“I’m Charlie,” Charlie replied without even really considering it. It was just sort of an automatic response. Which she felt she could be excused for in light of the roughly million and two questions she had. The first one that found voice, though, was, “We can eat?”
It sounded to her own ears like a stupid question. But she hadn’t really had a chance to learn much about this whole being dead thing yet. Undead. A reaper. Whatever was happening here. Her next question was, “What do you mean by ‘meat in a ziploc’? And what does peach cobbler have to do with being dead?”
Those questions would have to take a backseat, though, because she thought she heard somebody running. Two somebodies, to be more precise. And it had been roughly the right amount of time since she had called. At least, she thought it had. And while she was pretty sure she could convince Sam and Dean it was her, even if she didn’t look like herself, getting stabbed still didn’t sound like it would be a good way to start off this whole reaper thing. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she could die again. Was it possible to kill a reaper?
With a tinge of nerves in her voice, Charlie asked, “Can we die? I mean, they can’t kill us if we’re dead, right?”
“Hi Charlie.” Of course, George knew her name. Well, most of her name. Enough that the only reason she hadn’t outright greeted the woman was simply a common courtesy. “We can very much eat, and enjoy all of the pleasures of the flesh. Waffles are the best post death meal, long-standing tradition to frequent the greasy wonderland of Waffle Houses.” Besides, she wanted waffles. That counted as well, didn’t it?
“What remains of an adult human after a flaming toilet seat from a de-orbiting space station can easily fit in a ziploc. I found that out the hard way, but it was certainly a memorable death. Before I had been officially assigned a meat suit, the Reaper in charge of myself and the others gave me a little talk. It actually helped, as weird as it was.” She kept glancing towards the door, she had heard far too much about the Winchester brothers and none of it led her to believe that they wouldn’t stab first.
“We can’t die, but it will hurt. You get used to it, but getting stabbed hurts regardless.”
“Oh...” Charlie replied. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. It took her a moment before she replied, “Waffle House sounds good.”
Unfortunately, Sam and Dean seemed to have beaten them to the punch. The brothers both reached for their weapons the moment they spotted the two reapers. Charlie immediately stopped short, raising her hands in the universal gesture of ‘no harm.’
“Hey guys,” she greeted meekly. “It’s me. It’s Charlie. I, uh, you weren’t quite in time. You might not wanna go in there.”
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