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Hello Death
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Death or Reaper Dean watercolour picture ♥ I’ve always loved Appointment in Samarra. I’ve seen a gifset of 9x14 where Dean was handling a scythe and felt inspired! I haven’t drawn in watercolours in a while (generally I haven’t drawn in a while!) so it ended up being somewhat messy but I still like it.
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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Fic (and art) on AO3
Aww yes reaper!Dean and angel!Cas is the best. Any chance of getting a snippet more of that au?
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“Dean, what are you doing?”
Dean looked up at the alarmed voice, squinting and liftinghis hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Or maybe that was the light ofCastiel’s Grace. He grunted and turned back to stare at the bottle of whiskeyin his hand. It was almost completely empty. Two more lay in piles of shatteredglass at his feet.
The worst part of it all was that Dean could will himselfsober at a moment’s notice. But in this instance he felt the shriek of hisliver in pain, the stab of his kidneys in time with his heartbeat, the way hisstomach felt gurgly and unsteady and his eyesight was unfocused and black atthe edges.
“Drinkin’,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes,tipping the bottle back to finish it off.
It never made it to his mouth. Castiel stepped forward andsnatched it from him and threw it away to the other side of the street, whereit smashed and splattered on the rain-soaked concrete. Dean watched it breakand drip onto the ground and heaved a sigh, pushing himself to his feet.
“Look,” Dean said, jabbing a finger againstCastiel’s chest. “That stunt you pulled with the train almost got theever-loving shit beaten outta me, and if you’re gonna keep on hoverin’ aroundme like a Goddamn mother, you can go fuck yourself.”
“Dean -.” Castiel reached out for the reaper as heturned away, ready to stalk back down the street, and Dean whirled on him, hisscythe drawn. He pressed the outward curve of the blade against Castiel’sthroat and bared his teeth in a snarl.
“The fuck you want from me?” he demanded. Hispretty green eyes were bright with anger, glassy from the alcohol. His entirebeing seemed to burn red from it, lit up, hot and angry and Castiel could feelhis anger like a physical thing, pressing against his hands and face. Still,the hand holding his scythe was deadly steady, the blade pressed against hisneck. “I ain’t one of Thursday’s children, you got nothin’ to do with me,or me with you.”
“That isn’t why I -.”
Castiel stopped speaking and, after a moment, Dean loweredhis scythe until the tip touched the ground. He swallowed hard, his eyes brightwith emotion. Castiel took a cautious step forward, holding out a hand until hecould touch Dean’s cheek. Dean flinched, showing his teeth in a half-heartedgrowl.
“Dean, that’s not why I spend so much time with you.I’m so sorry that my intercession hurt you, but not that I interfered.”
“I know,” Dean said, and lifted his free hand towipe at his mouth, before he shook his head. “Not even mad about that. Iknew you’d do it. That’s what you Angels do,fuck with people and make them clean up your Goddamn mess.”
Castiel frowned. “Dean -.”
“I’m done, Castiel,” Dean said. “You seemlike a decent enough guy, but you can't…we ain’t even the same fuckin’ species,man, and we’re not supposed to be friends.”
“Dean -.”
“Let me leave,” Dean said, taking a step back.“Let me fly away. Leave me alone.” Castiel reached for him but Deanturned and spread his wings out, disappearing from sight in the blink of aneye. Castiel’s fingers curled around empty air.
He fell to his knees and then moved to sit on the side ofthe road, next to the puddle that Dean’s alcohol had made when he’d thrown it.He closed his eyes, sorrow sweeping across his shoulders and weighing heavilyupon them, and put his head in his hands.
Didn't you have an idea with death!Dean and angel cas a while ago? If I remember right it sounded amazing. ;) All the feels
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaas.
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In my non-skilled reaper Dean AU:
The Reapers, bringing Dean's to Heaven like some unwanted rescue cat
Dean, trying one last time: I was good at my job!
Tessa: You were the worst. You're the first Reaper to get fired. We had to invent a protocol for this.
Dean, trying to hold on his dignity: You didn't let me finish.
Tessa: Right. What were you going to say.
Dean: I was good at my job… *whisper* if my job was to keep Death company.
Tessa: 😑
Meanwhile, in another realm
Death being sad because there's no one left to accompany him in restaurants
I don’t know why there’s a sudden influx of Death!Dean on my dash today but I’m loving it.
Who wants to talk to me about Death!Dean?
