Death!Billie x Reaper!Dean
Billie loved her work; reaping souls, helping them move on. The constant ebb and flow of cosmic order. Dean Winchester... did not fit into that order. Never had, never would. Catching feelings for a human so chaotic was the last thing she ever expected to do. Until she did. It took some time, some distance, a new promotion and fresh eyes to see where this one guy belonged, but when the pieces fell into place, they made perfect, harmonious, sense.
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Dean had always had a special connection with Death. From the first time he'd escaped by a frayed thread, (his dying heart exchanged by a Reaper on a leash--exchanged for another guy who hadn't deserved to take his place), to the hundred and sixth time he actually bit it. Wasn't all that surprising what grew from that was a kind of… longing, love. Death made him feel safe in a way life never could. Brought him peace. Falling for Her felt like coming home.
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When Dean opened his eyes, really opened them for the last-first time, Billie was there waiting for him, just like she promised.
"Welcome back, stranger."
"Are you taking me to the Empty?" Dean asked, pressing a hand to the hollow place in his chest where a werewolf's claws had stopped his heart for good.
A smile tugged at the corner of Billie's lips as she held out her hand. "Not this time. Come on, we've got work to do."
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some extra rare (zero fics on Ao3) Dean x Billie for @spnrareships <3
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