Chapter Two: The Ending

Death kept busy, there were plenty to reap, wars in both Heaven and Hell. Creature hunts on the surface, everything was in chaos and Death wasn't sure if he should be enjoying it or not. He was thankful that his favorite soul was sending him the most. Some were keeping them from him. Just on the brink, keeping them weak but alive and Death hated the temptation. Some souls needed to learn their place, a lesson needed to be taught.

Death wasn't shocked when Dean went to extreme to get an audience with his reapers and him. He really didn't know any better so he could forgive him for the bother of calling Tessa forward like she was a dog on a leash. He of course was able to follow the signal and land a few seconds before his favorite Reaper did the same. He watched as it became clear that Dean didn't understand what Hell did to most human souls. His was special, Death knew that Dean didn't see it that way so he couldn't understand. While he fell from the rack it was never something his soul would willingly take. He had pulled his slices, listened to a list of crimes, it had always been easier when it was a demon or hell creature. Death knew all this and more which is why he knew that Dean would never understand what he told him but he explained it all the same.

Death was quick to put him in his place a few seconds later. Vacation, he wished, this was something he was going to watch. He already had a feeling he knew what would happen and should be close to make sure it didn't lead to the entire state being blown into small chunks. Would the soul-Dean-be able to do the job set forth? Really there was only one way to find out, he watched.

It seemed easy for the soul to let the evil suffer, and Death wonders why Dean didn't tap into the ring's power more. He would have seen the whole story, would it have changed how it played out. The gun empty, the man scared, no where to turn, the threat of death of his family. Would the death have been so long if Dean had looked into the souls of those around him. He lets himself float and be pulled by the ring and finds himself in the hospital. Tessa does know how to deal with newbies the best.

He feels the change as the nurse walks into and through Tessa, they had changed something. Or rather Dean has, he knew that Tessa would not be able to do anything while Dean wore the ring. Death watches as the soul learns a hard lesson that he doesn' t know all. Death feels rather than sees when Dean feels the ring's power finally and sees the girl's soul. It's twisted and ugly, something torn and broken. Warped, he pays a visit to his failure. Wishing he could do better by the nurse with the shiny soul, the depression starts but then is pushed back by something.

A distraction, the soul claims its chance and flies away, Death being pulled back by the ring still attached to the human's hand. He watches this time shocked when Dean takes off the ring, saves the human he put at risk over his brother. The empty shell of his brother was forgotten and another soul put before the lives of the Winchesters. It was a nice reminder as to why he had first started to follow this soul.

Death is pulled away when Dean puts the ring back on and moves to the hospital, cleaning up his mess before anything else can ripple out and Death is proud that he was not needed for the trial run. With that, it was time to share another meal, time to stop a sacrifice, time to hint, help, prevent a war if possible. Death is aware that Dean knows he is watching. Needed Dean to do his job while he went soul hunting.

Death had not expected the next half of the year to be as difficult as it had been, a few weeks after hinting as much as possible the Winchesters both disappeared, whispers said Angels were hiding them. Death wondered what Dean's Angel was up to, the war was ongoing and on Death's to do list. Shortly after their reappearance Dean was possessed by a new monster thanks to an old bother. Eve, she had always been a pain in Death's side and he wanted nothing to do with her, he didn't even want to really reap her, since it would require him to touch her.

The next time he finds himself in an alternate timeline thanks again to the is getting bothered by how easy this feathered bullies liked to play with Earth. He didn't really care but he was here first and liked his toys a certain way. He isn't surprised when the soul disappears into time once more, and when he gets back once more he is infected by Eve. He wonders why she has been so attached to his favorite human, but doesn't mind so much when he uses Dean to help Reap the woman; or rather creature.

The Angels and good warding keep him away from the action during the next few weeks but he has no problem hearing about it in complete detail. The Angel Castiel seems to have broken Dean, Death heard that the man is not the same as before. Death also has to agree as he felt something in the early mornings, a new Death, a bond between Angel and human breaking. Not shattering, not that it couldn't be healed but for now it lay broken, useless and waving in the wind. Only Dean Winchester could offer Death a new type of sacrifice.

The wards start to lack and Death soon finds he is able to visit the soul's dreams again, a guilty pleasure and one he knows is risky, due to the "god's" attention on Dean but Death did not fear him. He visits the dream, the sky is dark with clouds and nothing seems to be welcoming. Death wasn't impressed with the settings but knew things were a little twisted for Dean at the moment.

