The sound of a slight breeze could be heard throughout the bunker, Death had arrived to deliver a message to the Winchester siblings.
"Sammy, I'm going on a beer run, want anything?"
"Grab some lunch while you're out, kitchen's running low."
"Yeah A'right." As the eldest Winchester rounded the corner he came face to face with the head reaper himself.
"Oh hell...am I dead again?"
"No, Dean. But we have matters to discuss, urgent matters, about your sister."
"What's Grace got to do with this?" to say the eldest sibling had no idea of what was going on involving his sister right now would be an understatement, since the Angel's fell she'd gone on a separate path with Castiel, and last he knew they were running angel HQ.
"Dean, She has to die." He looked taken-a-back, all he wanted right now was an ice cold brewski and to sock this deity in the fucking mouth.
"Like Hell." The head reaper sighed and took a seat at one of the tables.
"Now Dean, We've been over being rude. Just listen to me for a moment." Annoyed Dean took a seat across the table from him, "Why should I listen to anything you have to say?" Death stared at him with sullen, tired eyes, "Grace has a big part to play in this war, and simply cannot do what she is meant to do in her current state."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam picked the most inopportune moment to walk into the briefing room. "Hey, I thought you were going to the...why is Death here?" god this was beginning to sound like a bad T.V sitcom.
"Greeting's Sam" he turned his attention back to Dean "It means you are the one destined to kill her." Both siblings stared at the reaper now
"No. That's like asking me to kill Sam, or Cas. I would never do that." Sam looked even more confused now "Who's killing who?"
"Death over here thinks I'm just going to kill Grace." One could almost see Sam's head do a full 360 as his eyes fell back on death's fragile form.
"Come now, Dean, our relationship has moved past this point. I know, and you do too, that you will bargain with me. You inevitably always do." And with that he was gone, just as he'd arrived.
"We're gonna need more beer..."
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"Sam, Dean!" both siblings looked over to see their sister, it appeared she took a small page out of the angel fashion book, clad in a pencil skirt, white button up, black tie and a matching jacket,
"Hey, Grace...what are you wearing?"
"Gotta look the part, right? Plus not all of us look good in pants suits and trench coats, Sammy."
"Not quite what I meant but...good to see you." He pulled her in for a hug, Dean stared at her with a pained expression ignoring the fact that she hugged him.
"Cas is inside, it's a mess in there. Thanks for coming out by the way."
"Spears and Aguilera?" Sam gave Cas the 5th degree when they got into the ice cream parlor.
"I've noticed your aliases are usually the names of popular musicians." If the two were ever more annoyed than now it never showed, Grace just laughed as dean shook his head at them.
"Wow. And what are you laughing at, atleast we didn't go with a last name like Perry..."
"Hey, fuck you. Katy Perry is fierce." Sam just gave her a look as if to say 'Really?' she shrugged "Crappy aliases aside, we have a case here."
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An Angel's Grace (A Castiel X OC story) (Supernatural.)
Storie d'amore"She has to die." he stared at death as the reaper relayed the message, "Like Hell." Death let out an exasperated sigh "Now we've been over being rude. Just listen for a moment. She has a big part to play, and simply can't do what she is meant to do...
