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The Guardian's Demiurge

Entry: Winchester's Deal

"Nothing lasts forever. Well, I do." - Death

This had to work.

I didn't know what I would do if it didn't.

The Ahamkara had been helpful, even if it hadn't wanted to be. Fun fact about Dragons: they are more closely related to snakes than you would think. Which leads to a whole lot of vertebrae handy for breaking. Quite convenient that.

The ritual had taken every single drop of blood from my body, and then some. Any other immortal would have given up as soon as they learned how much of a sacrifice was actually required. But I was on a time crunch, and this was the quickest way. Besides, what was the loss of blood gonna do, kill me? I've got a Ghost for that.

I put the finishing touches on the circle. If that Dragon had been lying, I would hunt it down in whatever Purgatory I had sent it to and… intensify its torment.

I began to chant.

A flash of green, then red. Then, blinding, unyielding white. Not the warm Light of the Traveler, but the cold, uncaring white of….

"You."

"Hello to you too, Samuel Winchester."

He looked the same as ever. White as a bone, thin as a rail. And with all the expressiveness of stone.

"It's Vos."

"In this life, perhaps." He replied. "But that doesn't change the fact that this makes the second time you have come to me on the behalf of someone else. That alone marks you as a Winchester, in this life or any other. Speaking of which, I do hope you're enjoying my Sparrow?"

I gritted my teeth. "Actually, about that…"

He tilted his head. "Go on."

"I'd like to return it."

Finally, a flicker of emotion. "Now why on earth would you wish to do that, after all the effort you put into acquiring it?"

"A trade."

His face returned to stone. "Ah. I see. Not for yourself, obviously, otherwise you would never even consider such a thing. Tell me, who is important enough to trade your own escape from inevitable ME?"

He knew. He always did. This was just him getting under my skin.

"You know damn well who."

"I suspect. Not the same at all. So, which member of your ragtag band of miscreants (besides yourself, of course) is the one unlucky enough to be fated for permanent disincorporation?"

I ground my teeth. "All of them."

Once again, something flashed across his face. "I doubt that very seriously."

"The Dragon said so. And they can twist the truth all they want, but they are damn well capable of telling it straight when they know it'll hurt the worst."

A long, lengthy pause.

"Their fate has changed because you cheated yours."

"Yes."

"And you wish to put things back the way they were: you dying, and them living."

"Yes."

Another pause.

"Very well then. Mr. Winchester, I believe we have a deal. Now, how exactly do you plan on having ME assist your attempt to save your fireteam from prophesied doom?"

I grinned.

And pulled out the Dragon's skull.

"With this."

Death looked down at it.

"Yes, I think that will do quite nicely."

Exotic Titan Helmet: Winchester's Deal

Exotic Perk: A Soul For A Soul – Ward of Dawn can be activated from beyond the grave. When Ward of Dawn receives damage, it generates additional Orbs of Light.