"I DIDN'T LET ANYTHING JUST HAPPEN!" Dean screamed and Death knew it wouldn't matter who was visiting at this point, Dean didn't care who was in front of him, probably didn't even know that he was with company.

"HE'S A FUCKING ANGEL OR GOD OR WHATEVER... Like you've told me over and over again...I'm-I'm nothing." The rage seemed to fade as the screaming stopped and the soul still bled with color and feelings it was more contained than before and Death offered a smile as he spoke up, finally knowing it was safe to be noticed now.

"You are a pain in my ass, if that helps." He offers and finds that he isn't even bending the truth slightly but it doesn't really bother him. He welcomes this brand of pain as he had never really had someone that lived almost as long as he had. The soul offers a smirk, the physical reaction is nice, but something that Death has not had a lot of work with, at least its a reaction.

"Remember what Winchester means," he stated before reaching out and touching his hand to Dean's face. It wasn't meant to be as a lover but something different, a meaningful relationship, yes, but not one that was physical. He knew that he had witnessed what he couldn't put into words, he wanted to teach Dean. To help him grow into the greatest soul he could. He wanted-he wanted to groom his replacement. Death removed his hand and offered a smile before he winked away. The relationship he had been searching for had been father and son.

Death watched the soul from afar, the new 'god' made life a little more difficult for everyone around, the former Angel was really a bothersome creature. While Death was interested that all he was doing at the moment was to save one little soul. Well, there was always a time for a first in the world. Death wasn't sure why Dean was now looking to challenge his former Angel.

It wasn't like he had a lot of choice in the matter, so he let them finish their little spell and arrived, it was for the best really. The new god was taking people in masses; the reapers and Death himself found that they were having trouble to keep up. That was never a good sign when Death was too busy to stay on top of everything.

He wondered if the Winchesters would ever learn from their past errors, was it really a good idea to bring to powerhouses under the same roof and demand one kills the other. His soul really didn't have self-preservation skills; perhaps it just figured it couldn't die. Death held back the sigh that he wanted to produce. He knew the soul was confused, twisted; the bond with the Angel was tainting the soul, not a bleed in so much as clouding the issues at hand. It seemed almost like the Angel was holding Dean in a layer of confusion.

Death was released from the bond and spell and Castiel disappeared, Death knew at that moment there was more at play here than he realized. He was tempted to break the spell Castiel had over the soul but knew at the moment it wouldn't matter either way so he left it to play out as it should. This was also the only reason that the soul was given a warning about binding itself to Death and a pointed look before he took the food offered to him and vanished.

He stayed tuned in for his investment to pay off, really the new God was too much of a threat to leave behind, and Death also didn't like that it clearly had plans for his SOUL. Death helped nudge the Angel to the forward when it was time to say goodbye. It was only fair to the soul it should get some closure and since the Angel would not be left after all was said and done it was only the correct thing to do.

Death had expected the creatures to remain hidden behind, he had felt the shift of the world when they came across and when the gate closed the shift hadn't been send back so Death knew trouble was coming. The Winchesters were the world's best bet, it was a right shame that this poor soul would be suffering for so much longer. As soon as the soul's Angel's body disappears he knows that everything is going to change. The small spark of Grace that had been hiding is now shoved down so far into the soul Death wasn't sure if that was Dean's doing or if the grace was truly gone this time.

The soul shuddered as it pulled the jacket from the water, the grace that had been holding it together gone and the healing parts not perfect yet. Rifts started to form and Death knew he couldn't do anything from here. The colour started to dim further than ever before and the shine started to fade also. Death had known that the soul was bond to the Angel but he hadn't been aware that they were so interconnected to one another. He watched as the soul started to push the others away.

Death wasn't sure why but he started to visit Dean in his dreams, he knew that the soul was fading, giving up and willing to die for anything and everything so Death took a step forward to keep the soul safe. Death didn't know just where he landed in this dream but he was in a moving vechicle of some type. It was a back road, no lights and small pot holes every few feet. The soul didn't even turn its head to face him but he was speaking to Death.

'Can't you just..."the desire laced in the words hurt Death's ears.

"No.' was his answer knowing already what the soul craved

'Why not?'

"Everyone deserves their ending.' Death advised the soul watching as it twisted at the words he offered and rejected them out of hand.

'My ending sucks," he growled and Death held back a soft chuckle knowing that really the soul was limited by so much.

"How do you know? You haven't reached it yet." The dream ends and Death finds himself watching the brothers driving down the old highway, Dean and his brother talking to each other. The soul was clearly tired and his brother was offering a distraction, Death only hoped that it would be enough to safe the man.

