Deaths Legacy {Supernatural Fanfiction}

Prologue

A young eight year old girl with shoulder length brown wavy hair and pale black eyes, stood on a side walk with her arms folded against her chest. Next to her, stood an older woman, who looked around thirty to forty with long blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail and creamy blue eyes.

The two of them were staring over at a bench where a overly obese man was currently shoving another Twinkie down his throat, not even bothering to chew. A large box of Donut's sat next to him and the now empty carton of Twinkies sat on his lap.

"Honestly, this guy has been shoving food down his throat for about half an hour now, when is he going to die?!" The young eight year old stated, twirling the ring that rested on her finger around in boredom.

"Be patient Desdemona, it will happen very soon," the older woman replied, slapping the young girls, Desdemona's, hand to stop her from playing with what many considered a priceless ring.

After glaring at the woman next to her, Desdemona turned back to the morbidly obese man as he broke a donut in half and tried to push it down his throat. Of course, the man got the piece of donut stuck in his throat and started to choke as he couldn't get it out.

"Finally!" Desdemona exclaimed, as her and the woman walked over to the man.

Desdemona placed her finger on his forehead, and almost instantly, the man stopped choking and died. She turned around to her left, only to see the spirit of the same man staring down at his dead body.

The man then turned towards them both, "Why me?" he asked, causing Desdemona to full on roll her eyes.

"Because your a fat pig and decided to shove half a donut down your throat without swallowing!" Desdemona answered in a condescending tone.

"Desdemona!" The older woman exclaimed shocked while the man seemed to be taken aback, "She's only kidding, what she meant to say is that it's your destiny, why don't you come with me sir, and we will discuss what's next for you?"

"Uh okay," the man replied, taking the woman's outstretched hand and starting to walk off.

Desdemona huffed in annoyance as she waited patiently for the older woman to come back, only to have the woman angrily grab her by the arm and zap her into a completely white room.

"What was that?!" The woman asked angrily, letting go of the young girls arm.

Desdemona rolled her eyes, "Me being honest," she answered calmly.

"You are not meant to be honest, your meant to tell them that it's their destiny and then hand them over to me! How hard is that to follow?!" the woman recited like she had said it a million times before, which she basically had.

"Sorry Rose, I won't do it again," Desdemona stated, bowing her head and hiding the small smile that was trying to force it's way on her lips.

The woman, Rose, sighed, placing her hand on her head, "It's fine, but I'm afraid you won't be taking any more lives this afternoon," she said.

"I won't?" Desdemona asked, raising her eyebrow slightly in confusion.

"You won't," Rose repeated, "We have another task for you to fulfil, but I need you to be on your best behaviour and get the job done, no killing people!"

"Why would I kill people if I don't have to?" Desdemona interjected, slightly confused on where the conversation was going.

"Because you need to go find Sam and Dean Winchester and retrieve Deaths blade from them," Rose stated, a very serious tone to her even more serious look.

Suddenly everything in Desdemona's head clicked, "Oh, that's why, because your sending me to get my father's blade from the people who not only stole it but killed him too, great, just great!" she yelled, not liking the sound of anything that has been said at all.