Title: He Kindly Stopped For Me
Prompt/Summary: From a prompt by tiptoe39 that read: Dean can't believe Death is in his bed. She poked at me to do a 5-sentence-smut challenge, and this is what I came up with.
Characters: Death/Dean (IDEK)
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Wordcount: 160
Disclaimer: I am waiting for Death to smite me for presuming to write this at all, at any second.
Warnings: Crack. Also, implied Death/Dean. Ew.
Neurotic Author's Note : *hands* IDEK, okay? Just go with it, or move along, or whatever. I got nothin'.
It's definitely the weirdest hook-up of all of Dean's career. One minute he's preparing to hit the hay, and the next he stops short because, well, there's Death-the-motherfucking-horseman lying on his bed, propped up on all the available pillows, legs crossed at the ankles, and munching placidly on an onion ring from a grease-stained paper bag. There are empty fast food wrappers everywhere on the bed, lying crumpled and discarded on the floor. But when Death looks up at him and says: "Are you going to keep me waiting, Dean?" Dean doesn't hesitate for a second.
After all, you don't argue with Death.
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