It doesn't seem to help much as Dean starts to run into trouble willingly, a god has him tied and bond before him, witches hold his future in the palm of their hands, Then the Leviathan, they know a threat when faced with one, they saw the soul in Castiel's eyes, they know if anyone can fix the wrong it will be him and they attack. Time and time again, making the human race turn on the humans as they fight to keep them afloat.

The siblings start to mend their bond final but in time for a spell that cases a tangle with Demons, one that seems to help Dean further than anything else. Not even the dreams offered him such focus as getting his brother back. Then things started to take a turn for the worse, he took their so called father from them, even if he wouldn't be taken. The darkness started to flare up in the soul and Death watched knowing he would be unwelcome until he had mourned further.

What comes out of the death is a drive that is scary when focused on one thing or person. Death had almost forgotten what the soul looked like when it was being driven by rage, sorrow and a lack of anything else to do. The soul was planning on ending its life with this hunt and Death didn't think he would bother him. He is once more sent back in time and Death remembered feeling a version of Dean in the past and everything makes so much more sense. When he feels the soul's first child from this body he was shocked that the Death day was so close.

He shouldn't have been shocked that Dean would have been choice to help further the lines of the Amazon, it was a shame that the girl had to die, and she would have made many offers to Death in the name of not just the Amazon but her father's line of work. It would have been beautiful, he takes her hand when he reaps her soul and smiles, telling her tales of her father as he walks her to her resting spot. The soul being at risk doesn't fade out, fears that killed, demons from their past and cursed objects all offer new ways to threaten the mans life.

It was about a week after the last threat that everything comes to a stand for a few seconds, Death can feel the shock that is send down the connection between the two of them. Even with his ring back in hand he found that he could read so much more from the soul than before, it might be due to the fact that he is interested in the soul but he feels its more. Something deeper that neither of them are aware of yet. But the shock makes Death come to a stop for a second when he feels the pain of being abandoned races to him.

He finishes his work and flies to his soul's side, Castiel was with him, or rather Emanuel has been found with a wife and a happy life. So many emotions roll around Dean's head but nothing really pointed and Death shakes his head, this would be painful but not life threatening, he left the two alone. He comes back much later that night when Deans Dreams call for him.

'Is it really him?"

"In a way," Death confirms not sure what else he could say.

"What does that-"

"Mean?" a smile is offered from Death knowing that Dean couldn't help but ask. "Castiel is there but hidden, have faith in your Angel."

"I tried,"

"Try harder, Dean." It became clear in less than 24 hours he shouldn't have said anything to Dean until he spoke to the Angel first who left Dean with his brother but without the Angel once more after just gaining him back.

Death takes to visiting Dean again when they realize that Bobby stayed behind, his first question to Death was why. And he wasn't sure if he meant why not take Bobby or why take Castiel. It was too open ended to answer and while Death knew he would answer if Dean asked further the silence grew as the sky started to lighten with the sun. 'Fuck it all.' was his parting words, Death started to visit every night. There was no positive upswing for Dean's emotions, Death had felt what going through the motions felt like and that was Dean. It only got worse as his Angel went to the demon over him, and his brother seemed empathic to really everything.

Death knew that the lack of a drive would be a problem but there was nothing he could do but watch as they got ready for the final battle but still he knew that it would not be Dean's time as they got ready and took their weapons. Attacking the snakes that threatened the world, taking back the world but losing two great warriors at the same time.

Death knew they were not dead but they were locked away. Death could only offer unseen protection in Purgatory. It wasn't much of anything really but it was enough to frighten off the smaller creatures and allow the man to get sleep while needed on his hunt back to his Angel. Death almost wished that those in Purgatory could die again as he would have been quiet busy.

A entire year of boredom passes before Death feels the soul once more on a plane of existence that he can at least look into. Earth hadn't changed that much, but his soul. Oh, how that had changed, some of the fractures that had healed since last torn from the Angel was back and if possible even larger than the first time. It also had more darkness oozing around it but the piece of angel grace was back and was helping to hold back the darkness and need to hunt that purgatory ignited in the man.

The vampire he has running in his veins is unexpected until Death looks closer, this thing had helped and gained Dean's trust. This was a trial basis and he wondered if it would last or if Dean would offer his friend up to Death in the end.

