Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Heart of Cole

2009

Cole Griffith had stayed far too long in the cold winter weather that February day. The young man had got caught up playing with friends in the park. They went snowsledding, built a snowman, and the most important thing of all, Cole got a kiss from the girl he liked that lived up the street.

Yeah, it was just a friendly kiss on the cheek, but it was better than nothing. Cole had nursed a crush on the girl since she moved into the neighborhood. Today it was a kiss on the cheek, next week they could be holding hands. He just needed time to get her to like him enough to want to hold his hand.

Unfortunately, Cole's time was rapidly running out. Later that day, he would suffer a fatal asthma attack upon returning home. As he lay there on the ground, feeling his breath running out, Cole wondered who would take care of his mother if he was gone. Who would mow the elderly neighbor's lawn next door? Who would make his mother breakfast in bed for her birthday? Who would fix the t.v. reception when the weather was bad and ruined the dish reception?

As his body died, Cole's mind filled itself with questions about who would help when he was gone, and what would happen to him in the afterlife. Was there a Heaven? Would he go to Hell for stealing a kiss from that girl in third grade that he really liked? There were so many unanswered questions...

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Nine Years Later

"No, not me, anyone but me," the old woman said as she lay on the ground while having a heart attack.

It's not easy being a Reaper, especially one who used to be a mortal. I don't get the shapeshfiting powers, or ability to freeze time, or superstrength. I get teleportation and the power to incapacitate if it's needed. That's. All.

"I'll give you money, a car, my first born kid, anything!" the young rich man said as he sat in the twisted remains of his sports car with a pole sticking out of his chest.

My job is to take people into the next life. Heaven or Hell, it depends on how good of a life you lived. But in the end, we all have to go.

"You touch me and I will beat your dead ass!" the overly muscled man said as he pounded his fist into his palm, having been crushed to death by a fallen weight rack.

People try to bargain, they try to run, they try to fight.

"Come on, man, I got a family!" the man said as he lay on the sidewalk with a bullet in his heart. "They need me!"

But in the end, you can never outrun your fate.

"I'm ready," the elderly man said as he stared up at the young Reaper while surrounded by his wife, kids, grandkids and great grandkids. "I died surrounded by love."

My name is Cole... I honestly forgot my last name, it's been forever since I've needed one, and for the last nine years, I've been an angel of death. A Reaper. A job I fell into when I was denied entrance into Heaven by a dick angel named Zachariah out of pettiness for helping two guys named Sam & Dean.

My Reaper, Tessa, felt sorry for me, and rather than just leave me in the Veil, took me under her wing and taught me how to reap. And I was good at it, like, really, REALLY good. It wasn't long before I was breaking records and making a name for myself in the afterlife. And that's when I met... him.

Death himself made me a Reaper since I'd proven I could handle the job. The first human ever to take a job as a Grim Reaper. And I've been doing it ever since. I've reaped old people, young people, men, women, and children because I know what happens if they stay behind. They become bitter spirits who would start to hurt people if they didn't cross over.