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17: [Action] Don't Fear the Reaper
Jan. 16th, 2011 02:19 am[ooc; This is just gonna be reserved for The Operator, Dean, and Castiel to write in. But if you enjoy disembowelment, feel free to read~]
There are a lot worse things that Dean Winchester could be doing with his time than hunting down something that he isn't completely, one-hundred percent knowledgeable about.
Vampires are easy. Cut the head off.
Werewolves shot with a silver bullet.
Ghosts? Salt and burn the remains.
But reapers...the last time Dean's seen a reaper, he was hanging in limbo, waiting to die in a hospital. It wasn't so bad, then. It had taken the form of a young woman named Tessa, startlingly pretty and unfailingly sympathetic to the mortality of humans. Infinitely wise. His first experience had been less pleasant. Dean's first real brush with death was a little over a year ago: heart attack thanks to a fuck-up with a 10,000 Volt stun-gun trying to kill something on the job, and he landed an all-expenses-paid trip to the Great Beyond. Prognosis wasn't good: Six weeks, at best. But a local faith healer had cured him, at the price of someone else's life. Someone controlled a reaper.
Someone was playing God.
In those last moments of consciousness when Faith Healer Roy Le Grange had laid hands upon him, Dean saw a tall, pale man in a dark suit.
The Operator obviously isn't going to play nice. Dean can't reason with it, like he did with Tessa. There's the chance that it could be controlled by someone, the way Le Grange's reaper was, but everyone in this godforsaken place is scared of the damn thing, so that's outta the cards. Maybe it just went rogue.
"Aaaaand I don't even know how the Hell I'm s'posed to kill it," Dean mutters to himself, snapping his father's journal shut and tucking it into his duffel bag. He's armed with a decent amount of weapons, ranging from salt-rounded shotguns to silver knives - because you can't take any chances with Death - and an angel.
Dean takes a deep breath, staring up at the forbidding woods with a tight frown on his face.
"You ready, Cas?"
There are a lot worse things that Dean Winchester could be doing with his time than hunting down something that he isn't completely, one-hundred percent knowledgeable about.
Vampires are easy. Cut the head off.
Werewolves shot with a silver bullet.
Ghosts? Salt and burn the remains.
But reapers...the last time Dean's seen a reaper, he was hanging in limbo, waiting to die in a hospital. It wasn't so bad, then. It had taken the form of a young woman named Tessa, startlingly pretty and unfailingly sympathetic to the mortality of humans. Infinitely wise. His first experience had been less pleasant. Dean's first real brush with death was a little over a year ago: heart attack thanks to a fuck-up with a 10,000 Volt stun-gun trying to kill something on the job, and he landed an all-expenses-paid trip to the Great Beyond. Prognosis wasn't good: Six weeks, at best. But a local faith healer had cured him, at the price of someone else's life. Someone controlled a reaper.
Someone was playing God.
In those last moments of consciousness when Faith Healer Roy Le Grange had laid hands upon him, Dean saw a tall, pale man in a dark suit.
The Operator obviously isn't going to play nice. Dean can't reason with it, like he did with Tessa. There's the chance that it could be controlled by someone, the way Le Grange's reaper was, but everyone in this godforsaken place is scared of the damn thing, so that's outta the cards. Maybe it just went rogue.
"Aaaaand I don't even know how the Hell I'm s'posed to kill it," Dean mutters to himself, snapping his father's journal shut and tucking it into his duffel bag. He's armed with a decent amount of weapons, ranging from salt-rounded shotguns to silver knives - because you can't take any chances with Death - and an angel.
Dean takes a deep breath, staring up at the forbidding woods with a tight frown on his face.
"You ready, Cas?"
