Death has followed the Winchester family for as longer than Dean can remember. She's appeared to him in many forms, or perhaps he has merely percieved her that way; his brain projecting images upon her that his mortal mind can understand. For who can truly know Death?

She is endless. Ever present. A mystery. And yet, she is somehow familiar. Comforting. Peaceful.

He doesn't always recognize her, but there are times he longs for her embrace even as he fights to escape it. He's lost count of how many times he's slipped through her fingers. A hunter's life is a dangerous one, and Dean is no exception.

He certainly doesn't envy her the job of chasing down his wayward soul over and over again.