BONUS: (AKA the sequel no one asked for)

My take on: "Kill one incarnation of Death, like you did, the next Reaper to die takes his place." 13x05

"Turns out, the first reaper to die after Death is killed, becomes the new Death," Billie told Dean.

"Uhh," Dean didn't wanna be rude because last he saw her, she was threatening to send them into the black when they died (and he was dead right now) and then Cas stabbed her. But- "What happened to Harry?"

"Harry?"

"Yeah, you know, British? Tiny? Master of Death?" Dean started to feel a little better about confusing this so-called New Death. She wasn't as bad as Harry's temper. "He helped with the whole Darkness and God making up thing? Told us that Death was reassembling himself?"

"What!?" Billie spit out. Dean cringed and looked away. He spotted Harry hiding behind a bookshelf shaking his head violently and making slashing motions with his hands. Dean made a face at him and shrugged, before they both turned to look at Billy who- who was looking back and forth between them. Harry sighed and came out of hiding.

"Way to go Winchester. And here I was hoping I could get away with passing off my duties." Harry glowered at him and Dean tried not to show how terrified he was suddenly. Yeah, he was scared before when it was just The New Death Billie, but Harry got God to do what he wanted.

:Passing off your duties?" Billie ground out.

"Well, it'll take a while for Death to get himself together after Doofus here scattered his atoms across time and space. So, in the mean time I'm in charge of his duties. But, like, no thanks? I have a family at home and a full time job." Harry shrugged.

"Keeping the Winchesters out of trouble and maintaining Death's business is not something I could work into my schedule. You seemed to be doing alright managing the boys and the reapers by yourself even though I was doing all this other stuff with the library and such. When you died, I thought it'd be a good opportunity to also give you that job. So, here we are."

Harry gestured around the Library of Death. Billie did not look amused. Dean tried edging away toward his shelf, hoping to catch a sneak peek and also get himself out of sight of the fighting immortal beings. Harry glanced at him briefly, but that one look was enough to stop Dean in his tracks. Right, no sneaking away then.

"Do you know how the Winchesters have been world hopping? How long is Death going to be gone? How am I supposed to keep this house of cards from falling apart?" Billie seemed to be trying to get over the fact that Pipsqueak was actually her boss. One that promoted her but didn't give her a job description or even a guide on how all this worked. That's rough, Dean thought he would sympathize if she wasn't such a bitch. God had done that to him and his brother too, before fucking off to who knows where with his sister.

"Of course I know; you shouldn't worry about that so much. I've been keeping an eye on the nephilim Jack. As for Death, last I saw, he was pretty assembled. He could just be enjoying vacation by now or something. Guys a dick, he would totally do that to me," Harry continued muttered bad things about Death under his breath. Dean had to hand it to Harry, kid had balls. Wasn't his status as immortal only until Death got back? He was sure Death would find out what horrible things Harry had been saying about him, and then where would Harry be? Who knows how Death would react.

"You would talk of Death like that?" Billie questioned, obviously thinking the same as Dean.

"I mean, what is he gonna do? Kill me?" Harry looked amused.

"Oh yeah, didn't you say you would take on the MoD role permanently when you died?" Dean spoke up, and instantly regretted it. Clearly, Billie had quite forgotten he was there.

"After glaring Dean back into silence, Billie turned back to Harry. "And what of this family you mentioned?"

"You wouldn't have known it before, but apparently Harry was being pretty easy going, even the last time Dean had seen him when he had been yelling at God. Dean could immediately tell though, because as soon as Billie finished speaking, all the light in the room was sucked out and suddenly all he could see was glowing emerald eyes and bright white teeth clenched over a growl.

Harry sneered at Billie, who Dean could barely make out in the darkness. She was cowering against the table. "He would do and say nothing of my family if he knew what was good for him. You would do well to remember who I am, Billie."

"O-Of-Of course, Master," Billie stuttered out, properly chastised. Dean tried not to wet his pants. He failed. Holy shit. "What about the Winchesters? They're important, they have work to do."

Suddenly, everything was back to normal. It was like the last minute hadn't happened. "Yes, yes, I said I was looking after the situation, what do you take me for, an amateur?" The way he said that made it clear he thought Billie was one.

Harry smirked at Dean. "Hey, you know how annoying I find you going all FUBAR on everything but sometimes you do it for the better. Enough that I dealt with that 'cosmic consequences' thing from your deal Cas broke. I'll take care of the house of ghosts, too. You shouldn't worry so much, Dean."

Everything changed again. He was back in the Meadows House with Harry beside him. Harry sighed. "Honestly, why did you have to do this? I was having such a fun time with Billie thinking she was the new Death. Did you see her outfit? I thought it was very her.

"Giving up the ring was annoying but I had to sell it. Suppose I can take it back now she knows the truth..." Harry trailed off, muttering to himself again. Dean didn't know what to say.

"Uhh," Dean went with. Harry looked at him in question. "Well, am I dead then?"

"Well, you did kill yourself, Dean," Harry snarked.

"So- what?" Dean didn't know what he wanted, to die and have to leave his brother, or to live and have to keep fighting.

"Dean," Harry sighed. "I know that things aren't going great for you, okay? But you gotta know that it'll all work out. I didn't have the best childhood either, but I've been doing okay ever since. I have a loving wife and kids, a job I'm good at, and I'm not constantly harassed by fans as much. Sure, this whole hiccup of being MoD a little early is- well, not great, but I'm making due, as you can see.

"I know, I know how hard things are right now. You've just got to go a little while longer. It's terribly cliche, but I'm going to say it anyway because it's a cliche for a reason and it's true: It Gets Better. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday."

"Does that mean-? My mom, Cas-?" Dean was abruptly gasping for air on the ground, back from the dead.

""We won't talk about it later, you know that," Sam grumbled.

"I saw Death. The Death," Dean replied.

"He's back from putting himself together," Sam gasped out, worried.

"No, he's not," Dean said. "It's Billie. Harry was there. He apparently promoted her- temporarily. He's the one that took care of the ghosts. And get this: Billie says we're important, that we have work to do."

"What the hell? What does all of that mean?"

"I have no freaking clue," Dean responded.

Sam looked him over. "You okay?"

"No, Sam, I'm not okay. I'm pretty far from okay. You know, I thought that after the last time we saw Harry that everything would be okay. That it would all change. I thought that if I kept on fighting, kept on believing that what we did was important- that what we were doing was making the world a better place, that all the people we lost would- that I could take the hit. It would be okay. But now? With Mom? With Cas? I just- I just, I don't know"

"You don't believe anymore," Sam morosely spoke out.

"I just need a win," Dean whispered. "I just need a damn win."

Over the sound of Baby's engine starting, Dean thought he heard someone say, "It gets better."

Not six hours later, he got a call. Cas