Supernatural: Savior

Chapter 8

When Sam opened his eyes, it was dark outside. He looked beside him to find Cass and Cashmere watching the building in front of them closely. In front of Sam stood a sign that read Serenity Valley Convalescent Home.

"Is he here," Sam asked.

"You can't feel that energy? I'm surprised," Cass said.

"He's here; the whole place is already infected with disease. Let's go," Cashmere said. The three of them walked towards the doors of the home. When they walked in, Sam hit the first affects. His vision was blurry and he could barely walk straight.

"Guys, I think it's getting to me," Sam said. He looked over and saw Cass on the ground, coughing up blood. Cashmere, however, was unaffected.

"Fine, I'll do this myself," she said, storming off.

"Wait," Sam yelled, but she already turned the corner and was gone. "Cass we've got to go," Sam said, pulling Cass up.

"My stomach," Cass complained.

"I know," Sam said. They turned the corner, but they both collapsed in front of the third door. The door then opened and there stood a nurse.

"The doctor will see you now," she said. She moved to the left to reveal a man who looked to be in his sixties.

"Sam! Castiel!" He said. By then both of them had passed out. "Come right in," he said.

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When they got to Chicago, it was raining. It was gusty and thundering and there were people walking with umbrellas everywhere.

"You couldn't have just waited," Dean protested.

"No, not really," Faith replied. Dean turned onto Main Street and parked on the opposite side of the stores.

"Death's there," Crowley said, pointing to Chicago's Best Pizzeria.

"You're positive about that," Faith asked.

"I wouldn't be sitting here with you if I wasn't," he replied. Dean sighed and opened his car door.

"Are you coming," he asked Crowley. When there was no answer, Dean looked at the back seat to find no one sitting there.

Faith shook her head, "Let's go. You have your knife?"

Dean nodded, "You have yours?"

Faith pulled out her machete, "I couldn't find my knife, so I brought this." Dean nodded and crossed the street onto the side walk. He waited for Faith who stumbled in her new heels.

"Where did you get those?" He asked.

"Jo let me borrow hers until I fix mine," she replied.

"Are they your size," he asked.

"Yeah, it's just that the heels are short. I'm not used to it."

Dean laughed and put his arm around his sister, "You know I'm happy that you're marrying Cass. He's the only one that'll have what you need."

She smiled, "Thanks, Dean. I mean it."

Dean stopped and looked at her, "You know that I'll always be there for you, right? Anything you ever need...anything, you let me know."

She smiled and hugged her brother, "You know that you're the best brother in the world, right?"

"You know that you're the best angel sister in the world," he asked. They both laughed and continued walking towards the back of the pizza place. When they got there, there was a man lying on the ground, dead. "I guess we're in the right place," Dean said. Faith slowly opened the back door and walked in. The back door led into the kitchen where four dead cooks lay. Faith and Dean pulled out their weapons and continued into the dining room. Dean quietly walked towards the front of the restaurant where a man sat quietly eating his pizza. He was wearing a suit, but he was facing the door so they couldn't see his face. Dean and Faith walked, side by side, towards the man together.

"Are you two just going to sulk there all day," the man said, "Join me. The pizza's delicious." The two of them looked at each with concern and walked towards Death. On the other side of the table, across from Death, were two chairs side by side. Faith took the one on the left and Dean took the one on the right. When they sat down, Death had just started eating another piece of pizza. "Took you long enough to find me; I've wanted to talk to you," Death said.

"Well, I gotta say, mixed feelings about that," Dean replied, "So is this the part where--? Ahem, where you kill us?" Death looked up at the two of them with deathly eyes. He had brown eyes and a receding hair line. He had high cheekbones and stress wrinkles on his forehead. Dean and Faith both kept serious faces.

"You have an inflated sense of your importance Dean," Death said, "To a thing like me, a thing like you, well—Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one tiny planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old, so I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you." Death took another bite of his pizza and swallowed. Death then took one slice of pizza and placed it onto the plate in front of Dean. "Eat; I would give you some Faith, but angels don't eat." Dean slowly took his fork out and took one bite of the pizza. "Good, isn't it," Death said. Dean looked at Faith who wore a worried look. Dean raised his eyebrows and swallowed the pizza.

"Well, I gotta ask," Dean said, "How old are you?"

"As old as God, maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore; life, death, chicken, egg, it doesn't matter. Regardless, in the end, I'll reap him too."

Faith face went from worried to surprised, "God? You'll reap God?"

"Oh yes, God will die too, Faith."

Faith settled back into her seat, "Well this is above my pay grade."

"Just a bit," Death replied.

"So then why are we still breathing," Dean asked, "Sitting here with you? What do you want?"

"The leash around my neck off," Death replied hastily, "Lucifer has me bound to him. Some unseemly little spell; He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead; I'm more powerful than you can process and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum."

"And you think I can unbind you," Dean asked.

"There's your ridiculous bravado again. Of course, you can't, but you can help me take out the bullets in Lucifer's gun." Death leaned forward and put his hand with the ring up, "I understand you want this. I'm inclined to give it to you."

"To give it to us," Dean said.

"That's what I said."

"But what about Chicago," Faith asked.

"I suppose it can stay, I do like the pizza. There are conditions," Death said.

"Okay, like what?" Dean asked.

"You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell."

"Of course," Dean said.

"Whatever it takes," Death insisted.

"That's the plan," Faith said.

"No, no plan, not yet. Your brother. He's the one that can stop Lucifer, the only one."

"Wait you think-," Dean protested.

"I know. So I need a promise. You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit. Well do I have your word," Death asked. Dean sighed and looked at Faith. He knew that she didn't want Sam in there, but what other choice did they have?

Dean looked back at Death and nodded, "Okay, yeah, yes." Dean held out his hand, waiting for him to put the ring there.

"That had better be 'yes', Dean. You know you can't cheat Death." Then he took his ringer off and dropped the ring onto Dean's hand.

"Now would you like the instruction manual," Death offered.