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Sam and Dean are sitting in the car, it's night and the boys are eating some Chinese take out. It smells of garlic chicken, egg rolls and steamed rice.
With them is Castiel who is in the back of the car. They’re on an empty high way. They have just finished a hunt and they're a taking a break while in the car. They're in Georgia and it's long way back from the bunker.
Now they're looking at a new possible case. They’re reading it in the newspaper. A local neighbor nearly dried due to intense heat, houses destroyed and for some really strange reason things got bizarrely disoriented. Houses, trees, cars and street lights look like they've been stretched. Another detail is all the residents heard drums.
"What the hell." Dean mumbles as he sips his soda.
Sam is close to him reading the newspaper. "You think it's a trickster?"
"Probably. Cas, what do yo think?” The angel leans forward and reads through the paper. He nods and says. "Probably a trickster..all though this does look like..this is a little familiar for some reason."
"Well familiar or not we just gotta get it’s name, get it to us and gank it. Sammy make sure we have more wooden stakes and we can get this done tomorrow" Sam nods and Dean is about to go back to eating until he spots something. He rolls down his window to get a better look and he grins. "Well will you look at that. Five dollars." On the road is a crumpled up 5 dollar bill. Dean unlocks the car and starts to get out. "Must be my lucky day."
He gets out of the car and starts to walk in the road. Sam gets out and leans against the car. He just needs some fresh air. "You know you should really look both ways before walking in the street." Dean rolls his eyes. "Sammy, road’s empty."
Dean picks up the dollar bill and grins. "Ah good old Abraham Lincoln." He says.
"It's five dollars, dude. It's not life changing." Sam says.
"Listen Sammy, money is money."
Dean is about to walk back over to Sam, but he smirks. "Oh let me look both ways." He says. Dean looks to his right and sees nothing. "Looks like we're all-" A car horn goes off and Dean’s eyes get wide. He sees a speeding car coming his way. Before Dean could even move out the way, he gets hit.
He goes up in the air and lands hard on the ground. His bones crack and he starts to bleed from his ears, head and mouth. He lays there unresponsive. Sam and Castiel look in horror. "D-Dean! Dean!" Sam rushes over to his brother, but as soon he gets close he sees a bright light. It's headlights to a car.
The car speeds towards him and in a few seconds everything goes black for Sam.
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The next time Sam wakes up he feels he's sitting on something soft. He slowly opens his eyes and looks around. "What the?" He's in some type of grey room. It almost looks like an office space. He looks next to him and he sees Dean sitting in a cushion chair. Unlike a few seconds ago he doesn't have any bruises on him anymore.
"Dean, Dean. Wake up." Sam says while shaking Dean.
"Huh? What? Where are we?" He says while looking around.
"I don't know, but the last thing I remember is-"
"Both you not looking both ways before you crossing the street." A deep voice says. It startles the two brothers and they look in front of them. They see someone that wasn't there a few seconds ago and they also see a desk. The person sitting in front of them is a bit strange.
He's a young man in a black, short sleeve button up a shirt. It's open a little, exposing a heart shaped tattoo. He also has a tattoo on his hands and arms.
He has raven hair and a bit of a stumble. His eyes are golden.
"Sam and Dean Winchester...I can't really say it's nice to meet you."
"Can't say the same to you either, pal. Now where are we? Your college dorm?" The young man raises a brow. "So the rumors are right."
"What rumors?" Dean question.
"That you're not the brightest crayon in the box." He says and Dean gets annoyed. "Just tell us where we are and why we’re here." The person sighs. "You came here by accident."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you guys died." He says. Sam and Dean look a little surprised, but then Dean shrugs. "Nothing new."
"Yes, I’m aware of that. Let's take a look at your files." The young man opens the drawer to the desk and takes out a laptop. He logins in and starts going through millions and millions of files.
"I see that you guys upgraded." Dean says with a bit of a joking tone.
"Yes, it's bit more easier now. Let's see..Winchesters..winchesters..so many Winchesters. Oh right hold on, I placed you guys under a special file.
"Really?" Sam ask and the man nods.
"The file is called, God's most fucking annoying assholes he's created." He says flatly.
"I'm guessing he's not a fan of us." Dean whispers to Sam, but the young man hears them. "No I'm not." He clicks open the file and starts to read through it. "Now let's review. You guys started the apocalypse."
"But we did stop it." Dean says.
"Yes, but the damage from it was extremely bad. Thousands of people died."
Sam and Dean start look a little guilty after he said that and the man reads some more. "Dean you died, but came back due to one of god's angels. Sam you died from a wish, but was bought back and died being from stabbed, but your brother sacrificed his soul to save you. Dean you have died over 100 times in one place. You were reconstructed by one of the most dickish angels in heaven. Your deaths have caused a lot of unbalanced things to happen. When a person cheats their deaths too many times things are disturbed, other souls have to take your place. Frankly I'm tired of you two always screwing up the natural order. So I'm going to put a stop to that."
"Woah, wait, Listen I know you're pissed off from all the shit we’ve caused, but we gotta be alive." Sam says.
"Oh please don't sound so self righteous like your god's chosen savers. You two are the main reason why stupid shit happens and people suffer. And I don't know why you guys keep getting chance after chance, but no more. It ends now."
He shuts off the laptop and puts it back in his desk.
"Look MCR where's your bosses? Your higher ups should know by now that we're important to keep us alive." Dean says.
The young man looks at him with question before smirking. He gets up and goes over to something that's leaning against the corner wall. It's a sheath sword.
"Well here's the thing. I am the boss." He grabs the sword and Sam notices a tattoo on his knuckles. It spells the word Death. "Wait..you're Death?" Sam ask.
"Yes. But I go by Law."
"But..but we killed-"
"Killed that old bag of bones? Yes you did. So I took his place. And no I'm not some reaper who was just got regularly promoted, I am the new death. Death and I had agreement. If anything were to happen to him, then I would officially take his place and have his power."
"Well..why did he choose you?" Dean ask.
"I've been a very close and loyal follower of him." Law says simply. "I've been his apprentice since the dark ages."
"You were mortal?"
Law nods and Sam looks to his sword. "I'm guessing that's your scythe.” Law nods again. "Yes, just gave it a better look.”
"Oh great so death is an emo nerd." Dean says snd Law glares at him. "I'm going to enjoy this." He says while pulling out the sword.
"Wait!" Sam says. "We do tend to cheat a lot when it comes to death, but please. We need to be alive. Or at least let us do one more job to save some people. Please."
Law rolls his eyes. "What werewolf hunting? I'm sure some other hunters can take care of it."
"No, uh..it might be more dangerous than that. We think it's some type of trickster. He nearly put a neighborhood on fire, did some stuff to the environment..like stretch everything out. In the report people claim to hear drum sounds."
Law pauses as he listens. "What? Are..are you sure?"
Sam nods and Law thinks.
Can it be him? After centuries? He needs to know. He desperately wants to know. Law puts down his sword and goes back to his chair. "I really don't want to do this..but if you get this individual for me, then I'll let you two off the hook for now. I want to talk to him."
Sam and Dean look a little confused. "Why?"
"None of your business. Either do it or I'm not sending you two back."
They both nod and Law snaps his fingers. In a second they're gone. They should return back to their bodies with no injuries. Law sighs and starts to think back a long time ago.
"I hope he actually still wants to see me." He mumbles.