Death, the true Finality

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Peter glances at the man, then huffs slightly. "Because I'm dead and my family can't see me and they're sad and I can't comfort them."

“Precisely the problem with most spirits. Now, I’m here for a reason not all that much different from that…”

Peter blinks at him, confused. "...What's the reason?"

“I’m here to offer you a choice. You can stay on Earth, as a spirit, and slowly lose all of yourself the hope that you can comfort those who miss you. Or… you can come with me. Truly pass on. You don’t lose humanity. You don’t become an angry spirit to be tortured for eternity, or until a hunter finally destroys your spirit, and you have a chance to see your friends when they also pass.”

Peter swallows. "I... I can't comfort them. I tried. They can't see me, they can't hear me, I can't touch them. There's— there's no point in trying anymore." He frowns slightly. "I... I don't want to be angry. And they'll come, too? Later?"

“If they choose to. I am not in control of their choice, but… I have a feeling they’ll come with when it’s their time too.”

"...You do?" He glances at the man. "Who are you?"

Peter pauses for a moment, then blinks, setting his jaw. "That... makes sense." He glances at him. "...You don't look how I expected you to. I mean, I know that should be the last thing I'm thinking about, but— yeah."

“I take many forms. I could be an anthropomorphic wolf. I could be a skeleton in a cloak. Or… I take this form. And I rather like the look of a man in a suit. Blends in.”

“You were always the rowdy one.”

“Is that how you view me? Simply as the rowdy one? You try to command me when I have been commanding people all my life. I always get reminded that you are the insufferable one.”

“Your death tried to command you. Your death also actively kills. The Reapers do the killing. I simply… deliver the souls. I do not command my brothers, nor do I command you.”

“Ugh.” She sighed. “Yeah, yeah. There is Lady Death and then the Horseman of Death. Two different things. I have seen Lady Death, and she annoys me just as much.”

“Quite. It’s what makes differing universes so interesting.”

“I suppose both of our worlds are a mess, however, I think mine is messier than where you come from. I prefer an organized mess to a random one, but that should be an obvious statement.”

"Where I come from, however. I can be chained by any. Whether that be the whiny brat Lucifer or the insolent bacteria that is Dean Winchester."

“You could be tied to the daughter of two powerful mutants part of the X-Men. That is our equivalent of, let us say, the group who prevents doomsday. I am forced to be on the side for good instead of being a neutral entity.”

“I am not forced to be on any side. I simply remain neutral. Truly neutral. Although I assume the Winchesters do have a good way of making me do things.”

Peter glances at the man, then huffs slightly. "Because I'm dead and my family can't see me and they're sad and I can't comfort them."

“Precisely the problem with most spirits. Now, I’m here for a reason not all that much different from that…”

Peter blinks at him, confused. "...What's the reason?"

“I’m here to offer you a choice. You can stay on Earth, as a spirit, and slowly lose all of yourself the hope that you can comfort those who miss you. Or… you can come with me. Truly pass on. You don’t lose humanity. You don’t become an angry spirit to be tortured for eternity, or until a hunter finally destroys your spirit, and you have a chance to see your friends when they also pass.”

Peter swallows. "I... I can't comfort them. I tried. They can't see me, they can't hear me, I can't touch them. There's— there's no point in trying anymore." He frowns slightly. "I... I don't want to be angry. And they'll come, too? Later?"

“If they choose to. I am not in control of their choice, but… I have a feeling they’ll come with when it’s their time too.”

"...You do?" He glances at the man. "Who are you?"

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𝑢ℎ ℎ𝑢ℎ, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐼'𝑚 willin𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

"Do you have a blade I can borrow?"

“What for?”

"No reason.."

“I need to know what you need it for to give you the right blade.”

"Hunting."

“Hunting… what? A demon? A vampire nest?”

"Pig."

“… you’re hunting… a pig?”

"I need the knife."

She looks at the gun and her eyes flash green. "I just need it...I'll give it back."

The revolver glinted in the light, and his eyes went pure blue, before he disappeared from Jax’s view.

She sighs. "You don't understand, Dean! I need a knife."

"Dean!I need that knife!" She ignores the man in the chair, mumbling to herself.

A lump forms in her throat. She shifts uncomfortably. "I need the knife Sir..."

"He needs to die for what he did! I'll finish what I have to do and then... I'll leave."

“Who, Dean? Well, you have one thing wrong. You assume-“ Death took a sip from a McDonalds cup. “-that you have power. At all. Not even Jax’s power works. You are just an insolent bacteria at the face of the one who will one day reap even God.”

"Wescott! Why don't you pay him a visit instead of me? He should've died a long time ago...i only need a little bit of courage so.. I took the serum. It makes me so much better! I don't care about anyone's feelings. Nobody can hurt me..."

