You were sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, tensions thicker then ever, you were about to try and gank death.

6 months ago, you didn’t even believe in ghosts, you would’ve thought these guys were batshit crazy, but now? You were up to your eyes in the world of hunting

the normally blaring radio was silent, Dean wasn’t cracking his normal jokes, even Cas was picking up on all of the tension in the air, that’s how you knew it was bad

you had run over the plan in your head, over and over, but with a singular touch from him, instant cardiac arrest, it was terrifying. Bobby had sold his soul to Crowley for this, and it might not even work

the sound of the engine going was almost too much, you were freaking out internally, praying you wouldn’t die

“hey.” Dean said, his voice firm “remember the plan?” he asked, his voice stressed

“Yeah.” you answered, your voice quiet. You needed to kill Death to get his ring, to trap Lucifer in the cage and stop the apocalypse, y’know, such a light task.