HP/SPN: MIT 2 Chapter 2
Warnings: Some language, some sexual tension. Not much.
Sam swallowed hard as he watched Hermione lay the final touches to the ritual. While the books they'd consulted said that a mass sacrifice was needed, the clever witch had discovered an alternate method involving symbols of death instead of the act itself. Bobby had understood it, as had Sam, but the others were a little lost.
He waited, leaning against the wall with Dean, letting Ron and Hermione work in well-practiced unison to chant the spell required to bring forth Death. It only took a few minutes, before the candles burned green and a man in a suit suddenly appeared. Sam started, as did Dean, though the magical couple didn't react.
"Greetings, Pale Rider," Hermione bowed to Death. "We wish to ask a favour of you."
"I never would have guessed," the thin man commented drily. "You humans, always thinking yourselves so clever and important."
"It's about Harry," Ron interrupted. "We need him and Ash back."
Death looked at Ron for a few seconds, seeming to consider things, then back at Hermione. He then turned and looked directly at Sam and Dean, surveying each in turn as though they were little more than dirt on his shoes. Though unsettling, it was still better than whenever Uriel looked at him, so Sam stood his ground.
"I see," Death sighed. "The angels are restless once more. When will those children learn patience?"
With that, the flames suddenly blew out. By the time Dean made it to the light switch, Death was gone.
"Well that went well," he muttered. Sam agreed with the sentiment.
-MIT-
"Don't wanna," Harry pouted, snuggling back into Ash where they sat under a tree. The landscape changed with Harry's whims, and today it looked like the grounds of Hogwarts before the final battle. "We did our bit. I already died for the world - twice!"
I UNDERSTAND, Death assured him, once again looking like a robed skeleton. HOWEVER, THE ANGELS ARE ATTEMPTING TO BRING ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE. IF THEY DO FREE LUCIFER FROM HIS CAGE, HE WILL ATTEMPT TO CHAIN ME. BUT DEATH CAN HAVE ONLY ONE MASTER, AND IF YOU TAKE UP THAT MANTLE AGAIN…
"No one else can control you," Harry reluctantly agreed. "Still don't wanna."
"Harry," Ash laughed, "it's not as bad as you think. Let's go back, stir things up a bit. Winchesters have been getting a little too complacent if you ask me."
"You really want to go back?" Harry asked, squirming a little to look Ash in the eyes.
"Well, yeah," Ash nodded. "As much as I love just spending time with you, I do miss Jo and Ellen. And all the other hunters that came through the Roadhouse. It'd be good to see them again."
Harry laid his head against Ash's shoulder and sighed.
"All right. We'll go back and sort this out. Why do I always have to do these things?"
"Harry, stop whining," Ash reminded him with a flick to Harry's nose. "It's not attractive."
-MIT-
Sam, Dean, Ron and Hermione were sitting in Bobby's living room, trying to figure out a different tactic. Obviously talking to Death hadn't worked, so this time they'd have to use force.
"How do you force Death?" Sam pointed out. "It's not like we can shoot him or something."
"No," Hermione agreed, "but we may be able to find a way to bind his powers. If we can do that, we can bargain with him - set him loose if he agrees to help us out."
"You really want to piss off a creature capable of ending the world?" Sam was getting annoyed at her. Again. "This is Death we're talking about!"
"I know that, Samuel!" Hermione shot back, equally annoyed.
Ron and Dean shared a look, then both got up quietly and headed to the kitchen. The two bookworms could battle it out between them.
"Want a beer?" Dean offered, and Ron took it thankfully.
"Cheers, mate," Ron took a deep pull of the beer and sighed happily. "Remind me to bring you some Firewhisky next time. You'd like it."
The pair were interrupted in their discussion of various alcohols by a knock at the door. Dean surreptitiously palmed his gun, and noticed Ron do the same with his wand. And if that wasn't a euphemism for something, Dean would be very much surprised.
They made their way to the front door, Ron casting a spell as they went to enable them to see through it. As soon as the spell hit, they stopped dead.
"Holy…" Dean started, shocked.
"…Shit," Ron finished, in absolute agreement.
"Ron, mate?" They heard Harry's voice clearly, and saw the cheeky grin mirrored on his and Ash's faces. "Gonna let me in?"
