A/N: HI EVERYBODY! Thank you so much to everyone who has followed/favorited/reviewed and been so patient with me for so long! You guys are amazing! I lost my motivation for this story for a while, but I think I've gotten my grove back and I'm ready to write again! So without further ado: Here it is!

WBB 13

"….'s never fainted before. I think your friend shocked him into an overload."

That's Sam's voice….

"Yes he can be rather much at times. I apologize for the inconvenience."

English. But that's not Sebastian. Who? Who are they talking about? What the hell happened to me?

"It's no problem, there was no harm done. Thank you for your assistance in stopping him, I don't what to think what would have happened if he had gotten his hands on- Dean! You're awake! How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Does your head hurt?"

"'M fine Sammy, just give me some breathing room." Dean slowly sat up from his reclining position on, what appeared to be, Bobby's couch and looked at the assembled faces gathered around him.

Sam was standing over him, looking vaguely worried, and next to him was a man Dean had never seen before, but who he presumed to be the owner of the second voice. The man was tall, pale, and severe looking, with sensible square glasses framing piercing green eyes. He was wearing a plain, but well-kept, black suit and black gloves, and in one hand he held a hedge trimmer. This confused Dean greatly, but before he could make a snarky remark about well-dressed lawn-boys, movement at the entrance to the living room caught his eye.

Obviously alerted by Sam's exclamation of 'Dean!' the rest of the gang had decided to peek their heads around the door and have a look. From the way Undertaker's chin was resting on Ciel's fluffy head it seemed that the Reaper had yet to put the boy down. Much to Sebastian's chagrin, if his frown was anything to go by. Though that frown turned into a smug smile as it was turned towards Dean, who realized with a chill that he had fainted in front of everyone.

I will NEVER live this down. Dean thought despairingly, blushing bright red.

"Dean, are you alright?" Cas had managed to poke his head through the rather crowded doorway to give Dean the saddest puppy-dog look he had ever seen, which quickly became disgruntled as the angel was jostled and nearly shoved back through the doorway by Pluto, who was trying (and failing) to remove Ciel from the Undertaker's hold. This of course had the grey-haired reaper in hysterics, and left Ciel feeling a bit like a toy being fought over by two children.

Sebastian stood and watched as the tug-of-war escalated with barely concealed amusement. Cas was shoved a few more times before, with a flap of his wings, the angel was suddenly standing at the foot of the couch and giving Dean the puppy-dog eyes again.

"I'm fine Cas." Dean sighed, helpless under the stare of those baby-blues. "But what the hell happened?"
Sam exchanged a look with the pale man next to him, who sighed and stretched out his hand.

"My name is William T. Spears, I am one of the Reapers in charge of handling Ciel Phantomhive's case."
Dean shook the Reapers' hand.

"Nice to meet'cha, now can someone please tell me what the HELL happened?!" Dean asked/demanded.
Sam opened his mouth to answer, but the suited Reaper cut him off.

"You fainted." William stated. "It seems that meeting us so abruptly, plus the trauma of being pursued by that," He jabbed one gloved thumb over his shoulder at a lumpy, quivering pile of clothes in the far corner of the room. "It all added together and overloaded your synapses and your brain temporarily shut itself down to protect your psyche."

Dean blinked up at William for a moment, glanced over at Cas and Sam (who was trying valiantly not to giggle) and then turned his attention to the lump of limbs and clothing in the corner.

The late morning sun slanted through Bobby's big bay window, warming Dean's back, but throwing the rest of the room into shadow. Dean squinted into the gloom and scooted forward until his butt was barely on the couch, trying to make out the details of the shaky pile. For some reason his gut was telling him not to get any closer.

Red. The whole thing was red. No wait, that bit was black, those could be legs,…..was that a hand?
It was. A white gloved hand was sticking out of pile, and over on the other side, at the end of what were definitely legs, were a pair of feet clad in black, high-heeled boots.

Curious now, Dean slid off the couch and approached the pile, which he was fairly sure was a person.

"Dean, you might not want to do that." Sam warned, reaching out a hand to stop him.

"Ow!" Sam jerked his hand back as William smacked it with his clipper.

"If your brother wishes to risk his neck for the sake of his curiosity. On his own head be it." The Reaper said.

"I'll be find Sammy. What could possibly go wrong?" Dean said with a smirk.
Sam just rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch to watch, William and Cas stood on either side of him.

Dean looked down at the still shaking lump, fervently wishing that he had a stick to poke it with. He settled for nudging it with his toe. The lump twitched but that was all.
Dean kneeled down and gave it another nudge, with his hand this time.