When his soul landed he felt the shift, the human had been kicked out and all of the monsters could relax or go after the Angel if they felt like it. At least for the moment, Death knew more would be shifting around them. It takes him a little bit to re-group since time had passed and people had moved on but Death knew that the Earth once again had its protector and he could go back to exploring the galaxy. But he didn't, instead he watched for a little bit longer, after all he could do his work and watch. Not like the soul would live forever.

He watches them go to auction and has a chuckle over it all enjoying the newest Angel that Heaven's puppet master sent down to play.

Randomness and werewolves, his life wasn't at large threat for a few months and it was relaxing but Death could feel the wheels turning. Time was counting down to something and that something was going to be big. Vampires, a run in with an old friend, then things started to click into place.

Castiel was back, at least it seemed that way to the winchester brothers , Death had felt him pulled out of his self-infected prison over three months prior to the appearance. Death knows this will not end well as he watches, the soul starting to lighten slightly but its like with the souls Castiel had eaten the connection wasn't right something was blocking the full thing. Death even felt it, something or someone was singling Dean out, making him feel disconnected and this caused a moment of pause. Death simply watched as the Angel worked himself into the brothers life than right back out, which lead the brothers to decide if they were staying together or not.

Death had not visited Dean's dreams since he came back and wasn't sure if he wanted to do so now or not. He almost was worried about what he would see if he started to take a look at it. The man was twisted and tore and the soul looks tired, which Death understood. Then he had a run in with the bubbly soul that was named Charlie. Death found this one a loud soul and young. Oh so young that he was shocked that the much older soul even wanted to be around it. But the two of them flared so brightly when they moved along beside one another.

Death did not enjoy reaping the boys grandfather in-front of them, but it was the man's time and it needed to be completed. He gave them a little space after that, but knew Necromancers were around but he knew they didn't pose a real threat. Then they started the trials, oh he was not surprised, he wished that the words had remained hidden, they didn't understand what they were about to start. He could feel the Earth shaking, it was not happy at the moment.

Death keeps his distance and just watches them for a while, he feels the pain when his Angel beats him for the next tablet. Death felt a brush of need to fly t the soul and reap it but the Angel cleans up its mess and nothing is to fret about. The second requires them to do a little bit of dimension hopping. Then again Charlie is back and Dean's soul is a little more at ease.

Death feels something building and this time while it is all about Dean, he has no control over the events that unfold around him. His brother finds the next trial and Crowley attacks all of their hard work. Castiel starts to break away once more, and then his brother is left so close to being reaped. Death is standing in the church as the youngest Winchester swayed slightly, three hours left and Death wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

This soul had worked so hard to get its ending, and like he had once told Dean everything had an ending. But was it really time, he knew that the timeline was confused, things had changed, and plans had been twisted. The child had lost its way on it even of its sixth month, or perhaps even before that. Death would have licked his lips if he had lips and sighed. Life was choices but he was not life and therefore did not have any choice. Yet he watched, watched the soul gather its brother in its arms, stumble out to the car and take a small tumble, pull the younger soul close and watch the Angels fall. Oh what a world they had brought forward.

The next few years were probably the roughest on the three men, his soul held it together but so many times Death thought the soul would jump the line for his death date and spoil the universe. He understood now that this human soul was somehow a important figure, a cog in a machine as it were and he wondered what would happen when it ran down. Earth's protection, fighter of the supernatural, the Winchesters had their name in history and didn't even realize it yet. Human, Demon, Angel, and Monster, they were truly Gods if there were ever to be named such. Death would have liked to claim them as reapers before the end but that would make the end a new twisted thing.

This was off topic and something to be spoken about in late night pub nights; Death had found watching hard during this time and took to writing it in his journals to get it out of his head. He had not always been there and took to listening to gossip and then getting letters for the soul itself. That had been a little bit of a shock, but that was many years later. Perhaps at one time he would let his favorite soul read the journal to understand what it felt like to the universe to have such changes take place. But this life was still too fresh; this would also be many years from now, so then back to the story.

Death knew once Dean started to contact him that it was time to stop just watching from afar and approached his soul. It was a dream once more and he knew that this would have to happen, had been involved in the souls life for far too long to not even stop in now that he was being called for. Which was why Death finally after almost ten years of non contact in anyway found himself in front of Dean Winchester, the soul had healed itself. If possible it was more beautiful than he had ever seen before.

The grace had woven finally into the creaks sealing in the missing parts and it seemed at ease finally, also Death noticed that the soul had a space made for a mate and had more children. It was hard to believe that he had become so out of touch with the former hunter. Yes the man had gotten out of the frontlines a few years back, he had been almost forty-five and his brother had been almost taken out by a ghost. He offered to kick back and relax like Bobby had, Sam had jumped at the chance. They semi-retired to the bunker, but not locking it down. No they had opened it up, a free roof over your head for passing hunters. Those in need, survivors that needed placement.