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Sam swallowed hard as he watched Hermione lay the final touches to the ritual. While the books they'd consulted said that a mass sacrifice was needed, the clever witch had discovered an alternate method involving symbols of death instead of the act itself. Bobby had understood it, as had Sam, but the others were a little lost.
He waited, leaning against the wall with Dean, letting Ron and Hermione work in well-practiced unison to chant the spell required to bring forth Death. It only took a few minutes, before the candles burned green and a man in a suit suddenly appeared. Sam started, as did Dean, though the magical couple didn't react.
"Greetings, Pale Rider," Hermione bowed to Death. "We wish to ask a favour of you."
"I never would have guessed," the thin man commented drily. "You humans, always thinking yourselves so clever and important."
"It's about Harry," Ron interrupted. "We need him and Ash back."
Death looked at Ron for a few seconds, seeming to consider things, then back at Hermione. He then turned and looked directly at Sam and Dean, surveying each in turn as though they were little more than dirt on his shoes. Though unsettling, it was still better than whenever Uriel looked at him, so Sam stood his ground.
"I see," Death sighed. "The angels are restless once more. When will those children learn patience?"
With that, the flames suddenly blew out. By the time Dean made it to the light switch, Death was gone.
"Well that went well," he muttered. Sam agreed with the sentiment.
-MIT-
"Don't wanna," Harry pouted, snuggling back into Ash where they sat under a tree. The landscape changed with Harry's whims, and today it looked like the grounds of Hogwarts before the final battle. "We did our bit. I already died for the world - twice!"
I UNDERSTAND, Death assured him, once again looking like a robed skeleton. HOWEVER, THE ANGELS ARE ATTEMPTING TO BRING ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE. IF THEY DO FREE LUCIFER FROM HIS CAGE, HE WILL ATTEMPT TO CHAIN ME. BUT DEATH CAN HAVE ONLY ONE MASTER, AND IF YOU TAKE UP THAT MANTLE AGAIN…
"No one else can control you," Harry reluctantly agreed. "Still don't wanna."
"Harry," Ash laughed, "it's not as bad as you think. Let's go back, stir things up a bit. Winchesters have been getting a little too complacent if you ask me."
"You really want to go back?" Harry asked, squirming a little to look Ash in the eyes.
"Well, yeah," Ash nodded. "As much as I love just spending time with you, I do miss Jo and Ellen. And all the other hunters that came through the Roadhouse. It'd be good to see them again."
Harry laid his head against Ash's shoulder and sighed.
"All right. We'll go back and sort this out. Why do I always have to do these things?"
"Harry, stop whining," Ash reminded him with a flick to Harry's nose. "It's not attractive."
-MIT-
Sam, Dean, Ron and Hermione were sitting in Bobby's living room, trying to figure out a different tactic. Obviously talking to Death hadn't worked, so this time they'd have to use force.
"How do you force Death?" Sam pointed out. "It's not like we can shoot him or something."
"No," Hermione agreed, "but we may be able to find a way to bind his powers. If we can do that, we can bargain with him - set him loose if he agrees to help us out."
"You really want to piss off a creature capable of ending the world?" Sam was getting annoyed at her. Again. "This is Death we're talking about!"
"I know that, Samuel!" Hermione shot back, equally annoyed.
Ron and Dean shared a look, then both got up quietly and headed to the kitchen. The two bookworms could battle it out between them.
"Want a beer?" Dean offered, and Ron took it thankfully.
"Cheers, mate," Ron took a deep pull of the beer and sighed happily. "Remind me to bring you some Firewhisky next time. You'd like it."
The pair were interrupted in their discussion of various alcohols by a knock at the door. Dean surreptitiously palmed his gun, and noticed Ron do the same with his wand. And if that wasn't a euphemism for something, Dean would be very much surprised.
They made their way to the front door, Ron casting a spell as they went to enable them to see through it. As soon as the spell hit, they stopped dead.
"Holy…" Dean started, shocked.
"…Shit," Ron finished, in absolute agreement.
"Ron, mate?" They heard Harry's voice clearly, and saw the cheeky grin mirrored on his and Ash's faces. "Gonna let me in?"
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