𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑, s.w

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑. It was ironic, really, that Amaia was named after such a thing. Considering she believed dying was complete and utter bullshit.

Sure, she was a reaper and it may have been her job to help people move forward after dying. But that didn't mean she had to like the idea of it, okay! Amaia was a one in a million, an enigma. Well, that's what she preferred to call herself. Most would say she was a freak accident, but she just punched them, so their opinions didn't matter.

However she couldn't help but be surprised when a tall, sickly pale man, dressed in the finest black suit, found her sat at the edge of a lake after helping an elderly women move forward after passing in the dark wooden cabin behind. He'd simply appeared next to her, something that made her jump out of her bones in shock.

Then he'd shared the news about Tessa. How scared and confused she'd been. How that piss eyed freak had crossed the line. Amaia offered to punch him so hard it forced his life source right back to the fiery pits of hell, but he quickly shook his head, dismissing the idea completely.

He then began to reveal his idea, an idea that he made Amaia swear to never tell a soul about, living or dead. A job. One that got Amaia out of the nothingness of being a Reaper. She couldn't help but feel overjoyed, that is until he told her the rest of it.

Sam and Dean Winchester. The two boys that had been nothing but trouble were in need of a babysitter, or so he thought. "Really, Anubis?" Amaia questioned, confusion dripping from her tone.

Anubis, Death's second in command and his most trusted. The one who had stood by him since the making of the world. Most reapers had began to forget what their maker had been like, not Anubis though. He was still as loyal as he'd been on the day he'd been created all those centuries ago.

Anubis, the one who'd been the most loyal to Death himself, sent her a knowing look, before letting out a sigh as he stared down at her. "You've seen how much of a nuisance they've been, Amaia. We need to be careful, the demons are planning something.  Now, please, do as I say" he requested calmly, although Amaia was closer than the average reaper with Death's personal maid, that didn't mean she could disobey him.

Amaia stared right back at him, her eyes squinting in hopes he'd let her out of it. But alas, Anubis did nothing but stare back. Obviously, he wasn't about to back down. Not when he was so close, so close to—.

Soon enough, Amaia rolled her eyes before letting out a groan, "alright, alright. Not like I have much of a choice, anyway" she muttered, before pushing herself up off the muddy ground.

"Remember, Amaia. You mustn't show yourself. You're invisible the whole time" Anubis reminded, his hard gaze a silent warning of what would happen if she disobeyed him. The man sent her a look, one that showed just how serious he was. Now, wasn't the time for her silliness.

"Anubis, do you really have no faith in me? I'm going to be as invisible as the world is to Velma when she doesn't have her glasses" she grinned, her own joke making her laugh slightly.

The tall man before her who still sat by the river, looked nothing but confused. Clearly someone hadn't been watching the telly. Instead of questioning Amaia, he simply waved her off. He knew if he asked about it, they'd be sat at that river all night. With Amaia rambling in his old ears.

"Good. I best be going. You be good now, Amaia. Okay?" He settled with, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. If Anubis ever smiled, he might've sent a comforting one to Amaia. But he had what felt like the weight of the world buried beneath his shoulders. So all he did was stare blankly at the youngest reaper. He could tell just how nervous she was, she'd never been able to hide things from him.

"Yep. Obviously. See you in a while, old man."

He sent her one last nod, before disappearing all together. Leaving a very confused Reaper, silently staring at where he once stood. "Fuck" she muttered, only now understanding what had just happened. Anubis had given her a job, a chance to show all those other reapers just how professional she was.

Only problem was, Sam and Dean Winchester always seemed to get themselves into more trouble than they were worth. That poor, poor reaper. She hadn't a clue how many sleepless nights she'd have.

It didn't help that Sam Winchester had somehow managed to pull on her heartstrings, make her feel things she didn't know she'd ever be able to feel. God, he gave her all his feelingy things.