It seems that Death had missed out on the new life the brothers had shaped for themselves, this had to be by far his favorite. The two of them kept saving those in need, but also started to shape the world in the way they had been meant to do. Shaping the new hunters and finding the first group of men of letters in a great number of years. They still did not count themselves as men of letters, (Death would think back and chuckle when their great-great-great-great-Granddaughter would write their names in the history of Legacies,) it took many years but the stories take their place on the shelves, they were already written after all.

Death watches the new Winchester family, it expands and grows. A motto starts to grow that "Family doesn't End in Blood." Death thinks that Bobby Singer would be proud of his boys.

Dean is Forty-six when he meets the love of his life, it was by chance but perfect. Death had been pleased to finally see the family tree branch from the Winchester, the soul deserved a history that was more than written words. The soul had five children, three girls and two boys the first and last. It was bitter sweet, but they were all loved and had a semi normal life, Dean made sure it was nothing like his own.

Sam Winchester had only one son, but the son had many children and loved his close family staying on to help with the family business, like he knew his father would want. Everything was perfect for a long time, they had worked out peace of sorts and their family and friends grew, but as time passes, humans age and soon Death began visiting for those around Dean.

The first two go where the Tran's they had enjoyed the freedom their house offered but Death had gone to collect the two ghosts all the same. He smiled to Kevin and nodded as he touched both of them at once and took them with him, spending some time helping them to adjust. He had a feeling he would be doing this often for the next little bit. He asked questions about the Winchesters and those around them, he wanted to know. He almost craved and when the souls seemed settled he bid them goodbye and left them to their peace and quiet.

The next was his wife, cancer which had been a shock. Death had never met a healthier human if it had been possible. But than again it was a perfect killer, something that just switched on. He took her hand and explained a great number of things to her and she crossed her arms glaring at her husband for a long time before nodding and taking his hand.

"I'll get to -"

"One day, I can not say when but you will see him again, please keep in mind he hid all of this to keep you safe and still told you a great deal."

"You like him."

"He is intriguing."

"My husband has a fanboy in Death."

"No wonder Dean married you."

"Thanks," a smirk and Death just shook his head before a smile took over his features.

"Shall we?"

"Please."

Death had ended up liking the woman a great deal, he could understand why Dean would chose to live his life with this soul. It had been bright and colours sparkled around the outside as the inside burst with joy and bliss. Death wondered if the soul even knew what it was like to be angry and somehow doubted it.

He had to take Garth next and almost regretted it, a hunt gone wrong. Twisted and deformed Death had pulled the soul from the earthly corpse and even light it ablaze knowing it was for the best of all involved. Charlie had a number of close calls, but she ended up moving in with Sam and Dean towards the end, specially after she lost the use of her right arm. The three souls with visits from the Angel Castiel kept them young at heart and soul but their bodies still grew old.

Death wasn't sure how Dean was the wrong that lasted the longest, well besides Castiel. The Angel had been with Dean for the end as he promised, along with his children and a few of his grandchildren. The Angel would go on to protect, but Death knew that Charlie and than Sam's natural Deaths had taken the fight from Dean. There was no fix, this was life and it was what they had deserved to live. He smiled and squeezed his Angels hand and his oldest son's before letting go and meeting Death finally at the gates.

They smiled at one another and Death reached a hand out, "you have a lot of people waiting to see you, and then I would like to talk to you for a moment before you settle."

"Yeah, of course." Dean said with a wide grin as he took the offered hand and they were transported away from the bunker and into a personal heaven. Dean's, it was bright and the world stretched on forever, it was some backwater town American, something small and great and perfect. Dean's home if he had to call a physical place that wasn't Bobby's home. It was fitting as the souls heaven would need to have the space.

As soon as it touched down those that were closest appeared, Death counted at least twenty people and he wasn't of the hard work it had taken over the years to gather all the souls that had been "lost" on the way. Some by mistake, some had been pushed away on purpose but Death had fixed it all. It was only a fitting prize for those that had worked so hard for so long. Death knew this soul had shaped the world that he left behind and his children would carry it on for generations. But that is another tale, for another time.

