Reborn was positive that he was dead, but that didn't explain his surroundings.
He opened his eyes to see the ceiling of the Vongola mansion. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, judging by the light outside, at least three hours.
"Ah, you've finally decided to get up. Usually it doesn't take that long for the new ones to get up."
He whipped his head around to glare at the person who was sitting in a chair off to the side. "Who are you?"
"Most call me Death."
His eyes widened before he sighed, "So I am dead."
"Yes, you seem to be accepting it pretty well though."
"In my line of work, you need to."
"Ah, yes, your work as a hitman. I must say, I admire your abilities. In fact, that's why I'm here." Death said, motioning to a chair that was set up across from him, "take a seat."
He stood and took a seat across from the entity. They stood tall, not his height of 6'2", but the presence made them seem to tower over him. They had a black suit on and looked to be male, but Death had no gender. "How should I address you?"
"Just call me Death."
Reborn nodded, "So, why am I here?"
"I have a proposition for you. From our records of you, you have a one hundred percent success rate on your missions." Death said, looking through a file that had suddenly appeared, "You can choose between two things; be sent to Hell and be turned into a demon after years of torture, or, be reborn in a different universe with all your memories and powers intact but do a few jobs for me while you are in the universe. If you choose the second you will have to deal with the path laid out for you by angels and demons, deal with years of suffering, and eventually find peace, but you will be rewarded for the missions you complete for me. By choosing the second, you will reserve a place in heaven for yourself. But, by choosing the second, you will suffer things worse than hell at times. At other times, you will wish yourself dead. Choose carefully."
Reborn frowned; on one hand, he would be getting out of Hell, on the other, it seemed that his new life would be worse than that.
Then again...
"I'll choose the second option. Even if I must go through hardship and struggle, it wouldn't be heaven if I didn't work for it."
Death nodded, "If that is your decision then I shall make it so. You will be the only one in that universe to access any type of flame. Your past will be locked within your soul from others until you wish to tell them. I wish you luck, Renato Angelo."
Reborn blinked, "It's been a while since I've heard that name."
"Yes, Trident Shamal was the last to hear of it but soon everyone in your universe will know of it. Pity that you were killed though."
"Any hint as to what my new name will be?" Reborn asked, looking over at Death.
Death smiled, "Indeed. Your new name will be Dean Winchester." He leaned over and placed a finger to Reborn's forehead, "Good luck."