Sam Winchester

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She smiled at Sam’s warm compliments. He always knew how to make her feel better when she was feeling subpar. That was the difference between him and William. William would’ve taken every opportunity to tell her she’s not good enough for this position. He would’ve wanted the power for himself. Sam was just glad that she was alive. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. I think I’m just struggling because I know there’s reapers out there that are older than me and they could probably do a better job at this. Az left some big shoes to fill and absolutely no manual. Her job is so specialized that even Michael only knows bits and pieces of how it all works.” It was a little overwhelming to go to sleep one day as a reaper and wake up the next day as Death. She sniffled a little when he told her she wasn’t any less of a person simply because William had been able to mask around her. “He did a really good job hiding it. I felt naïve for the longest time after my death. I thought I was over feeling like that, but I think seeing him again just resurfaced it. I know I’ve gotten better at seeing manipulation for what it is. I’m not that same person anymore. He just makes me feel like I am.” He was gone now at least and she hoped the feelings he surfaced in her would be gone too with time.

She smiled when he agreed that it would’ve been nice to have met back then. “There’s got to be at least one universe where it’s happened, but you’re right. I wouldn’t want to trade our friends for that. They need your big brain,” she giggled. Sure, most of their friends were immortal, but odds were they wouldn’t have met the archangels like they did in this universe if they’d just lived a quiet and quaint Victorian life. Her smile stayed when he remarked that it was possible Val had some magical equipment that would allow them to touch. “I think this is as magical as they’ve managed to get,” she replied as Sam took the skeleton hand from her. Both of them lost it once he tried to use it to rub her shoulders. It took Charlie a minute to recover from the fits of laughter. “I guess it kind of works. I do feel a little better now,” she agreed.

“We’ll figure out how to break through these strings. We got you, wise guy,” she smiled. She was hovering dangerously close to his lips right now. She just wanted to kiss him, but she knew she couldn’t. She held the skeleton hand delicately as he placed it over her hand. If she couldn’t hold him this would have to be good enough. “If your research takes you to Asmo, you’re going to get some interesting answers to that.” And probably some toys. Horny Santa Claus was the best way Charlie could think to describe Asmo. “But if we can’t touch, there’s four other love languages out there at least.” Quality time was among one of her favorites. She nodded when he said that they could make a game plan for how to handle this stuff. “Most of the reapers are carrying on with their usual caseload right now. Me bouncing back and forth into different afterlives is causing some power fluctuations in the veil but I don’t think that’s going to stop until I’ve been to every realm.” Unfortunately there was no solid number for how many realms were left because her abilities took her to the realms of religions that no longer had any followers. “Historically, when there’s that kind of fluctuation in the Veil, psychic energy increases. There’s a chance you and Dean might run into some mediums that are following the energy here,” she warned.

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He nodded when she thanked him. He wasn’t just saying all of that to make her feel better, though that was part of the goal. He’d really meant it. “Age doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re better for the job. There’s countless immortal beings that are complete idiots. Yeah, maybe there are some smart ones out there too, but experience and intelligence aren’t everything that makes up the role you have now. I’ve met a few deaths in my lifetimes. From everything I know about you, you’re the best one they could have. You’re kind, but you know the lines of when you can’t be in order to protect the balance. That level of care and consideration you give connected you to so many people, which is one of the reasons Lucifer decided to choose you to be Death. There’s a reason the other reapers tend to follow your lead whenever something goes wrong. You may have been tricked by Will a long time ago, but you learned from that. Hardship is a horrible thing to go through, but it teaches you more than what those other reapers have probably learned. They listen to you because they trust you, and so do I. It doesn’t matter how much anyone else knows because I know you’ll be able to figure it out.” He didn’t think it would be easy for her, but he fully believed she could do it. He nodded when she said Will was good at hiding it. “Some people are just that deceptive.” He’d experienced similar things himself. At least this time it didn’t spark the apocalypse. 

 He smiled, thinking about the life they could’ve lived like that. It had always been a dream of his to just have a normal life. Surely, they would’ve faced the hardships of that time, but they would’ve made do. “It makes me feel a little more sorry for her knowing that this is what she’s been going through for centuries. You and I might not be able to touch, but it doesn’t apply to everyone you know. It must feel so lonely for her.” He was glad for the laughter the skeleton hand brought to pull him out of those sad thoughts. 

He smiled when she said she had him. With her leaning so close like this, it was hard not to kiss her, especially when she wanted to kiss him too. Would it really be so bad? When he’d kissed her before, it had drained him, but it didn’t kill him immediately. “Fuck it,” he muttered. He closed the distance between them to kiss her lips. It wasn’t long. He only did it for a second, but it left him more breathless than any other kiss ever could. He gasped. His heart was racing, and he was maybe a little turned on by getting so close to death, in both meanings of the phrase. It was worth it. “I think maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The interesting answers Asmo might give him would probably have helped him with how he was feeling now at least. He doubted this would be the last time he felt that way. “Yeah, that’s true. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of telling you all the reasons of how much I love you either.” He didn’t doubt they’d struggle so much with showing each other their love so much as holding themselves back from touching. He’d literally just failed at that now. “I’m sure they should be able to handle it for however long it takes you to do that.” He couldn’t tell her how long that would take either. He might’ve done research on plenty of afterlives, but that didn’t mean he knew every one. “I could feel it too.” He nodded when she said psychics could feel that energy. “But we’ll be able to handle it,” he assured her. Zatanna would probably help them too, so they weren’t alone on that.