The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 7 Section 3

Sam looked between them, "You guys really think it's The Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?"

"No, not the reaper, a reaper." Angel corrected, "Pretty much in every culture on earth there's a reaper law. They have like... hundreds of different names all around. Chances are there's more than one of them."

Sam looked over to Dean, "But you said you saw a dude in a suit."

"What, you think he shoulda been working the whole black robe thing?" Dean raised a brow, "You said it yourself that the clock stopped right? Reapers stop time." He showed them a page of lore, "And you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why I could see it and you guys couldn't."

Sam still looked and sounded unsure, "Maybe."

Angel tapped her fingers on the table, "You thinkin' it could be somethin' else?"

"There's nothing else it could be." Dean dismissed, "The question is how is Roy controlling the damn thing?"

"That cross..."

Dean looked up, "What?"

"Oh yeah, the one from the tent that had that symbol on it..." Angel nodded, "You think he's using that?"

"I've seen it before." Sam looked through some papers before he snorted and held a card up to them, "Here."

Dean leaned in and took the tarot card questioningly, "A Tarot?"

"I mean... it works." Angel said as she took the card from Dean to study it, "Think about it, tarot dates back to the early christian era when some priests were still using magic. A few of them veered into the dark stuff; i.e.: Necromancy, how to push death away and how to cause it." She nodded at Dean, "This guy is using black magic to bind a reaper. Which is about one of the stupidest things he could do. Guys an idiot."

Sam scoffed in agreement, "He's riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white."

Dean got up and put his cup in the sink before leaning back against it, "Okay, then we stop Roy."

"How?"

Dean met Sam's eyes, "You know how."

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about Dean?" Sam bristled, "We can't kill Roy."

"Sam, the guys playing God. He's deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book."

"Sam's right, Dean." Angel dismissed as she got up, "We're not in the business of snuffing humans, alright?"

"We do that, we're no better than he is!"

"Ok, we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death." He looked exasperatedly from Angel to A=Sam, "Any bright ideas college boy?"

"Okay, uh... If Roy's using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we gotta figure out what it is. And how to break it."

Outside the church tent...

The Impala once again bounced down the badly gravelled and potholed road, passing a sign that said 'Service Today'. They parked and quickly exited the car.

"If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book."

"See if you guys can find it." Dean looked at his watch, "Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I'll try to stall Roy."

A man held out a leaflet to Dean, "Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He's no healer."

Dean took it with a smile, "Amen Brother."