The Untaken - SN fic - PG13
Title: The Untaken
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "In My Time Of Dying"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1160
Point of view: third
Notes: This isn’t in chronological order. And the verb tenses shift. Possible blasphemy
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There are certain things that just are. And not even the Creator or His lieutenants can stop them or change them-or slow them.
So when that fucking Traitor enters her and screws up the natural order, there is nothing that can stop her from having vengeance.
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She never bothered to count the eons. Or decide on a gender, since Reapers are asexual. But she often appeared as a female when a human’s time was up because females were not often thought to be dangerous.
A mistake on humanity’s part, that, but nothing she could do.
Reapers do not take sides. They collect souls. There is no hierarchy for them; they simply always have been. Like the sky. Humans and their wars happen; Reapers Reap. Neither light nor dark-they are.
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But one Reaper, she knows, went rogue. Decided he wanted more. He faded and changed and shifted-and called himself a demon.
More than a demon. More than a Reaper. Less than a god. All the Reapers ostracized him, ignored him; as one, they decided he never existed.
He had his own agenda but she did not care. She had her job and she would do it. So she lost track of him and kept collecting souls.
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Most of the souls begged her for more time. Wept and whimpered that she was wrong-they could not die, not yet.
Their pleading always fell on deaf ears. She did not have mercy. The Reaping could not be stopped.
Death comes for all, slave and king, demon and god. So it had always been and so it would always be.
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She’d heard whispers of a Reaper bound by a human. She didn’t listen; soon he was back with them. Reapers are not often gossipers, but he had quite a story to tell.
The woman had died-Reapers don’t feel emotion but being bound to her will had galled him-and a mortal-a man-had not run. He had let the Reaper touch his face.
So few humans accept Death calmly. She heard the tale but did not fully listen, and went about her work.
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Reapers do not Reap each other. Cannot, the legends say. Only everything else can be touched: Reapers are immune to their own powers.
As far as she knows, no one’s ever tried it.
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Rumors had circulated for years, in human time. Reapers do not keep track of time, so the human year is how she counts.
Rumors of the Rogue developing followers in the lesser demons. Playing with human lives.
She is the Reaper who took the woman called Mary Winchester. She lightly touched the baby(‘Samuel’) and saw-pain. Unending.
Reapers do not have mercy. The elder child was to die that night. His soul beckoned her.
She did not take him. But a life must be paid for every life that is given.
Only in hindsight does she see. Three chances are all that he will have.
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Mary Winchester. Marshall Hall. John Winchester.
Three lives ended before their time because she felt pity for a life barely begun.
If Reapers could laugh, she would. The human that did not run from Death is the only soul ever let go.
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Gossip flew from Reaper to Reaper. The Rogue had plans for the Untaken, that man-Dean Winchester. And his brother, that child she touched and let sway her.
Reapers do not fear. Do not feel mercy. Cannot love.
But that child, young Samuel-she never envied humanity in all her eons. But after taking Mary Winchester, she wishes she could hold a child and not kill the babe.
The Rogue had plans for that human family. But she continued on with her work, floating from soul and soul. His business did not concern her. So long as he did not bother her, she did not care.
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He fights her, refuses to listen, will not believe it is his time. She could tell him who has died to let him live.
But that would not help her. That would only serve to wound him, to weaken his soul-and might even cause him to fight harder.
She lightly touches his face; he is giving in slowly. A part of him has always known he should have died long ago.
But the Rogue has plans for this human and another dies in his place. Again.
-
Reapers do not Reap each other.
But the Rogue has named himself a Lord of Demons, so he is no longer a Reaper. And he can be collected.
She smiles and starts hunting.
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She knows she will be named a rogue. They may even say she’s followed him, the Traitor that forced his way in and used her body and let Dean Winchester go.
Three chances are all he will have. She will be the one to Reap his soul-the man he is, he’ll court Death again. Won’t be able to resist.
Reapers cannot love. But Hunters can. And Dean Winchester, the Untaken, does, with a fervor matched only by the burn of the sun.
She remembers Samuel as a baby, the boy she touched for less than a human heartbeat. Humans believe that children so young cannot love, but he did-his love shone so brightly it nearly blinded her. And that love earned her mercy and she took his mother instead of his brother and so began it all.
-
There are certain things that just are. Not even the Creator in His palace of pearl somewhere in the sky or His lieutenants on their thrones of pale marble can stop what is, has been, and will be. Even after the sun burns out and destroys the world, Reapers will still Reap.
Death cannot die.
This simply is.
-
Reapers do not Reap each other.
But he is a Lord of Demons and those are fair game.
Dean Winchester is the Untaken and shall remain so until after his brother dies because Samuel is a beacon brighter than the sun and his power swells by the day. He will not let his brother go and she does not fear, but she is not willing to risk that Samuel can defeat Death.
So she will be the one to Reap the Untaken, but not until after she exacts vengeance on the Rogue that raped her.
She does not care why the Rogue did what he did. She does not care what his plans for Samuel or the Untaken are.
He will beg and plead, but she is a Reaper and he is not. Nothing can defeat Death. She will be on-guard, at full strength, and angry.
She is a Reaper, Death’s Handmaiden, Death’s Bride, Death’s Hand-she is Death itself. She has no pity, no mercy.
Dean Winchester alone has never been collected. Alone since the dawn of creation.
But one day, after the Rogue is dealt with, she will collect his soul.
Not even the Creator could command her to stop.
