Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Mind Your Manners With Death

I was next to Cas helping him and Bobby load my truck for theirs, Sam and Brit's trip while Brit was with Sam and Dean loading the Impala for mine, Dean and Crowley's trip. I could feel Cas was off about something and Bobby could feel it too.

"What's your problem?" Bobby asked.

"This is what they mean by the eleventh hour, right?"

"Yea, pretty much" I told him and put a hand on my hip.

"Well, it's the eleventh hour and I am useless. All I have is this" he said, gesturing to the shotgun in his hand. "What am I even supposed to do with it?"

"Point it and shoot?" Bobby said like it was completely obvious...and it may have been to us, but not to Cas.

"What I used to be..." Cas sighed.

"You're really going to bitch to me?" Bobby snapped, slightly. "Quit pining through the varsity years and load the damn truck" he said and rolled off.

I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help but laugh a little as I patted Cas on the back and he followed me over to the guys and Brit.

Brit, Sam, Dean and I all faced each other. "Alright, well...good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse" Dean said to them.

"Yea...good luck killing Death" Sam said to us.

"Yea..."

"Remember when we used to just hunt wendigos...how simple things were?" I questioned.

"Kind of..." Sam and Brit chuckled humorlessly.

"Not really" Dean said.

"Yea, me either" I sighed.

"Well...you might need this" Brit said, going to hand me the knife.

"Keep it. Dean and Melissa are covered" Crowley said as he appeared, holding some kind of hook-knife. "It's a death zone. Kills demons and angels and reapers...and rumor has it, the very thing itself"

"How did you get that?" Cas demanded.

"Hello? King of crossroads. So? Shall we?" he looked at all of us and his eyes landed on Bobby. "Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"

"No, I'm gonna river dance" he narrowed his eyes.

"Well I suppose if you wanna impress the ladies..." he gestured to us. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby...you really wasted that crossroads deal. In fact, you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took liberty of adding sub-A-clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist...so are you just gonna sit there?" he repeated.

We all just stared at Bobby anxiously and I saw how his foot twitched as he moved them slowly and then stood fast to his feet as we all stared in astonishment, I felt a smile creep to my face.

"Son of a bitch" he said, in shock.

"Yes I know, completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy" Crowley said.

"Thanks" he breathed out.

"This is getting emotional. Can we go?" he looked at me and Dean.

I handed Brit the keys. "Take care of her" I pointed my finger at her, Sam, Bobby and then Cas.

"You know we will" Brit said and I smiled at her before I walked to the Impala with Dean and Crowley.

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So, Crowley led us to a big abandoned building and apparently there were a bunch of reapers around but when he popped on inside, Death wasn't around so then he instructed us to head to Chicago...and Death was there. He was sitting in a restaurant, doing God knows what...or does he? Ya know what, that concept isn't important right now because at this very moment, Dean and I were heading in through the back door of the restaurant while Crowley ditched us to some place else. We snuck in carefully and cautiously as the smell of death filled my nose and I got slight chills when we looked around and saw customers and waitresses, dead on the floor...all of them except for one. One man was sitting at a table, still eating with no care in the world. Death. I noticed Dean's hand started to shake, though, as the blade started to glow red and then Dean dropped it as I saw some steam come from his hand.