Dean struggled to even attempt to open the back door, thinking that this is some kind of joke to pass the time for the crossroad demon. Much like Gabriel fooling around before delivering much needed information. Against the battering winds and thundering of on-coming storms, Dean stood in an alley to the back entrance of a toy store. A toy store of all things, and yet Crowley is adamant that Death is inside.

Grasping the sickle in his hand, hidden by his side, Dean swallowed his pride and opened the door painfully slow, being mindful and acutely aware of every squeak the wood made on its hinges. The back entrance was dark, unoccupied, and eerily silent. Shutting the door in much the same manner, Dean let his eyes adjust before slowly creeping forward, scouting the building with a caution long lost. He could hear his heart racing, breath quickening the closer he got to the main building, and couldn't help his mind running through the thousands of scenarios. Dead bodies? Lifeless kids? This is a toy store after all, and whether Death just doesn't give a damn or if he has some sick sense of humour, Dean didn't wish to know.

Peeking his head into the main building, Dean didn't know whether to release a relieved sigh or to be tenser. The place is empty, lights lighting the area brightly, light happy music continued to sing over the speakers, but the place seemed deserted. Dean stood up straighter, viewing his surroundings as he planned. If Death is indeed inside, than where could he be? He couldn't seriously be browsing the many toys that are sold here? And the lack of bodies is seriously starting to worry him, strangely enough.

As quietly as a hunter can be, Dean made his way down the end of the aisle, peeking around the side of the shelf. With each new empty aisle Dean comes across, he slowly sneaks to the next one and repeats the process. By the time Dean got to the middle end, he peeked over, expecting nothing, but froze before quickly hiding once more. Standing still for a few more seconds, Dean gained his courage once more before peeking around the shelf. There, standing ominously on the right hand side of the aisle, back slightly facing Dean, is none other than Death. A towering seven foot, at least, of wisp-like jagged black. With the soft child-like music playing and the selection of remote-control toy monster trucks he was looking at, the picture itself was hard enough for Dean to wrap his head around. He could do nothing more than slowly return to his hiding place behind the shelf.

"Ara~ It appears I have company~"

Dean stopped dead in his tracks; mind pulling a blank at the light and childish tone of voice coming from the aisle.

"No point hiding, I know you're there, Dean Winchester~"

Dean silently cursed, slowly turning around the corner, coming face to face with a childish cartoon skull and, are those large rectangular gloves?

Death, for it can't be anyone else but Death, literally bounced up and down like jelly, reminding Dean of a kid excitedly entering a candy store. "Come, come! I won't bite, I promise~" Dean faltered, head instinctively monitoring his surroundings before hesitantly stepping closer until he now stood a few metres away, not risking taking those remaining few steps. Somehow, the skull mask managed to portray more emotion than he expected. Before Dean could choke any form of words out of his mouth, Death interrupted him loudly, causing Dean to jump, his heart racing as he regarded the unusual being like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh! Where are my manner!? I'm Death, as you may well know, and you are the infamous Dean Winchester! My, you look quite young for a hunter~"

Whatever words Dean managed to form fell flat at that statement. Was that a compliment? How does he even go about attempting to kill such a being? Right now, Dean felt like he was killing a kid's imaginary friend. During his silence, Death had tilted his head to the side, regarding Dean silently.

"Well, I presume you'll want my ring, ne?"

Dean's eyes widened almost comically, "W-what?"

"My ring. You are after it to put Lucifer back in the cage, right?" Dean couldn't help but notice how much mature his voice sounded, despite still maintaining its childish pitch.

Dean couldn't help but stammer, "N-no offense, but ah," he cleared his throat. "Aren't you going to… kill me?"

If possible, Death looked like Dean had just asked him a rather idiotic, but simplistic question, and is mulling over the latter's stupidity. "Why would I do that?"

Dean's brows shot to his hair line in response. "..Why wouldn't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Yeah…"

"Why wouldn't I what?"