After all, Death alone cannot die.
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "In My Time Of Dying"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1160
Point of view: third
Notes: This isn’t in chronological order. And the verb tenses shift. Possible blasphemy
-
There are certain things that just are. And not even the Creator or His lieutenants can stop them or change them-or slow them.
So when that fucking Traitor enters her and screws up the natural order, there is nothing that can stop her from having vengeance.
-
She never bothered to count the eons. Or decide on a gender, since Reapers are asexual. But she often appeared as a female when a human’s time was up because females were not often thought to be dangerous.
A mistake on humanity’s part, that, but nothing she could do.
Reapers do not take sides. They collect souls. There is no hierarchy for them; they simply always have been. Like the sky. Humans and their wars happen; Reapers Reap. Neither light nor dark-they are.
-
But one Reaper, she knows, went rogue. Decided he wanted more. He faded and changed and shifted-and called himself a demon.
More than a demon. More than a Reaper. Less than a god. All the Reapers ostracized him, ignored him; as one, they decided he never existed.
He had his own agenda but she did not care. She had her job and she would do it. So she lost track of him and kept collecting souls.
-
Most of the souls begged her for more time. Wept and whimpered that she was wrong-they could not die, not yet.
Their pleading always fell on deaf ears. She did not have mercy. The Reaping could not be stopped.
Death comes for all, slave and king, demon and god. So it had always been and so it would always be.
-
She’d heard whispers of a Reaper bound by a human. She didn’t listen; soon he was back with them. Reapers are not often gossipers, but he had quite a story to tell.
The woman had died-Reapers don’t feel emotion but being bound to her will had galled him-and a mortal-a man-had not run. He had let the Reaper touch his face.
So few humans accept Death calmly. She heard the tale but did not fully listen, and went about her work.
-
Reapers do not Reap each other. Cannot, the legends say. Only everything else can be touched: Reapers are immune to their own powers.
As far as she knows, no one’s ever tried it.
-
Rumors had circulated for years, in human time. Reapers do not keep track of time, so the human year is how she counts.
Rumors of the Rogue developing followers in the lesser demons. Playing with human lives.
She is the Reaper who took the woman called Mary Winchester. She lightly touched the baby(‘Samuel’) and saw-pain. Unending.
Reapers do not have mercy. The elder child was to die that night. His soul beckoned her.
She did not take him. But a life must be paid for every life that is given.
Only in hindsight does she see. Three chances are all that he will have.
-
Mary Winchester. Marshall Hall. John Winchester.
Three lives ended before their time because she felt pity for a life barely begun.
If Reapers could laugh, she would. The human that did not run from Death is the only soul ever let go.
-
Gossip flew from Reaper to Reaper. The Rogue had plans for the Untaken, that man-Dean Winchester. And his brother, that child she touched and let sway her.
Reapers do not fear. Do not feel mercy. Cannot love.
But that child, young Samuel-she never envied humanity in all her eons. But after taking Mary Winchester, she wishes she could hold a child and not kill the babe.
The Rogue had plans for that human family. But she continued on with her work, floating from soul and soul. His business did not concern her. So long as he did not bother her, she did not care.
-
He fights her, refuses to listen, will not believe it is his time. She could tell him who has died to let him live.
But that would not help her. That would only serve to wound him, to weaken his soul-and might even cause him to fight harder.
She lightly touches his face; he is giving in slowly. A part of him has always known he should have died long ago.
But the Rogue has plans for this human and another dies in his place. Again.
-
Reapers do not Reap each other.
But the Rogue has named himself a Lord of Demons, so he is no longer a Reaper. And he can be collected.
She smiles and starts hunting.
-
She knows she will be named a rogue. They may even say she’s followed him, the Traitor that forced his way in and used her body and let Dean Winchester go.
Three chances are all he will have. She will be the one to Reap his soul-the man he is, he’ll court Death again. Won’t be able to resist.
Reapers cannot love. But Hunters can. And Dean Winchester, the Untaken, does, with a fervor matched only by the burn of the sun.
She remembers Samuel as a baby, the boy she touched for less than a human heartbeat. Humans believe that children so young cannot love, but he did-his love shone so brightly it nearly blinded her. And that love earned her mercy and she took his mother instead of his brother and so began it all.
-
There are certain things that just are. Not even the Creator in His palace of pearl somewhere in the sky or His lieutenants on their thrones of pale marble can stop what is, has been, and will be. Even after the sun burns out and destroys the world, Reapers will still Reap.
Death cannot die.
This simply is.
-
Reapers do not Reap each other.
But he is a Lord of Demons and those are fair game.
Dean Winchester is the Untaken and shall remain so until after his brother dies because Samuel is a beacon brighter than the sun and his power swells by the day. He will not let his brother go and she does not fear, but she is not willing to risk that Samuel can defeat Death.
So she will be the one to Reap the Untaken, but not until after she exacts vengeance on the Rogue that raped her.
She does not care why the Rogue did what he did. She does not care what his plans for Samuel or the Untaken are.
He will beg and plead, but she is a Reaper and he is not. Nothing can defeat Death. She will be on-guard, at full strength, and angry.
She is a Reaper, Death’s Handmaiden, Death’s Bride, Death’s Hand-she is Death itself. She has no pity, no mercy.
Dean Winchester alone has never been collected. Alone since the dawn of creation.
But one day, after the Rogue is dealt with, she will collect his soul.
Not even the Creator could command her to stop.
After all, Death alone cannot die.