A/N- Remember Collin the reaper and his association to Bobby in a previous chapter? He's back.

Collin had reaped every sort of human there was. Royalty, dictators, presidents, holy men, martyrs, the famous and infamous. He had the distinction of reaping Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun, now that was a real feather in his cap. Every reaper was in line for those two.

The job was to be done with little fanfare, you get the soul from point A to point B, whatever point B was for that person, Heaven, Hell or Purgatory. The earthbound were the most frustrating, the souls who wandered around their little piece of the planet, wailing out of pain or anger from a life cut too short. Then there were the souls who just couldn't let go of something or someone. Collin had experienced countless humans begging him for one more chance or lashing out. It was the ones who accepted their fate who had an easy transition.

He found the rituals surrounding death fascinating. There were as many traditions regarding death and dying as there were stars in the sky, each one unique and meaningful to the humans preforming them.

Collin reaped James Brooke the night of the hunter's murder which led him to Singer Salvage to observe the aftermath. Women were outside putting up tents and building a campfire. They'd all decided to stay and keep watch over Bobby until his boys got home.

The warrior they called Val, was inside encouraging the broken man to eat in order to help counteract all the alcohol he'd consumed so far. Bobby was at his desk with one arm curled around the urn that held his beloved and a hand gripped the neck of a near empty whiskey bottle. The hunter stared off into space with red, puffy eyes even though he hadn't shed a single tear. The man was strong and wouldn't allow himself the luxury of tears in front of the women. There would be time for tears in privacy.

Collin stood behind the man's desk chair, out of sight. The grief rolled off the man in waves and the reaper could see it clearly. The mix of dark, murky colors were punctuated by flashes of light representing the happy memories of his time with Jamie. The light of those memories wouldn't win out, not yet at least. For some people the light never came back.

They had a history together. Collin was sent to reap little Bobby who was seemingly on his deathbed but the child had such a strong will to live, the reaper did a wait and see. Bobby pulled through that beating his father gave him by sheer resolve to not give his tormenter the satisfaction of dying. That made him special in the reapers eyes and his fondness for Bobby Singer never waned.

….

The only thing on Sam's mind besides his brother's pretty vagina, was getting back home, seeing Bobby and sleeping in a warm, safe place. Everything that had happened really hit him on the drive back and he felt bone weary. Sam hoped there was a pot of his uncle's famous chili keeping warm on the stove and homemade corn bread with honey and butter. His gut rumbled loud enough for Dean to hear and his brother reached over and caressed his flat belly.

"Hang in there, doll. We'll be home in five minutes tops."

"Then I have to tell you both about Jamie…"

When they pulled into the drive, they saw the tents and the campfire and Dean knew there would be nothing to tell because Bobby already knew.

Val met them at the car, looking sad and tired. She hugged the boys even though they didn't know each other well. Val was vertically challenged and had to crane her neck to look up at them.

"I'm so glad your both home, Bobby really needs you now. I-I don't know how to tell you this expect straight out, Jamie is dead."

Dean bowed his head and put an arm around his brother. Sam had tears flowing almost instantly.

"I would have let Bobby tell you but he's," she waved a hand in the air, "off in his own world right now. He's pretty drunk and won't eat, he told me to leave him alone. Maybe he'll see you."

Sam had a hard time believing someone who was such a skilled hunter was dead. He thought maybe she was mistaken.

"Are you sure it was Jamie? Who found him and identified the body? It's gotta be a mistake."

The woman shook her head sadly, "Its Jamie. He was at a crossroads bar just sitting in the El Camino and some fucker shot him in the head. This was no hunting accident. I'm so sorry, I love him too. Jamie wasn't just a business partner; he was like a little brother to me." She placed her hand against Sam's flushed cheek, "I'm so happy you're ok, Sam."

….

Bobby rubbed his thumb across the stone in the silver ring he'd given Jamie at Christmas. It didn't fit his big fingers and he thought of his omega's long, slender hands and that got him private crying all over again. It was an engagement ring of sorts though it didn't look anything like one but that didn't matter because they knew what it meant.

"I want you back, goddamn it…I swear if I can find a way darlin', I'll do it…I love you…I didn't say that enough…If I could have you back, I'd say it a thousand times…"

He heard the voices of Sam and Dean right outside the door so he dried his tears and put the ring in his pocket then got up and waited. Sam opened the door a crack and peered in, not sure of what he'd find. Bobby opened it the rest of the way and waved his boys inside. Sam practically knocked him off his feet from the force of the hug he gave him. Sam was never afraid to cry and he bawled so hard he got the hiccups.

…

Collin watched the reunion between Bobby and his boys and if the reaper had a mind to or ability to shed tears, he just might have. They all embraced and this was no clap on the back man hug. He could see the change in the oppressive, muddy mix of colors surrounding Bobby as they combined with the auras of the brothers. The healing colors were bold and bright and beat back the darkness.

It was beautiful moments such as this that kept the reapers faith in humanity going.

….

The women stayed on a few more days. They felt protective toward Bobby, Sam and Dean because Jamie loved the three of them so much.

The night before the women left, Halona led a ritual to honor Jamie. She used a combination of cultures including her own, that of sisterhood and the omega. At one point they passed a bowl of fragrant, smoldering herbs that had the brothers feeling no pain. It was better than the best weed. The night wound down with all of them sharing stories about Jamie and there were tears but also laughter.

Sam and Dean slipped away to Dean's room, their room, and both got under the covers. They were high and giggly and their kisses were wet and sloppy. Dean's heat had stopped after that night at the motel and he had no constraints. He swung a leg over his brother's slim hips and rode Sam slowly, savoring ever inch.

Sam looked up at Dean with awe and he feel so special knowing this exquisite creature, his blood, loved him so deeply. There was no knotting involved because the alpha and omega's bodies just knew there was no need for it even if Sam and Dean didn't.

If Collin hadn't left, he would have witnessed the alpha and omega's fresh new, unified colors of blossom pink, sunny yellow, summer blue and springtime green. The colors of happiness and change.

TBC

A/N- I'll be out of commission come mid-September for at least a month. Never fear, my stories never go unfinished and there is a big change coming up for Sam and Dean that will alter their lives and the course of the story.