Dean just stood there, dumbstruck. His arms moved around him as if helping to clarify. "Me. Why wouldn-won't, why won't you kill me?" Clarified Dean slowly, having stumbled over his mistake from Death's repeating of the question.

Death stood there, head still tilted in silent contemplation. A childish hum sounding from his mask as he stood motionless. "Ah, yes!" Exclaimed Death, straightening his posture as one large hand pointed upwards in gesture. The action itself startling Dean to the point of mimicking a frightened cat. "We both want the same thing!"

"Same thing? You mean-"

"Lucifer locked back in the cage. But sadly there is very little I can do." With that Death sighed, his mask mimicking the action as it portrayed a look of exasperation Dean didn't think was possible. Dean stood there awkwardly, thinking over his words carefully before once more being startled by Death. This time by his loud childish voice as he pointed his large gloved finger right in Dean's face.

"Which is why I'm giving you my ring! You use it to lock Lucifer back in the cage, I become free of my bounds, no more apocalypse! Everyone wins~!" At this, Death clapped his giant hands together, staring down at Dean with such enthusiasm.

Dean honestly didn't think it was possible for him to draw this many blanks in the span of ten minutes talking to one individual. But eventually, he managed to force himself to speak.

"Yeah, sure. That's the plan." Agreed Dean, a strained smirk gracing his lips as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the being. "Hey, just a quick question, how old are you exactly?"

Death tilted his head, an action Dean is starting to become disturbingly familiar with. Silence hung heavily around them, and Dean swallowed thickly. Had he stepped too far?

"Next question!" Exclaimed Death; materialising a ring from literally nowhere before holding it in front of Dean between two large rectangular fingers. "So I give you my ring, take special care of it! And you push Lucifer back into his box and we all go home happy! And if you do this special little deed I will be forever thankful! Do we have a deal?"

"Y-yeah, sure. We have a deal." Stammered out Dean, his mind spinning. Just as the ring fell into his open palms, Dean backtracked. "Wait, hold on, we didn't make a deal."

"Huh? But you just agreed~"

"…Yeah, but don't you want something in return? Don't you want some sort of say in how Lucifer goes down? Something?"

"No, why would I want any of that?"

Dean just stood there, agape.

"I just want to be free and see my cute little son again. Goodness he must be worried sick! I hope he's been looking after himself~" Replied Death wistfully. But Dean found himself stumped once more, even as Death turned back to the remote control monster trucks.

"You… Did you just say… that you have a son?" The sickle in his back pocket was long forgotten at this point, and never in his entire life did Dean picture himself having such a wild conversation with such an old being.

"Yep~ His name is Death the Kid, and he's just the cutest little button of a son I could ask for~ Here! I even have photos of him!" Dean found himself literally side to side with Death himself, a small photo book in hand shoved under his nose until he took the book. The first picture he came across was of a boy, looking around fifteen years old, with bright yellow eyes, black hair, and pale skin. He wore normal looking clothes, with a bored look, borderline unimpressed, expression on his face. But what caught Dean's eyes the most, were the unusual three white strips on the left side of his hair.

"He doesn't look impressed, no offense."

"None taken! I'd taken that photo of him without his permission. If I'd asked he would've spent hours trying to make the photo symmetrical! Oh, here's him with his friends at the park, and here's a picture of him when he went on his first ever mission!"

At this point Dean was literally holding the photos, Death's large finger coming over his shoulder to point at certain people, telling him if they're friends or part of the family, students, or teachers. Dean couldn't even fathom the level of trust Death was giving him at the moment, but had to quickly remember that if he ever tried something, Death could quite literally end him within mere seconds. Throughout the album, however, there was one person that stood out.

"Who's he?"

"Oh, that's Spirit, he's my Death Scythe. He's also more of an assistant as well. He was one of the only people who was allowed to see Kid when he was a baby. Other than that, I like to play pranks on him."

