Good day loves! Did you miss me? I know you did lol so on this coming chapter I'm going to try my hardest do write it in another point of view (AKA Dean's) so let's see how it goes.

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Her beauty appeared; my life was at threat.

I've seen her before at times of regret.

Moments of sin are living with death.

The Reaper's Queen waits for my last breath.

In shadows, she waits and welcomes the night

To attract lost souls, who wonder what's right.

A very dull future for her colorful lights.

Her fire, itself, will make the hells ignite.

I can try to hide, but she's already there.

Shout final thoughts, when she took my last prayers.

So one last breath, hold on to the air,

I'll forever be dying, as the Reaper's Queen stares.

RECAP:

I turn to start giving orders to Crixus but was stopped by a hand tightly grasping my shoulder and turning me around. Bad move. I feel the earth beneath my feet rumble as Crixus steps forward a shoves the stupid ass Winchester brother into a tree. HARD. He goes to attack again but I put my hand on his bulging bicep "Enough, go get the others and assemble a meeting in the court room." We share another long glance then he bows with respect and turns and leaves to do as I asked. I turn back to see the older male hunter and Sam helping Dean up as he clutches his chest in pain. John pointy glares at me them shifts his eyes at Dean them me again and clears his throat. "Ugh fine! You know it was is own damned fault." A wave my hand in dean's direction and he stops clutching his chest shrugs it off and stands up straight. "Who are you?" the soft voice of the female hunter asks I chuckle and lifted my head high and flash my eyes gold

"Mortem. Zenobia Mortem"

PLACE: Old cowboy's cemetery in Wyoming

TIME: Just were we left off.

Zenobia's POV

"wait Mortem as in death…. Your last name is dealth!" Dean ask's incredilusly

"No you idiot my last name is Mortem-"

"But Mortem in English means death sweet cheeks." He boasts smugly

"You know for someone who only has three hours left with his father you should be less concerned with what my name means sweetie"

I turn and start making my way to the still open portal that Crixus just went through when John starts to call my name.

"What is it now!" I huff he looks down at his feet and replies sheepishly "how will I know when my time is up?" sigh I guess I cant get mad at that question. I turn completely around so that I'm facing him and the rest of the Justice League and motion for him to give me his arm; he complies and stretches it out to me. I place my cold palm on his muscular for arm and flash my eyes a chilling Gold. John grunts in pain and clutches his arm. Dean and Sam as if they were a threat to my existence step forward in a position to attack but are stopped by Johns declaration that he's fine. Dean (obviously) does not take heed to his fathers word and for like the fucking fifth time today points that damn gun in my direction.

"What did you do to him!"? Sam barks

"Look and see idiot." I snap and cross my arms over my chest unknowingly pushing my C-cup breast up causing Dean to look at them and give me a gorgeous smile … but still perverted no less. I stare at him for what seems like hours taking note of the sudden shadow around his soul. The same type of shadow that is present only on a soul that's marked for hell, the shadow let's us know where to take the soul and it seems like in this case it's a trip to the pit. To any other Reaper you usually don't see the showdow until that particular person only has one year left… As Sam and the older male hunter help John up, they all crowd around and start to observe the timer tattooed on John's for arm as it continues to count down to the three hour deadline. "Well now you know, have fun boys times a wasting!" I turn and walk through the portal before any more dumbass questions can be thrown my way. The moment I arrive in my office a frantic Tessa launches at me with a great big bear hug, checking me over for any injuries and asking if I'm alright to which I just gently shove her away and reply that I'm fine.

"God I was so worried, Alex told me what happened. Are you ok you prom-"

"I'm fine mother relax, everything went according to plan. You worry to much."

"And John Winchester?"

"Spending his remaining time with his boys I guess." I give an uncaring shrug

"What happens if the Demons find out what you did?" she fearfully asks

"The only one who would care is Meg!" I wave her off and get up to walk over to my always well stocked bar.

"How can you be that old but say something that naive! Azazel was the head honcho, one of Lucifer's favored Demons! You think the only one whose gonna' care about his death is his psychotic daughter" Tessa wails

"no one is gonna care because it was gonna happen anyway." I calmly pour whisky in a glass

"The hell are you talking about ho-"

"Lilith was released from the gates." She gasps as I interrupt what I'm sure what have been a ten minute speech about me not always knowing everything. "You saw her." We both turn our heads to look at the arrival of both Alex and Crixus. I nod firmly and shoot back my head as the burning liquid runs down my throat I grab the bottle and walk over to my chair behind my desk and turn to look Alex in the eyes and see them filled with apprehension and to my surprise a hint of fear. Everyone gathers around with their respective drinks from the well stocked bar to sit and ponder what we all know is surly to come.

