Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing With Death ❯ Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: Chapter 5: That I Can't See?

'So here you three are!? I have been looking everywhere! It got so bad that I even travelled to the Enigmatis Galaxy and you Mortem know exactly how I feel aboutthatparticular galactic area.' A woman with blazing red hair, porcelain skin and ruby lips said. Her hair actually seemed tosmoulderwith her irritation.
'Yes well,' Death began clearing his throat and facing the woman that had just appeared in the room, then continued. 'My dear, you knew we were here on earth so why didn't you just check down here first hmm?'
'Oh wow! What a freakin' amazing idea, how come I didn't think of that? Oh wait I did and I did! I couldn't locate Castiel nor you or Winter, did you activate that blasted cloaker again? Because if you did, you know that makes all of you undetectable toanyoneand that includes me. How many times do I have to tell you to fix that damned thing so that I can find you!? Oh mercy how the hell have I stayed bonded to you for so long?' The woman ranted her hair appearing to begin blazing.
'I don't know dear, I ask myself the same question about you multiple times a day.' Death answered dryly.
'Oh what a response, you are hilarious I'm splitting sides here. Anyway, now that I have found you I'm staying. Now how is my baby girl?'
'Whoa, whoa hold on here! Who are you lady and why you crashing the party?' Dean asked irritation lacing his voice.
'This Dean, is my mate. I introduce you to Life.' Death said tiredly.
'Life!? As in Life?' Sam asked shell shocked.
'Yes you big honey. I'm that thing that when you say 'yeah things are going good', I take it as a personal challenge, laugh and reply with 'yeah...wait a sec'. I am the reason everyone in this room, minus Mortem here, is alive and kicking and why you began breathing in the first place.' Life responded perkily with a grin.
'God damn...you're a sentient being? I don't believe this. I've past weirdsville and gone straight to crazy city. What the Hell?' Dean cut in with wide eyes.
This was insane, how could life be an actual person a being? Death being married and having a kid was insane, and a daughter at that, the daughter of death c'mon really it was like a bad horror flick. He had to have been knocked on the head and was now in a coma that was the only explanation for this.
'No, I'm a sentient higher being actually. Higher than any God I'm second only to my husband here. Huh? Guess we finally figured out that age old question what came first the chicken or the egg.' Life mused absentmindedly.
'Yes, yes why are you staying?' Death asked.
'Why should I have a reason?' Life fired back.
'You can't stay here, you're pregnant'
'I cannot not stay here, I'm pregnant.' Was the counter.
'Oh for the Gods woman, can you not be difficult for once? It's dangerous down here at present.' Death snapped his annoyance toward his mate rising quickly.
'No I can't be anything other than difficult, I love pissing you off too much and that my darling is why I'm staying here.' Life countered once again plopping herself down into a seat with a huff.
That did it for Sam and Dean and both busted up laughing so hard that they ended up on the floor clutching at their stomachs. Oh God the woman was brilliant. She was definitely one of a kind, metaphorically and literally.
'Oh well seems I missed the start of the party, how shameful. Hello mom, how are you? I haven't seen you in ages. Di d you drop by to makes Dad's existence hell as usual or is it social?' Winter asked brightly and with a smile.
'Oh it was a bit of both my lovely.' Life answered as she pulled her daughter into a tight hug. 'Now, where has a girl got to go to get some good fries around here?' She asked deadly serious causing the Winchesters to bust up laughing all over again.
She took a deep breath, it felt so good to be topside again. It had taken her a hell (no pun intended) of a long time to claw her way back from the pits, which she had been forced back to.
Sam may have killed her vessel, but amazingly he hadn't killedher.would have found it miraculous that is, if she had believed in miracles to begin with. No, she was pretty sure someone or something had saved her life before it left her completely. She just had to find out what or who as she definitely owed them a fruit basket.
She was pissed with Sam for killing her, well attempting to kill her. Vengeance wasn't far from her mind, but her accursed feelings where stopping her from going the full way and exacting it. She did many things, but lying to herself was not one of them, no she had never lied to herself and she was damned sure she was not going to start doing it now.
Even though she had betrayed and tricked Sam, she yearned for his forgiveness. How ironic that she, a demon, would seek repentance now after all these centuries. It was laughable really when she thought about it. It was all so very...human of her. Jesus she really had become a pathetic excuse for a demon, chasing after the love of a mortal hunter. What exactly had become of her? She wondered just when it had been that she had gone soft in the head?
Everything had seemed so clear cut when she had started out on this ridiculous mission. Get the trust of the Winchesters. Isolate Sam. Get him to take that which enabled him to use his psychic power. Use him to raise Lucifer then kill Sam. Simple, uncomplicated and most importantly it had been clear. What had happened? What had caused her to hold him in so high a regard?
She had thought that it had been the night at the farm house when they had slept together. But however she soon pushed that aside as ridiculous, it was and had been just been sex right? Now though, she wasn't so sure.
Sam was alluring and captivating, a girl would have to be blind not to realise that as soon as they met him. He had an aura of restrained power about him a certain type of unflappability and it was hard to resist. He took most things in his stride and if it bothered him he rarely showed it, but if he did, his temper was as terrifying as it was beautiful. When you witnessed it you didn't quite know whether to hide from him or to ravish him, it really was all a terrible liability to anyone with alternate motives regarding him.
She was brought out of her thoughts by a husky, slow and feminine voice, oh fabulous just what did she want?
'Ya' know Ruby, as soon as you find him and confront him he's going to kill you, and this time sugar, he'll make sure it sticks.'
'What do you care Meg? You despise me, you'd sooner dance in my entrails rather than warn me off of Sam.' Ruby answered.
'Ohhh I love it when you get all kinky like that, it makes my meat suit feel all tingly and fuzzy. It's true I'd rather see you as a pool of gooey mess, but that doesn't mean I have to let you go on a suicide mission.' Meg drawled sweetly.
'Again Meg, why do you care?' Ruby responded acidly.
'Because, any upset caused to the Winchesters upsets their little white winged birdie and I can't allow that. And you, sweetness, will cause a whole lotta' upset.' Meg snapped in retaliation.
She honestly hated dealing with Ruby she always had done from the day and hour she had to be her training wheels when she'd first come to hell. It had been, well, hell spending so much time with the acerbic woman and God the arrogance had been unbearable. She couldn't figure out what had been worse having to put up with her viper tongue or her 'holier than thou' attitude, close call, but she would have preferred it, if running the bitch through had been an option. She was still contemplating running her through with the angel blade she carried at all times, at least then she would know that the job had been done good and proper, aint no one getting out of that.
However, contrary to common belief, Meg wasn't stupid. She had been round the block enough times to know something big was going down to have brought Ruby back, the question was what? No, Ruby was here for a reason and it had something to do with the Winchesters...as fucking usual there was nothing big that had happened that hadn't had them dead centre of the whole debacle. So, once again, she didn't have the option to impale Ruby, damn. As much as she shuddered admitting it, the wench was needed for something, else she wouldn't be topside again. Having started begrudgingly coming to terms with the fact that Ruby had to be left walking, Meg just had to find out what was going down now. So without another word to her once pupil she fazed to outside of where her little birdie was staying. He would sense her and as usual come to see what had her dropping by. She'd explain the situation and hopefully get some answers herself. Hmm yes, ot was a simple enough plan what could possibly go wrong? She'd soon realise that those were most certainly famous last words. Too bad she hadn't been blessed or damned, depending on the outlook, with precognitive abilities...