Don't Fear the Reaper: A Supernatural Fanfic

Chapter 11

It was the first time in years that Jules and I were alone. Well, I guess we weren't entirely alone since we had the triplets and Devin to contend with. Jules finally figured out how to properly care of children, so she tried to help me out with them whenever she could. I know that sounds kinda mean, but the last time she tried to help me it wound up in three babies with diaper rash, two people screaming at each other, and one disgruntled mother.

I walked out to the nursery and heard Jules singing to Benedetta. The poor child had developed colic, which wasn't entirely surprising since her father always had bowel problems. I would sit up with her for hours trying to soothe her poor tummy, but one night Jules told me to go to bed and started singing to her and she was asleep within a matter of minutes. I wished that I had a voice like Jules so I could sing to my children without them getting more upset than they already were.

"You know, you're actually not half bad a parenting." I whispered to Jules.

"I sing to them, they sleep. You're welcome." She replied.

Seeing that Jules had everything under control in the nursery, I walked out to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Since I couldn't cook anything edible to save my life, I grabbed a box of Rice Krispies and the bottle of milk and made myself a bowl of cereal. Somehow, I managed to even screw that up by dumping a giant puddle of milk all over the counter. I'd just gotten the milk cleaned up and cereal finished when I heard faint voices coming from the living room. Grabbing the gun and bottle of holy water Dean kept in a drawer, I quietly walked out to figure out who, or what, was in the my living room.

I stuck my gun out a little more as I neared the living room. Honestly, I was expecting more of those damn shifters that we've dealt with so much. What I wasn't expecting was a blonde guy that dressed like he was from about French Revolution era.

"Who the hell are you and why the fuck are you here?! I'll shoot!" I exclaimed, aiming the pistol directly at him.

"Woah, woah, woah! Don't shoot! We aren't bad people!" Blondie shouted, raising his hands up.

"We? All I see is you, asshole." I commented, "Reveal yourselves!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy completely dressed in black come out from around the corner.

"Greetings! We come in peace!" He said, holding his arms up like the blonde guy.

"'We come in peace'? What the hell are you, aliens?!" I retorted, unwilling to deal with any bullshit.

I walked up to them and splashed them with holy water and pressed a spoon to their arms.

"What was that for?!" The emo-looking dufus dressed in black demanded, "And what is the silver contraption in your hand?"

"It's called a pistol dumbass. Now, tell me what in hell you're doing here! Do you know know you're trespassing on private property?" I spat.

"Is that any way to talk to a prince?" He said, an appalled look appearing on his face.

"Christ, you have got to be kidding me." I said, rolling my eyes, "You're only a deranged creep who needs to be put away."

"Show some respect for the prince of Denmark!" The emo guy replied angrily.

"Jules! Get your short ass into this living room before I kick it there!" I shouted down the all.

"Kate? What's going on?" She said, running into the living room.

"Look in front of you and you tell me." I commented, as the two men turned every shade of red in the book.

"What you've never seen a woman like this?" Jules commented as she saw them turning pink.