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Illinois (1994)
I saw a reaper in Amity Park.
It was following me throughout the day. I don’t think it wanted me here.
The townsfolk are none the wiser…
“Don’t come any closer!”
The suited reaper stalked toward the hunter who was aiming a sawed-off shotgun at it.
A shot fired. A reload. Another shot fired. Another reload.
The reaper kept moving closer and closer, undisturbed by the number of holes littering its body.
The hunter started to panic. No hunter knew how to kill a reaper, and he knew he wouldn’t survive this one. Reapers hold authority over life and death, they could kill everyone if they so choose.
This is it, this is where he dies. To a reaper on the edge of a haunted town….At least it wasn’t to a werewolf or rugaru. At least this was his time.
A soft hand touches the hunter’s face. The Reaper opened its mouth and spoke.
“No Hunters.”
The hunter blacked out before he could respond to the message, and came to on the highway, in his car in one piece, and he was in disbelief.
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Harvelle’s Roadhouse (1996)
Ellen slid a drink over to Bobby, hard whiskey.
“Some of the guys here think the reapers there are friendly.”
“Friendly?” Bobby raised an eyebrow. No Hunter worth their salt would ever say a monster is friendly.
“Cooperative.” Ellen smirked.
“That’s better.”
News of Amity Park and its concerning amount of visible Reapers spread. Some idjit hunters even made it a challenge to see how long they could stay there before a reaper noticed and chased them down.
“What do you think?”
“My advice? Stay the hell away from there. Reapers are not to be messed with.“
In the Supernatural world, Reapers are documented as a neutral force; they reap souls when it’s their time and control life and death on rare occasions.
There’s only one sure way to piss them off and it’s messing with their job.
“Copy that.” Their glasses clinked, and Ellen took her shot first. “But a town attracting that many reapers…” Booby nodded in agreement.
“I know. Checked the town's records and everything, it’s as normal as any town is, no spells, no nothing.”
Ellen sighed, waiting was always the tough part.
“Guess we’ll see.”
Bobby took his shot.
“God I hope not.”
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Illinois, Amity Park (1999)
I decided to go to the infamous Reaper Town, coined by Bobby
I held a conversation with one.
Who knew those monsters could be civil.
Cold dead eyes stared at him. John Winchester glared back. His son, Dean, never let the creature out of his sight, aiming the shotgun directly at it. The shells were filled with whatever they thought could work according to Sammy’s research; salt, silver and holy water being the main ingredients. The reaper took the form of a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and tie, brown hair already greying at the sides. It looked human enough if it wasn’t for the fact its eyes were pitch black, almost like a demon if it weren’t for its white sclera and green pupil.
The reaper didn’t look too surprised at the hunters’ arrival.
“You have questions.” It said with a hollow voice. John scoffed.
“What do you reapers want with this town?” The reaper made a slight tilt with its head, pondering the question for a moment.
“We don’t want anything-”
“Bullshit!” Dean exclaimed. “There’s something wrong with this town. And the reapers here are hiding it!”
The reaper’s face twitched at the accusation.
“Dean.” John glared at his son. “Stand down.” Dean glanced between the reaper and his father and lowered his gun.
“Yes sir.”
“To answer the young one’s question. This town is pure.” The reaper almost looks wistful and nostalgic. “No harm shall come to it.”
The color of green took over the eyes of the reaper, and it sighed. The hunters looked at each other in a silent understanding.
“Let me guess? ‘No Hunters’.” John said, and the reaper nodded.
“You have one more question.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak.
“This town-“
John stops him, having a better idea.
“Do you know anything about the yellow-eyed demon?”
As soon as the hunter said those words the reaper appeared at his side with a haunted frown.
“Don’t trifle yourself with the matters of Hell John Winchester.” It whispered in his ear. “It won’t end well.”
“Dad!” He heard Dean shout, and then it all went black.
When the two men woke up they were back at the motel. Dean was shaken, he tried to remember what had even happened but it kept coming blank, the only memory he had was of the reaper’s face when it knocked him out. It looked sad...
John, however, took upon himself a new mission.
Those reapers know something.
About Demons
About Mary
About…Sam.
Illinois (2004)
The Reapers of this town are relentless
No Hunters, not even a passerby.
If they see you hunt, they’ll hunt you.
If this keeps going…
We might see some bodies.
“NO HUNTERS!!”
Neon green eyes flashed in fury. This reaper took the form of a young suited woman who was not running but sprinting , the hunter could see the monster in their rearview mirror.
Their buggy car was going 80 miles an hour, after this they were going to give their car the tuning of a lifetime.
It chased them to the edge of town, the hunter was only a hundred feet away from the reaper. It stood there…waiting.
The hunter closed their eyes and sighed in relief.
“Thank-”
Leave.
Don’t come back.
No. More. Hunters.
No more.
The disembodied voice in the hunter’s head lingered in whispers till the reaper turned around and returned to the town.
A phone flicked open. The hunter put in a speed dial.
The other side picked up.
“Hey, Singer. I know you said to stay away from Amity Park but I-“ A muttered curse was heard over the phone.
“Idjit, couldn’t keep it alone would ya?”
“Sorry, but those reapers…I think they're serious now…Serious about this whole no hunters thing.” Usually, those reapers would’ve just wanted the hunter knocked out and out of town, this time they were aggressive. Chasing them with full neon green eyes. “If any of us comes here they might- will drop a body.”
“…Alright. I’ll tell Ellen, no hunter goes to Amity Park.”
Bobby hung up.
The hunter took one last look at Amity Park and sighed dejectedly.
“Goodbye Reaper Town.” It was fun while it lasted.
The buggy car sped off on the deserted highway. They pray that Amity Park will never have one of their bodies. They really liked the people there, it was a small town, quiet, and a good place to retire honestly.
—
When the car was a dot in the distance, two reapers watched it go.
The reaper woman looked at her head reaper waiting for a response.
“...Don’t look at me like that.” He said in a gravelly voice.
The woman huffed.
“I told you that one would get too close.”
The man flinched. “I had it under control.”
The reaper woman threw up her hands, irritated. “Under Control!? Is that what you call a hunter speaking with the -” She was cut off with a stern glare.
“Don’t place your bets just yet apprentice. ” The senior reaper walked off the road onto the grassy plain ahead of him.
The woman sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.
“But it’s so obvious! We both know He likes the turned hero types.”
“I’m still counting on it being one of those scientists.” Or the one in Wisconsin...
His apprentice caught up to him.
“Yeah right.” She said as a natural portal appeared in front the two reapers.
The green film of pure ectoplasm enveloped them as they walked right through it.