Thaaaat's a shitton of hair. Dean thought. The person, whoever it was, was covered by a curtain of long, crimson hair. As well as a long trenchcoat that was a few shades darker than the copious amount of hair.
It was quite obvious by this point that Dean was looking at a human, or at least a humanoid creature. Why it was whimpering, Dean still didn't know.

Deciding he was done being timid, the hunter reached out and rolled the creature over.

The hell is wrong with it's face?! Dean thought.
It was definitely a creature, the mouth full of serrated teeth said as much, but weather it was male or female, Dean couldn't tell. It's face was a mass of blood and purpling bruises, and was that a broken nose? One of it's acid green eyes was swollen shut, but the other one was trained on Dean with startling intensity.
Is it's eye sparkling?

Suddenly the back of Dean's neck was grabbed and his face was jerked forward to meet the creature's in a sloppy kiss.

Dean couldn't form a coherent thought for the longest ten seconds of his life, luckily the press of an unfamiliar tongue against his lips snapped him out of his stupor and he ripped himself away.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Dean Shouted.

"Ahhhhhhh! A kiss from a handsome knight has revived me! I am a super deadly reaper once again!"

The man (now that it was standing Dean could tell from the incredibly flat chest he could see under its short, black vest) seemed to be fully healed, and his shark teeth were on full display in a lusty cheshire grin.

"Wha…?" Dean was very confused.

He cautiously tore his eyes away from the flamboyant reaper and glanced back toward Sam, Cas, and William.
William had one hand on his head, apparently trying to massage away an oncoming headache. Where Souled-Sam would have been giggling uncontrollably, Robo-Sam was leaning against the couch and just smirking meanly. Clearly he enjoyed seeing his brother pounced on and violated. Dean sent him a scathing glare.

Cas seemed to be trying to set the red-haired reaper on fire with the force of his eyes alone. Dean felt seared by the heat in those baby-blues and they weren't even looking at him.

There was a quiet thump behind him and Dean spun around to find that the red-head and his shark grin were MUCH closer than they had been a moment ago.

"Well hello there sexy." the reaper purred in a voice that sent unpleasant shivers down Dean's spine. He had absolutely no problem imagining the owner of that voice trying to entice small children into his sketchy van with promises of toys and candy.

"Uhhhhhh….Hi." Dean awkwardly replied.
As a rule, Dean did NOT like having supernatural creatures so far in his personal space….except for Cas of course. But then Cas was different in ways that Dean was not at all comfortable contemplating at that particular moment.

"Oh you are exceptionally handsome for a human!" The reaper crowed as he slowly inched even closer to the creeped out hunter.

"I am Grell Sutcliff, retrieval reaper extraordinaire! Allow me to make you even more handsome by drenching you in beautiful RED!"
With that, Grell pulled a massive chainsaw from thin air and proceeded to rev it menacingly.

"Gah!"
Dean had stood up to many terrifying things during his long tenure as a hunter, but something about this reaper with a sharks grin, hitting on him and attempting to murder him at the same time that shook him to the core.

Luckily, the hunter was saved from a chainsaw to the gut by a well-placed book to the reapers' face.

"Hey! Some of those are over 100 years old! Quit throwing them around!" Bobby yelled from the kitchen.
William just raised an appraising eyebrow, but obediently put down the encyclopedia he had armed himself with.

"Will!" Grell wailed indignantly, a red book print now covering most of his face. "Why have you betrayed me this way!?"

"We do not have time to deal with your insanity Grell." William said, adjusting his glasses with the end of his hedge-trimmers. "We are here to monitor the reincarnated soul of Ciel Phantomhive and determine what should be done, if anything, about removing the soul of Sam Winchester from Lucifer's cage."

"What do you mean "if anything"!? You WILL be bringing back his soul!" Dean shouted.
William turned impassive green eyes on the hunter and adjusted his glasses again.

"Venturing into Hell is no easy task, even for a Death God. Before we can authorize an incursion into one of its most heavily fortified regions we must decide whether the soul in question is worth the risk. Your personal opinions on the matter are irrelevant."
Dean snapped his mouth shut and swallowed his protests, instead choosing to glare at the uppity reaper, who ignored him.

"Heeee hee hee! In order to make a fully informed decision, we will be staying with you boys for a little while and observing your actions. Don't worry, you won't even know we're here! HEE HEE HEE!" Undertaker laughed from the kitchen.
Dean's eyes widened comically and he slumped over onto the couch and put his head in his hands.

"Oh God. Kill me now."

TBC