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Supernatural Season 5 Episode 2: Good God, Y'all!

Hadrian didn't really want to go to River Pass, Colorado, but the amount of deaths that were happening there was too large and there were far too many Reapers that needed to help the Reaper that was stationed there.

But after five got deployed there Hadrian knew it was time for him to figure out what the hell was really going on.

As soon as he stepped in the town he cloaked both of his magics as a foreign and angry feeling washed over the town putting it in some type of hallucination.

Feeling his mouth thin slightly, Hadrian started walking down the street, his hair only tamed by the black cap that sat on it and a black shirt underneath his open blue flannel shirt with jeans.

He was hoping he looked like a regular thirteen year old at least, now it's just playing the part that was going to be more difficult due to the mass amount of knowledge and the investigation he was going to have to do.

Nodding toward Tessa to do her job and help the seven Reapers that were around collecting the souls that were being killed, Hadrian made his way toward a convenience store that was right next to the local church.

It also happened to be where the influx of foreign feeling was coming from, the feeling of anger, distrust, paranoia was coming from and expanding to the town.

Hadrian wouldn't exactly call it magic, maybe an artifact that let the user use it, but it was not the magic that he had from being a previous wizard, nor was it the magic he gained from being Death's Companion.

Shaking his head slightly and ignoring the blood that somewhat littered the streets, more so by the crashed cars around, he entered the store to look around trying to find someone to explain what was happening.

He looked around the deserted store and noted one of the Reapers were there, "What do you have, Erin?" he asked the Reaper in a whisper in case anyone found him, he didn't want to be seen talking to himself.

"There are a few hunters around. Two sides that seem to be pitted against one another, one assuming the other is a demon and the same to the other side. Something is making them think that the other sides the demon along with the mundanes that got caught in the fire between hunters. There's a group in the church, and the other is in a house just further into the town. Both keeping watch of the other group and will resort to killing if they think they're a demon inside the person," Erin muttered back even if they both knew no one could see of hear Erin.

Hadrian nodded his head slightly before just looking around the store before spotting a woman sneak out the front of the church and take to the alley.

Hoping to act innocent and lost, Hadrian put on a face of confusion as he looked around the store not knowing what to do.

The woman seemed to spot him sooner than he would've thought, as she entered the back of the store with her gun ready and loaded.

Hadrian made sure to only turn around after he heard the click of the gun and act like a scared child and flinch away from her, scrambling backward as no sound seemed to escape me.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked in a innocent voice, trying to put youth back into his appearance that was slightly lost after he became Death's Companion.

The woman seemed to flinch herself but she didn't lower her handgun. Instead, her other hand reached back and grabbed a flask in her pocket and held it toward Hadrian.

"Do me a favor, darling, and drink from this. Please," she said kindly but if it was any other child other than Hadrian, he probably wouldn't have taken the drink from the lady.

While acting, Hadrian looked doubtful at the flask and then the lady before hesitantly taking it from the woman. Rationally, Hadrian knew it was just holy water, feeling no alcohol in the flask that was handed to him.

But he had to keep appearances, so he shakily took the flask and took a sip from the flask and made sure the woman saw him swallow.

In an instant of seeing no reaction from him, especially as the other foreign feelings that were in the air didn't affect him, she relax and put the gun back in her pocket but ready at the instant if she needed it.

"Hello sweetie, my name is Ellen, where might you're parents be?" she asked kindly as she knelt slightly to be on the same ground as him.

Because if there was one thing Hadrian hated most, it was the lack of nutrients before he accepted Death's Magic. His relatives neglect and care made sure he was still small for a thirteen year old, something that apparently probably wouldn't change, and made him appear younger than he was.

"I don't know, I lost them," he said making sure to add sadness in his voice and a helpless look around the town.

The woman in front of him seemed to sympathize with his situation as she took his hand slowly, but seeming to be gentle. A mother's touch, Hadrian realized with a soft smile, "Well, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you hanging out in the church with me and a few others. Just until we find them at least."

Hadrian just nodded shyly and accepted the hand she gave after she stood up. Carefully they crossed their way from the store to the church where she entered first, over a demons trap, before Hadrian followed easily stepping through the trap and never once getting stuck or hesitate.

He made a show of looking at it confused before following Ellen toward a group of people. One seemed to be a regular hunting person that was helping Ellen out, another male that might be friends with the other regular hunter, a pregnant lady and her significant other, a pastor, a two women, and three other men, one in a suit and glasses, an elderly type man with a long white beard that reminded Hadrian of Dumbledore slightly, and the last looking maybe to be in his fifties and wearing average clothes.

He acted shyly as he hid slightly behind Ellen and heard a soft coo from the pregnant woman. "This is our new friend-" she paused as she realized she never got my name.

"Hadrian," Hadrian replied softly so that she could only hear.

"Hadrian, please welcome him until we find his parents," she said with a slightly tight voice. "He passed the tests," she told the hunter male that had been watching the door.

With that, Ellen pushed Hadrian toward the people were around and the pregnant lady and her husband seemed to react instantly and softly cuddled him and tell him that they would find his parents soon.