He watched the soul greet and talk to all of them, Mother, Father, little Brother, baby Brother, Foster Father, Foster Mother, Foster Sister, Wife, (who slapped him, than kissed him). A number of friends such as Ash, Rufus, Pastor Jim, Caleb, Victor, Andy, Madison, and Sarah. A few distance family were also gathered and remained silent, Henery, Deanna, Samuel, and Gwen.

Death knew this would only be the beginning, the righteous man had a lot of fans and people that wanted to meet him. Death settled in while the greetings started, he knew the soul hated all the attention but this was his life, he would live like this for a while yet. There were still people being saved because of him on Earth, and would be until the Sun took the Earth out. He and his brother together took greeting, Sam use to it and this was Dean's first. Even Sam was focused on his older brother at the moment. Death waited until he knew the soul was almost overwhelmed before stepping in and pausing everything.

"Can we have that talk now?"

"Please, fuck please." he cursed as he moved to follow Death. They moved to the free side of the room and Dean took a seat as Death did the same, both of them looking over the table between them. Nothing seemed to jump to either of them and they relaxed slightly at the same time and Death smirked again.

"So I would like to make you a job offer."

"If this is like last time I kinda sucked at that."

"I know that, I have something different in mind."

"Oh yeah, what would that be."

"Purgatory clean up, perhaps hell for your brother. You both proved that you were capable of it, and then I would be free to do other things. I would like to venture and have spare time finally." Death paused and watch Dean, knew the soul was hover, he wasn't sure why he offered another unending life the soul that had already lived so long, but Death realized the Sam's soul had been around for a great number of years along with Castiel's and a few others. They were chasing each out and Death could give them something better than just blind luck. He could give them control over it all.

"Think about it, you could see your family working first hand, clean up for them. "Death knew you had to offer the right thing the first time with Dean Winchester otherwise you were toast and it wouldn't matter what you thought you had. He stopped knowing if that didn't sell it, then he had no hope of selling it.

The silence set between them for a long moment and Death would have thought an Angel would have been by to check in by now but he was standing around. Dean watched him and

Death didn't reveal anything, this was the souls choice, the free will he had fought so hard for. The silence is a few more long moments before Dean clears his throat before speaking. That isn't required in Heaven but he wouldn't know that just yet and he didn't need to be here long enough to worry.

"If I can still help I guess we can do it..." he pauses and winces slightly knowing that something has changed he notices the soul would be tense if it had a physical body and Death reaches out and strokes it calm.

"Breathe," he states for the soul knowing it would have a meaning for the word, on this plane it was more thought than physical. It was an important lesson, but in a panic it didn't matter you just had to make the person focus. They did the rest really, even if they thought about the physical.

"It will not hurt, you are created for more, " Death promises as he reaches out and touches Deans forehead with his fingers and a change starts to take place.

"Ask Sammy, don't just take."

"I already have asked."

"He saiid-"

"Yes, of course. He knew you would."

The soul fell silent as the change started to take place, it didn't overtake, rather enlarge, give the natural soul some real power that it could use and would have the knowledge, when he was finished, of how to use it all. He worked away knowing that Sam was already recovering in the room next door and this made it easier to work with Dean.

The soul was an open book, he knew most of the history and just let it wash over him as he relived it all over but backwards. His work was finished quickly and he pulled back slightly letting the Winchester adjust before blinking twice and looking at Death.

"Feel like fucking Death," he muttered as he fell limp back onto the bed, Death knew this was to come.

"You must adjust, it will take time. Time and rest. I will watch over you, sleep." Death promised as he opened the connecting door so Dean could see his brother and the air drew calm and then sleep over took the new creature.

The two former Winchesters slept for what would be a human week, adjusting to everything that would be new, when they awoke they wished to reap and Death couldn't deny he wished to spread out for a few moments and reap as well. It would help him focus his mind and get them all on track. He takes the two of them to nearby hunts and let them take the creatures that are offered to them and smile as they both collect their first.

"Better?" He asks and knows that it will be, the both of them nod and then turn back to one another, he knows he is probably in over his head but they were not the same without the other Winchester. They train for a while before setting out, the three of them part for the first time, Death is nervous but all goes well and in four months they meet back up and share tales. He was surprised to find out that both brothers parted ways.

This became the way of life for a long while, months apart and back together, it was what worked well. They repeated for many years before they started to be alone for longer, all growing slightly apart but always together at least twice a year. They were family after all.

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End Authors Note: Season nine will be available in a side story. Ten will wait; might as well make it all canon but my bits. lol Hope you enjoyed and wasn't too bored by the story.

Thank you to my beta kat who was able to look over the story, any mistakes left are from my own error or adjustment.