyone else at the table. "That's it." He starred widely. "That's how we contact Death."
"Feel free to fill us in any time there Skippy." Dean drawled as he looked at the excited Wizard.
"We kill me." Harry beamed at them. "That is probably the weirdest thing I have ever said with a smile, but it's okay because it will work."
"Harry, are you aware of just how insane you sound right now?" Gabriel spoke with concern evident in his features.
"Yes." Harry continued. "But you see there is this tradition that goes way back that Death always reaps the soul of anyone he believes to have done great in their life and the soul of his master personally. There is absolutely no way for Lucifer to know whether he is just reaping some random soul or mine. It will give me the chance I need to actually talk to him."
"That's actually ingenious." Sam smiled, glad that they had finally gotten a break through.
"But would that not leave you dead or soulless?" Castiel asked.
"I am willing to take that sacrifice for the rest of the team. People need saving." Harry sobered quickly, placing a hand on his chest. "Just tell Ginny that I love her and I never meant for her to have to remarry a guy her own age. Also tell my friends I am happy that they are happy and I want them to name their first born after me."
"I'll do it." Gabriel put his hand on Harry's shoulder "I'll also tell Ginny that it's all her fault and you want the rest of your stuff back before the funeral. And yes Ron and Hermione will most definitely change little Rose's name to Harry James, if they don't I shall smite them with my grace and I am sure that Castiel here will help me."
"Thank you Gabe."
"Now," Gabriel choked slightly on his words. "Can we just have a moment of silence to honour Harry's selfless sacrifice." Both men bowed their heads and not knowing what else to do the other looked to each other for guidance. They couldn't sacrifice someone else could they?
That's when they heard it. The maniacal giggling coming from where Gabriel was sitting and they all managed to whip their heads around in time see Harry slap him across the back of the head, saying "Jesus Gabe, you ruined it."
"Yeah, but the look on your face." The archangel chocked out between giggles before turning to the rest of the group. "Harry can't stay dead. It's like the only thing he can't do."
"What you just nap or something?" Dean asked.
"Pretty much." Harry shrugged. "So who's going to kill me?" everyone stopped, none of them willing to volunteer to kill the guy who was supposed to help save the world. Harry just stared back, his mind going a million miles an hour on how to get someone to kill him. Needless to say his mind quickly drifted to thoughts of the Weasley twins, people had wanted to kill them many times, and it was with that in mind that Harry came up with a plan.
Admittedly it wasn't his best idea, but as he stood from the table and headed towards the exit of the house he was certain that it would be an effective idea, and that was what counted. So he went out the front door, down the front steps, only vaguely aware of everybody following him. This was going to be painful, that much he could guarantee but hey, all of his plans were.
So, it was while the others stood on the porch watching him as though he had become unglued, that he approached the pretty black Impala. Before following through with his plan he looked over at Gabriel, silently conveying exactly what he needed to be done and the angel nodded his understanding.
With that done Harry turned to the car, raised his wand and uttered a couple quick spells that were drowned out by Deans anguished cry as the whole car turned a hideous, bright shade of hot pink, the seats became a fluffy purple and the wheel became a crappy looking silver chain like thing.
"What have you done?" Dean put his hands in his hair pulling slightly.
"Do you like it?" Harry turned and smiled pleasantly. "I hope you do because it is about as permanent as it gets, not even I can undo it."
It was at this exact moment that Gabriel conjured a gun and stepped forward, holding it so that the handle just penetrated Dean's line of sight. Luckily that was all the eldest Winchester needed as he snatched the gun, aimed and fired all in the space of a couple seconds.
Harry was dead before he hit the ground. Perfect.
Harry stood above his own body and cringed at the bloody mess he was in, gross. That was going to be hell to clean up. Thank god he had dressed and then put on his glasses, now he could actually see, it was evident that he was not wearing the clean shirt he had thought he put on, whoops.
With a tired sigh he turned to see everyone looking at Dean in horror whilst Dean starred at his car in what appeared to be physical pain. Oh well, Harry knew he could fix it as soon as he got back. He just had to wait for Death to come over.
As if on cue he heard the "Lovely plan Harry, it's going to take forever to get all that blood of the car but lovely never the less."
"It's a pleasure to see you again sir." Harry gave Death a happy smile.
"I take it you want my ring do."
"That is correct."
"Well I can't really say 'No' can I?"
"Of course you can." Harry waved a dismissing hand. "It would simply make life a hell of a lot easier if you said: 'Of course you can take the ring Harry, don't forget to visit that tiny little middle of nowhere fast food joint after getting rid of Lucifer, the food there is great.' Maybe with an added bad pun, but I you really want you can say no and we'll just have to figure out something else."
"Well you know how much I despise being bound to others."
"Yeah, sorry."
"But being bound to him is infuriating. He is a petulant, spoilt child throwing a word wide tantrum and dragging me down with him. I want him gone, if anyone needs to be my master I would much prefer it to be someone who knows their place."
"Someone like me?" the wizard asked with a hopeful smile.
"You'll do, I suppose." He drawled out as he twisted the ring off of his finger and placed it on the roof of the still pink impala before turning to leave.
"Oh and Harry." He stopped and turned back to face the younger man with a small smile playing across his lips. "Once the threat of Lucifer has been subdued I do believe you should visit this small pizza parlour in Chicago. It's to die for." With that said Death disappeared completely and Harry felt the too familiar tug that said: 'Get back in yo body, yo gotta go live now.' So he did just that.
Harry snapped back to consciousness, the way a rubber band snaps into shape, and sat up breathing heavily. That whole coming back to life thing was always a bit of a rush.
"You okay Harry?" Gabriel called out from where he was lounging across the railing of the porch.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Awesome." Dean muttered as he raised the gun again and Harry whipped out his wand hurriedly turning the car back to normal while Sam desperately tried to talk Dean out of re-shooting the dark haired man.
"See?" Harry said as the slowly walked around to the driver's side of the car. "Completely back to normal. You can even come and check for yourself."
"Did death give you his ring?" Castiel asked with a slight edge to his voice and instead of replying Harry simply snatched the ring from the top of the car and held it up triumphantly.
"This plan might just work." Sam said with a smile.
"I wouldn't put money on it Samsquatch." Gabriel muttered only to be pushed off the railing by a still smiling Winchester.