"How long" Tessa whispers clutching her glass of red wine tightly

"She can't do anything without the first seal being broken that could take years," Alex calmly states sipping his Scotch. I chuckle and pour me another round

"A little over a year actually." All eyes filling with disbelief and anger immediately snap over to me. "How do you know." The deep baritone voice of Crixus asks me causing me to laugh ounce again.

"I've seen the so called 'righteous soul' that's supposed to break the first seal." A chorus of 'who's immediately graces my ears to which I turn and look at the portrait of my father and ruefully reply

"Dean Winchester."

DEAN'S POV

Silence.

That's all you hear in the small dusty motel room 20 minuets away from the cemetery that started this whole thing.

Silence

Not one word is said, but I can tell by the bitch face Sammy is sporting that statement is about to become untrue in a matter of seconds.

"you gonna tell us what the hell that was back there or are we just gonna continue to listen to each other breathe?"

Yup I was right, here goes the never-ending grudge match between none other than my Father and my baby brother.

""That was us ALL avenging your mothers death." Dad says simply with out a care in the world as if what just happened 30 minuets ago was the most ordinary shit on the planet.

"And I guess your not going to say anything about this new obsession of yours huh?" I finally decide to put my two cents in. all eyes look to me with curious glances.

""

"Your obsession with making deals with demons!" He knows damn well what I'm talking about. He gives a tired sigh and drinks some more beer before replying agitatedly

"She's not a Demon. And for the last time I'm a father I have the right to trade my life for my son's" he gets up from the table and goes to sit on the couch.

"Yea well then what the hell is she?" Sammy once aging with asking the golden questions

"She's a Reaper." He says calmly as if that's makes a lick of sense.

"Bobby what the hell is he talking about? How is that even possible for us to have even seen her let alone for him to make a deal with her." I ask looking to the trucker hat wearing man who's been like a second father to Sammy and me practically all our lives, knowing that he'll give us a straight answer.

"I've heard stories of some Reapers high up in heirchy being able to materialize their form to both alive and dying people." He shrugs but before me or Sam could say anything he continues "but I ain't never heard of no Reaper making deals."

"Reapers have a Hierchy?" I inquire

"Well yeah somebody gotta keep 'em in check so that don't go rouge, she must be pretty high up there to be able to pull your old man out." He mumbles the last part

We all look to my dad who just seems to be looking down at his arm where the alarm clock of doom is counting down the time till the hot reaper chick comes to pick him up.

"John…what did you get your self into?" the gruff voice of Ellen commands reminding us that she still was here. When she gets no reply she call his name louder and more forcefully. "JOHN!" he snaps his head to us, gives a great sigh.

"You might wanna sit down."

Zenobia's POV

"What do you mean Dean Winchester." Tessa says his name with disgust; I guess she's still irritated about the whole Azazel taking over her body thing. I sigh "think about it Tessa their whole plans are quite obvious really, they wish to jump start the apocalypse with their father gone, and Dean down in hell there's really no one left to try and persuade Sam to fight those dark urges" Alex voices the theory that been running through my mind "we must prepare for the up and coming onslaught." I stand and go over to refill my empty glass with something that hopefully will be a lot stronger. "And how exactly do we do that?" Crixus deep voice filled with curiosity rumbles out.

"We start recruiting, anyone with a good heart and sound mind gets the deal not just wronged souls anymore. Anyone who we deem as worthy and responsible, no one with criminal records or shifty past, I want unwavering loyalty. The more Reapers the more help we'll have with the amount of souls that is sure to come especially since the devils gate has been opened." I gracefully sit back down much straighter that I had the first time my head held high with my chin stuck out. I look at the faces of my dearest and closet friends who all look to me with unbreakable pride. "Before any recruitments are done there will be a coronation in two days time-" "but why would we need that?" Tessa inquires. I turn to stare at the portrait of my Father. And an instant unknown feeling takes over my body as if his thoughts and words are being poured into my brain and coming out of my mouth.

"Because troubling times are coming for all of us if what the Demons have planed is actually going to happen. If I am to carry us through this I can no longer just lead as my Father's Princess I must rule as the Reapers Queen." I look Alex in the eye "make the arrangements for the coronation tell everyone that attendance is crucial and not up for debate." Alex gives me a gracious bow and leaves the room to do as I ask. Tessa and Crixus leave right after to get started on the recruitments and I turn back to look at my Father face and in the first time in my life fear and doubt racks through my body. What on God's earth did I just do?