Dean could literally do nothing but nod his head, trying and failing to imagine Death playing innocent pranks. It's still taking a while for Dean to get used to this level of bluntness. It isn't the same as Castiel's, who's lack of understanding to figure of speech had him confused. No, this level of bluntness was someone who understood, but just didn't care. Almost as if they saw no point in lying, and thought the truth to be funnier.

"Well, I guess you should get going." Death's voice became sullen, almost as if sad to see Dean go. "I'm relying on you at this moment to put a stop to Lucifer. Because for now I am powerless against him."

"I guess I'll be seeing you around soon after?"

"Why's that?" Inquired Death.

"…For your ring…" Supplied Dean, as if it provides all the answers. But after the near on half hour he spent with the being, Dean knew that stating the obvious just isn't enough sometimes.

"Oh, that! You can just throw it away~ I don't require a ring for my powers. I just transferred some of mine into it in order to seal Lucifer~ Once the deed is done and he's sealed it'll become useless~."

Dean remained silent, relying on a strained smiles and varies awkward facial expressions to somehow convey his answer. Just as he turned his back, a very bold move on his part, Death once more interrupts.

"Ah! Before you go! I need your help with one more thing!"

Dean slowly swivel on his heel, facing Death who once more stared at the toy's shelf. "Which one should I get? They all look so very tempting~"

Dean's gaze once more finds itself to the various size and colours of the remote control monster trucks, and remembering that Death, as trippy as it sounds, has a son.

"For your son?... Death the Kid?" Internally, Dean cringed at the choice in name, and felt a pang of sympathy for the kid.

"No~ I want it to prank Spirit. He has a fear of creepy dolls and was planning on putting one over the top and chasing him around the city with it."

Scratch that, Death truly is an evil being.

"If that's the case, maybe get something like a drone?" Suggested Dean awkwardly, thinking of how much of a wild tale this will be to Bobby and Sam. "You can do the same, but once you put the cover over it it'll look like the doll's flying. That way you can chase him practically anywhere with it. As well as record it."

Death was silent, having turned back to Dean with the intensity of his mask, before loudly clapping his hands together.

"I love it~! I can see us being best of friends! I'll film it so you watch too! Oh! That reminds me, I better tell you how to use the rings before you go off sealing the brat. Can't have you going off not knowing how to use the things, silly me~"

Dean couldn't tell if he is genuinely trying to explain how the rings work, or if he seriously has the mental capacity of a child. Not like he has the courage to say that to Death's face either. But when Dean still remained stumped after about five minutes of explanations, Death decided to write it down instead. And right now Dean felt like he's stepped through a worm hole and is back in grade 1 art class. Through the midst of ink blotches and squiggles, Dean could see a crude drawing of him, holding four circles joined together, to what he assumes are the rings, with picture-him throwing them to the ground. Above his head is a huge speech bubble, with a bunch of words Dean has no hope of pronouncing, especially with that horrid hand writing.

It's amazing how at first he was scared shitless, now he's communicating with Death as if talking to a kid.

"So, I put the rings together, throw them on any flat surface, and say these magic words and it opens the gate?" He asks slowly, using wild hand gestures as if it'll magically help fix this horrid communication problem.

"U-huh!"

"Okay, so, what do these words here say?" Asked Dean, turning the paper around as he points to the speech bubble. Death leans down, humming to himself; the two maintaining stances as Death seemingly reads his own atrocious hand writing.

"Bavo tamo ehn, tabege sa babalo ehn! Simple~!"

"Thanks. And you're absolutely sure that this is all correct? I'm not saying you're wrong or anything! It's just, I want to double triple check."

"Of course, of course! Everything is all correct!" At that moment, chains slowly manifested around his hands, glowing brightly with command as Death's frame slumped. His mask matching his mood.

"Looks like I've been called. Well, I enjoyed our time together. Hope to see more of you, kiddo~" With one playful hair ruffle, Death had vanished, leaving a stumped Dean with a crude instruction manual on how to seal Lucifer.

When Death remarked about them being friends, Dean awkwardly shook it off, smiling nervously before hightailing it out of there. Never, in his entire life, did he actually think Death would be serious.