It was awkward for him, but the awkwardness seemed to be portray as sadness. Hadrian wanted to get away from the couple, after living thirteen years without any alive parents or caretakers that gave him love, he got use to not being given hugs or love along those lines. Sure Sirius and Remus gave him a lot of love, but Hadrian didn't see them much as his parents.

Uncles or Godparents sure, but to him no one could really replace Lily and James, and Sirius and Remus didn't want to anyway, they never wanted to betray any sort of image of them to Hadrian.

So they were there, and they gave him love, but it was much different than the couple in front of them that were trying to act like his parents.

Shaking his head slightly, he asked the pastor if there were any books, figuring it was a good cover of why he was alone or staring at the book with perhaps not changing the page for a good amount of time. Because he did have to listen into conversations if he wanted to figure out who was causing people to go to war with one another.

The pastor regretfully said that the only book around was the Bible or another few religious books and Hadrian just shrugged and asked for one. He hated the thing but it would be an amusing book if he did decide to read it for fun.

Merlin, he was sure Lucifer would get a good laugh at it anyway, if he saw the angel anytime soon anyway. He really needed his Reapers looking out for the man so they could resume their talks and card games that they liked to play.

Shaking his head, he decided to play it day by day.

When the hunters, Dean and Sam Winchester, appeared, Hadrian tried to make himself scarce a few times. Sometimes even hiding in the back when they were helping the others figure out the guns to arm themselves with.

Shaking his head at the war that seemed to be happening without them knowing, Hadrian eavesdropped on a conversation between Dean and Ellen. After Ellen and Sam had gotten into a fight with the demons.

Ellen even commented on her own daughter calling her a black-eyed bitch and how the demons seemed to be weird and not normal for regular demon behavior as salt and holy water didn't seem to affect them.

Debating for a brief second, Hadrian decided it was time to come clean about what he gathered, especially about the man in the suit he saw earlier and the feelings coming from the rings he wore and the chariot of a red car. It made sense that the horseman War was here and asking for trouble with hunters.

As Dean was saying how it made sense, Hadrian stepped forward for the hunter to at least finally see him, "Dean Winchester is correct," Hadrian said softly as he tilted his head up so Dean could see his face.

"Son of a bitch!" he scrambled back but didn't reach for his gun like Ellen had or how the others seemed to flinch away from him.

"Hello, Dean," Hadrian said softly as he took off his cap and placed it on the table.

"Hadrian?" Ellen asked in a tight voice as her grip tightened on her gun, "you're War?"

Blinking at her train of thought, Hadrian shook his head. "I help Death with his Reapers," he said softly, "it became my job to figure out why this town needed so many Reapers. War makes sense now," he muttered the last part to himself and tried to find out a way to figure out which one of the people in the church was War.

"What are you doing here kid?" Dean asked as he seemed to calm down from his sudden appearance.

"Apparently stop a war," Hadrian said dryly as he made sure his own ring that Death had given him was still on his finger. Truth be told it was the resurrection stone and it was how Hadrian was hiding his magic.

Feeling more confident in the fight he was going to probably have with a horseman, Dean explained to Ellen and him how it would be he and his brother that would stop war, with the apparent help of Hadrian.

While Ellen didn't know how a thirteen year old would help them, she let Dean do what he did best.

Then came the part of having to stop war, especially when Hadrian felt him release an enormous blast of anger, doubt, and the eagerness of war explode into the town.

Rushing toward the red car that Dean to grab Sam and the three of them made their war toward the red car that Dean and Sam had seen earlier.

As the scrambled to keep war from leaving, Hadrian allowed his Death Magic to release and breeze over the town, seeming to be more dominant than war's own power as it briefly stopped the feeling of doubt and eagerness of war to settle, even if it was slightly.

War seemed to tense as his and Hadrian's eye connected. Though, as soon as they did War sneered. "How great, my brothers little pet. You should've stayed dead, I wonder if the angels will finish the job they did the first time for an abomination-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Hadrian's power pressed into War making him briefly scream in anger. Hadrian didn't know what he was going on about, how was he a abomination ? How did the angels apparently kill him? There were questions but now was not the time to answer them, maybe he could find a few angels that knew of his apparent past life, but now was not the time.

"You seem to have forgotten that Death's Magic is stronger than your own," Hadrian commented that showed none of the questions that swarmed his mind.

"You can't kill War, kid," he choked out from the suppression that he was feeling.

"Perhaps not, but there is a way to stop you," Hadrian said and Dean and Sam seemed to act in an instant, because the ring that could only be removed by War was cut off his finger and he was screaming as blood spattered.

As Dean picked up the ring and Sam loosened his grip to look at his brother, Hadrian watched as War seemed to poof out of existence, because while War could cause small acts of war, he would not get a corporal form without his ring. He wasn't strong enough to keep his body beyond the ghost realm.

With War finished, Hadrian was about to teleport himself away when he felt a hand settle on his shoulder. "Nuh huh kid, we need to talk," Dean Winchester said as the child and man stared at one another.

Hadrian debated the outcome, before nodding softly. "Alright," he concluded.