Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing With Death ❯ Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Over Another Year?

She could hear voices talking quietly around her, she could recognise two of them as her guardian and her father however the other two she vaguely recognised but couldn't place. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was...oh god the crash! She had been in an accident with an eighteen wheeler. How the hell had she survived that? She remembered blacking out and the other two voices she could hear where the two men that had found her, but what the hell where they doing here now? Her eyes snapped open and then a searing ache cut across her head. God how bright was it!? She closed them quickly again with a groan and then slowly opened them blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the morning light. How long had she been out exactly? Soon she saw the face of Death hovering over her.
'Winter? It's good to see you awake. We were beginning to wonder if you ever would.' He spoke quietly; she could see his relief in his eyes.
'Where am I and how did I get here?' She asked of him her voice scratchy with disuse.
'You are in the Blue Motel. I brought you here after the accident so that Castiel could see to your injuries.' He answered bluntly.
'So...how long have I been out?'
'You have been out for about a week and a half my dear.' It was Castiel that spoke then appearing on the other side of her. 'You sustained serious injuries from the crash both external and internal. I healed you as best I could, but the remaining internal injuries had to heal on their own. Judging by the fact that you're awake it seems the fates sought to see you remain on this plain.'
'A week and a half! Huh can't say I feel as rested as that.' She responded sarcastically. Then she slowly pulled herself up to rest against the head board.
'Can we get you anything?' Castiel asked.
'Yeah...pie and coffee. I could do with a shower as well.' Winter answered.
'Hah! I like this chick, for Death's daughter she's awesome.' Dean piped up from the table he and Sam where sitting at.
'You hardly know me, but thanks I guess.' Winter said looking over at him curiously.
'Lady I don't need to know you all I need to know is pie and coffee, woman after my own heart.' Dean replied with a cheeky grin.
'Well I would say beer too, but strictly no alcohol while aboard the mama express.' She answered with a chuckle.
'You just keep getting better and better. Death, buddy, well done with siring this one.' Dean said then 'I'll do the breakfast run, can't have a woman craving pie and coffee and not get it...especially a pregnant one.' He shuddered at this causing Winter to laugh.
'Yeah we can kill and plead temporary insanity to get away with it. Those hormones are killers I swear.'
Dean shook his head, getting up then and grabbing Sammy dragging him out the door.
'Well, he's refreshing. So, I need to shower excuse me dad, Cas.' Winter said getting up from the bed but as soon as she was standing she staggered slightly nearly falling but Death caught her before she did.
'Winter, you're still weak child, maybe you should wait until you eat?' He suggested.
'No, I need to shower, I can smell myself and it's sickening. Help me to the bathroom; you can stay outside the door if you're going to do the whole worried father thing.' Winter counter suggested. Death sighed then and nodded supporting her to the bathroom and closing the door.
Castiel shook his head and sighed, this was probably the first that he had seen any Death that had been, so attentive to a child. He had a feeling that the impartiality that was demanded during this time wasn't going to happen. How could it? It was one of the many rules that he couldn't understand. How could anyone ask a being to be impartial toward their own child? It was impossible; no being could feel anything less than love and adoration toward a mate, child or grandchild. The rules where ridiculous and preposterous, sometimes he wondered if the rule makers even thought about it all properly, or if they just sat around the council table and threw ideas at each other and then chose what ones to accept and put forth...idiots the lot of them.
He watched from his throne room, which looked more like a personal study than an antechamber. He couldn't understand how Lucifer could stand the old rustic medieval look. Crowley found that an office look gave a shit ton more nervousness to anyone that got their ass hauled in to see him. It was extremely effective.
The whole stone chamber with a throne dead centre had always made him want to laugh any time he'd got hauled to see Lucifer. He was sure that all the other demons and reps at the time felt the same as he had back then. It all did look a bit ridiculous, but if you'd wanted to keep your head firmly attached you said nothing about it.
But that wasn't important now, what was important was what he had just seen through his pensieve pool. Death had offspring!? And was due to become granddaddy to a bouncing bundle of joy? Had it really been four millennia already? Hmmm how time flies and all that, so Christ was due to make is ascension to daddy's throne was he?
Well this could be used to his advantage; he knew a certain someone who would be positively dying to find out about this little tid bit of news. What wonderfully evil things you could do with the child and grandchild of death. However he'd be damned if he was giving that bitch any leverage, Abbadon could rot in purgatory for all he cared, bloody knight was a pain in his arse. Hmm he felt that it where time for a little deal brokering between himself, the Winchesters, Castiel and the Angel of Death. So with this in mind he fazed himself top side and straight into the motel room that everyone was currently occupying.