"Oh shit."

Third person POV

There's nothing but silence that surrounds the five seasoned hunters. Each being plagued by there own individual thoughts on what they've just been told by John. But the main thought on everyone's mind is exactly how powerful is this Zenobia Mortem is and should they be scared.

"You know if I had three hours left to live I'd probably rob a bank, buy out a strip club… anything better than just sitting in one of the most disgusting hotels I've ever seen drinking cheap bear and whisky." The sultry smug voice of the women that just seconds ago plagued everyone's mind scarring the five skillful hunters and causing them to draw their weapons and turn to the brunette beauty calmly leaning against the wall. She gives them all a breath taking smile "Hi" she waves her hand in a mock salute and pushes past the youngest Winchester to grab a seat and put her expensively high heeled boots on their hotel coffee table. The four hunters still not sure whether they can trust her or not still remain standing with their guns at their sides staring down at the mysterious Woman. "How'd you get in here." The deep gruff voice of the oldest Winchester brother booms through the sketchy motel room causing Zenobia to chuckle and cock her head to the side.

"For someone who's seem me bring his dead father back from Hell and give him the appearance of a living person, you're really asking me that question with a straight face?"

All eyes turn to Dean to see his face slightly redden with embarrassment but then quickly vanish to a cold hard expression ounce again. Zenobia looks down still seeing the guns gripped tightly in all the hunters hands and rolls her eyes, with a wave of her hand each and every weapon on in the room is securely stuck on the high sealing.

"Let's make something very clear none of those little nick knacks could've done anything to me other than royally piss me off, so with that being said for the remainder of this little pow wow were having, those cute little toys of yours are going to stay up there a-"

"And if I were to reach up and take them down?" the curious but smug voice of one Sam Winchester asks causing the dark haired woman to show a wicked dark smile filled and with false sweetness and instantly putting everyone on edge "Let's just say ill be wearing you ribcage as a head piece before your freakishly long body can even get the chance to stand up to reach for your weapon." Dropping the smile and flashing her eye a chilling bright gold, every hunter instantly finding themselves planted in a chair with know strength to get up. "Alright what do you want!? You said three hours!" Dean Roars still struggling to remove himself from the chair. His statement instantly bring Zenobia into a fit of infectious laughter, "Oh please like he's really gonna do a lot with what like twenty minuets left-" more chuckles "I've came here to make sure all of you know that after tonight you are never to speak my name nor try to contact me." she fixes them all with a firm glare "what scared the REAL boss is gonna show up and your gonna get in trouble." the smug voice of Samuel Winchester graces her hears causing the Reaper to go into another round of hair rising laughter

"Damn if I knew you hairless monkeys were this damn entertaining I would have done something like this centuries ago-"

"Something like what?"

"Like grace your meek mundane lives with my presence. There is no one above me there are only those below, underlings such as yourselves." Her voice growing darker by the second

"What makes you so special." The voice of Bobby Singer for the first time since the dark haired beauty showed up gives the question that everyone wants answered.

"What makes me so special?" a dark chuckle leaves her plump red lips "that's for me to know and for you to keep your damn mouths shut and not try to find out, because if I hear one word about any of your sticking your head in doors that you don't belong in Papi Chulo over here wont be getting the happy ever afterlife that we agreed upon." She declares chucking her head to the side in the direction of the very silent John Winchester.

" Wait what deal?" Dean questions

"On the requirement that with John's help that yellow eyed son of a bitch dies I put him under my protection and allow him to search for your dearly beloved mother wherever her soul may preside."

"Why would he need your protection?"

"BECAUSE YOU JUST KILLED AZAZEL!" the frustrated voice of the Reaper Queen shouts somewhat frightening everyone in the room "the very name of Winchester has been a thorn is their Asses since you two degenerate bastards were born! There not gonna just leave you alone, especially since they now know how to break you."

"And how do they break us?"

"Simple take away and do unspeakable things to any person you call family."

AN/ I know I'm late and it took me freaking forever to update but rest assured I'm back and already working on the next chapter and it will be posted on 3/10/15 if I get at least 15 Reviews! So work with me people and I can work with you! Love you guys hope you liked it!

P.S. I know that there might be grammer mistakes but I just wanted to hurry and post this chapter because it's been so late.