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Harry watched unamused as the man spoke: "Hello, Death?"

Harry snorted: "You're joking."

The man turned and stared at him: "Who are you?!"

"You really are joking" Harry guessed: "Well, seems like you bound me" bounds flickered between his stretched hands: "What can I do for you guys?"

"Who are you? We asked for Death, and I know for a fact, you are not him!" Dean said, pointing at Harry.

"You have dealt with Death before, I see" Harry said: "Well, the man is on vacation. Permanently."

Dean gaped at him: "Then who are you?"

"I am his replacement. And now I remember, Death has dealt with you before."

"Um... a permanent vacation?"

"You know, when you die, they call it that? He handed the torch to me, so to speak. Back then I wasn't as practised as I am right now, so I kind of lost control over my powers, which was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to rest, he had enough. And now I am stuck with a shitty job and you guys binding me. So what will it be? New brains for tall guy over there?" he asked, pointing at the tallest of the two: "Eternal youth for him?" he gestured to the old man: "Or do you just want me to kill them?" he then asked, pointing at the two bound persons.

"We want you to kill God" the dumbest of the trio said.

"Kill God? Are you out of your mind? Why would I want to do that?" Death asked.

"He's murdering all over the place!" Tall guy said.

"Indeed he is" Death said: "It has given me a lot more work than I had thought. He doesn't like to kill off his creations... I wonder."

"So kill him!"

Now a new figure entered the room. "Amazing, I didn't want to kill you, but now..."

"You can't kill us" dumby said: "Death's our bitch. We ain't gonna die even if God pulls the trigger."

"Annoying little protozoa, aren't they?" Harry asked, before cocking his head to the side: "God? You look awfully like a mutated angel to me. Problem? Keeping your vessel from exploding?"

"I'm not going to explode, once I finish my work I'll repair myself."

"And how are you going to do that, shiny – excuse me, not so shiny anymore. With those creatures locked into you, I'm surprised you haven't died yet. But perhaps that has to do with the fact that the souls help you keep them away."

"Creatures, you mean like vampires?" dumbey asked.

"Older creatures, Leviathan. Nothing Mr Angel can handle. The souls will lose power, slowly but surely. And, in the end he won't be able to hold the old ones back."

"I am God! If anyone can it has to be me."

"I know God, and you, sir, are no God."

The angel stared walking towards Death.

"I don't care what you call him, just kill him." Dumbey spoke louder than Harry had expected, but his hand already raised to fulfil my masters request.

The angel snapped his finger and my bonds disappeared. "Thanks" Death said, before he moved his hand to Castiel's stomach, drawing death to all the souls and Leviathans in him. The angel gasped and after he killed all of them in him the angel fell backwards.

"Well, he isn't God anymore" Death grinned, before walking over to the bag of food on the table: "Doesn't mean I am happy with you, though. How dare you bind me like that." He opened the bag and picked up the pickle chips. "What the hell is this?" he asked, frowning: "If you ever call me again for a stupid reason, I will make sure it is the last thing you ever do." He disappeared.

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Lady Blue Shadow