Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
"You sure know how to make a woman feel good about taking her clothes off."
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"What do you mean something is doing it for him?" I asked.
"The old man I saw on stage," Dean replied. "I didn't want to believe it, but deep down I knew it."
"Knew what?" Sam asked.
Dean placed his hands on the table, leaning forward. "There's only one thing that can give and take life like that. We're dealing with a Reaper."
After doing some more research, we were back to questioning what the hell was going on.
"You really think it's the Grim Reaper. Like angel of death?" Sam asked as Dean held papers about Reaper lore in his hands. "Collect your soul? The whole deal?"
Dean sat down, shaking his head. "No, no. Not the Reaper. A Reaper. There's Reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth. A hundred different names. It's possible that there's more than one of them."
"But you said you saw a dude in a suit?" I asked.
"What, Red, you think he should be working the whole black robe thing?" Dean asked. "You both said that the clock stopped, right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they're coming at you, which is why I saw it and you two didn't."
"Maybe," Sam mumbled.
"There's nothing else it could be, Sam," Dean snapped. "Question is, how is Roy controlling the damn thing."
"That cross," Sam muttered. "There was this cross. I saw it in the church tent. I knew I had seen it before." He rifled through a deck of cards. He held one out.
"A tarot?" Dean asked, taking the card with a skeleton priest on it with a cross embedded in a circle before him.
"It makes sense. I mean, tarot dates back to the early Christian era when some priests were still using magic, some of them veered into the dark stuff. Necromancy, how to push death away, how to cause it."
"Sounds like they were fun to be around," I sighed.
"So Roy is using black magic to bind the Reaper?" Dean asked.
"If he is, he's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white," Sam replied.
Dean stood, moving to lean against the counter. "Okay, then we stop Roy."
