Wow: Late

Word Count: 100

Summary: Death sees something in Dean.

Disclaimer: writing for fun, not for profit. SPN does not belong to me!

My mind just went in two different directions for this prompt, so I ended up writing both of them.

Dean's staring at the table, the food, the cutlery. His eyes flit restlessly, drawn to the bodies strewn haphazardly across the restaurant. He's having dinner with Death, again, and he avoids looking at the other…. man, until he speaks.

"Something wrong?" There's no emotion in the voice, no inflection and Dean shudders.

"What do you want?"

"You."

Dean stiffens, but doesn't move. What would be the point?

"You intrigue me, Dean. You've got power. Hell knows. Heaven knows. I know. When you are finally, and irrevocably, the lateDean Winchester, you'll know. The two of us, Dean; imagine the possibilities."