"Do you have a blade I can borrow?"

“What for?”

"No reason.."

“I need to know what you need it for to give you the right blade.”

"Hunting."

“Hunting… what? A demon? A vampire nest?”

"Pig."

“… you’re hunting… a pig?”

"I need the knife."

She looks at the gun and her eyes flash green. "I just need it...I'll give it back."

The revolver glinted in the light, and his eyes went pure blue, before he disappeared from Jax’s view.

She sighs. "You don't understand, Dean! I need a knife."

"Dean!I need that knife!" She ignores the man in the chair, mumbling to herself.

A lump forms in her throat. She shifts uncomfortably. "I need the knife Sir..."

"He needs to die for what he did! I'll finish what I have to do and then... I'll leave."

“Who, Dean? Well, you have one thing wrong. You assume-“ Death took a sip from a McDonalds cup. “-that you have power. At all. Not even Jax’s power works. You are just an insolent bacteria at the face of the one who will one day reap even God.”

"Do you have a blade I can borrow?"

“What for?”

"No reason.."

“I need to know what you need it for to give you the right blade.”

"Hunting."

“Hunting… what? A demon? A vampire nest?”

"Pig."

“… you’re hunting… a pig?”

"I need the knife."

She looks at the gun and her eyes flash green. "I just need it...I'll give it back."

The revolver glinted in the light, and his eyes went pure blue, before he disappeared from Jax’s view.

She sighs. "You don't understand, Dean! I need a knife."

"Dean!I need that knife!" She ignores the man in the chair, mumbling to herself.

A lump forms in her throat. She shifts uncomfortably. "I need the knife Sir..."

"Do you have a blade I can borrow?"

“What for?”

"No reason.."

“I need to know what you need it for to give you the right blade.”

"Hunting."

“Hunting… what? A demon? A vampire nest?”

"Pig."

“… you’re hunting… a pig?”

"I need the knife."

She looks at the gun and her eyes flash green. "I just need it...I'll give it back."

The revolver glinted in the light, and his eyes went pure blue, before he disappeared from Jax’s view.

She sighs. "You don't understand, Dean! I need a knife."

"Dean!I need that knife!" She ignores the man in the chair, mumbling to herself.

"well isn't he kinda like... Pissed anyway? Plus he's got a soft corner for the Winchesters for some reason. Maybe he'd cut us some slack if they were the ones to do it?"

“Most likely, no. You all are a pain.”

"Told you so."

“I think she’s a little too scared of me. She should know I just pop in sometimes.”

"Yeah, that and you're not that hard to miss when you're being a nosy bastard.

"...Fair enough. ..How long were you watching us??"

"Five minutes."

"You know, sometimes you really do make me wonder just how often you watch me when I don't realize it."

"Generally, I don't. You're not very important to me."

"Let's try to keep it that way. I don't entirely appreciate being watched."

"And I don't like watching most of the time."

"Then we agree. Are you going to just stay here or what? Don't you got better things to do?"

“I suppose there is a peaceful protest happening in Tennessee. I’ll most likely be needed there.”

"well isn't he kinda like... Pissed anyway? Plus he's got a soft corner for the Winchesters for some reason. Maybe he'd cut us some slack if they were the ones to do it?"

“Most likely, no. You all are a pain.”

"Told you so."

“I think she’s a little too scared of me. She should know I just pop in sometimes.”

"Yeah, that and you're not that hard to miss when you're being a nosy bastard.

"...Fair enough. ..How long were you watching us??"

"Five minutes."

"You know, sometimes you really do make me wonder just how often you watch me when I don't realize it."

"Generally, I don't. You're not very important to me."

"Let's try to keep it that way. I don't entirely appreciate being watched."

"And I don't like watching most of the time."

"well isn't he kinda like... Pissed anyway? Plus he's got a soft corner for the Winchesters for some reason. Maybe he'd cut us some slack if they were the ones to do it?"

“Most likely, no. You all are a pain.”

"Told you so."

“I think she’s a little too scared of me. She should know I just pop in sometimes.”

"Yeah, that and you're not that hard to miss when you're being a nosy bastard.

"...Fair enough. ..How long were you watching us??"

"Five minutes."

"You know, sometimes you really do make me wonder just how often you watch me when I don't realize it."

"Generally, I don't. You're not very important to me."

"well isn't he kinda like... Pissed anyway? Plus he's got a soft corner for the Winchesters for some reason. Maybe he'd cut us some slack if they were the ones to do it?"

“Most likely, no. You all are a pain.”

"Told you so."

“I think she’s a little too scared of me. She should know I just pop in sometimes.”

"Yeah, that and you're not that hard to miss when you're being a nosy bastard.

"...Fair enough. ..How long were you watching us??"

"Five minutes."