Death Dean x Reaper-reader

"Hello boys." You cooed, and walked around them. They stood, stern, as they watched the dying bastard that was the demon. "And hello mr. I hope you have fun." You walked up and placed a hand on his head. The life drained out of him, like normal. You turned to the boys and high fived yourself. "Another job well done." You smiled and disappeared. But you knew you'd see the brothers soon enough.

--lazy time skip!!!--

"Oh! Hey guys! Who is it this-" You froze, staring at Sam, who was sobbing and clutching Dean's hand. "I thought you didn't want to die in a hospital?" You walked over to Dean, a sad expression coating your face.

"Who?" He turned and saw you. Unlike most reapers, you looked fairly normal. Like a human. The only difference is that most people couldn't see you. "Yeah...who are you?"

"Dean? Who are you talking to?" Sam swiveled his head in your direction, but you just shook your head.

"I'm a reaper, Dean. Your personal reaper, if you will. I'm the one that follows you guys and kills the bastards you guys kill. And you too, I guess."

"Heh. Make it fast, will ya?"

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"All those times you thought they were being scared of you?"

"What about them?"

"They were actually being scared of me." You smiled, and winced when his laughs turned to racking coughs. "You okay? You sound like death."

"Like you can talk."

"Dean? Who are you talking to?"

"Just the nice reaper lady who's going to steal my soul." You smiled at the remark and crouched down next to him.

"Sorry Dean."

"What?! Dean! Fight her!"

"You can't kill death, Sammy."

"Ain't I glad of that." You reached forward, then stopped. "Unless..."

"What?" Dean looked up at you, sad. Sam was glaring all around Dean, trying to find where you were.

"Well...miracles happen. And since you guys are good for business...I guess this once you can live." Dean's face broke into a smile. "But Dean. This is once, okay? I can't do it after this, got it?"

"Yeah. Thanks." You placed a hand on his forehead and watched as life seeped into him. "Wait." His face clouded with doubt. "I just killed someone, didn't I?"

"Not really. He was dead anyway. He was about to be hit by a car. I just killed him first." Dean smiled.

"That's more like it!" He frowned as you faded from his sight. "You there?"

"Yea-"







You smiled, watching Dean regale Sam with stories about your meeting. Your one and only meeting. He called you the angel of death, and said you were beauty yourself. "Yeah, well, Death can be beautiful and kind, too, y'know."  

"Hey? Angel of Death? I know you're probably standing right behind me." He cleared his throat as Sam looked at him, weirded out. "And, uh, thanks."

"Welcome. You're welcome. Now go kill stuff so I can take their life."


--time skip to them hunting!--

You followed them down the creepy staircase. "Okay, Sam, you go left. I'll go right."

"Got it." You paused, then followed Dean.

"Okay, Angel of Death? Now would be a good time to just kill it before we get there."

"Buuut Deeeean. I don't wanna. You have to kill it first." Then you smiled. "But I could kill that ghoul that's about to try and eat your face." It stepped back, cowering as you stepped foreward. "Oh yeah. I am so joining this team."