Lucien stood in the hospital room, watching as his family carried his unconscious body away.
The scene had a dreamlike quality - sounds muffled, colors slightly washed out, movements leaving faint trails in the air.
He felt strangely detached, as if he were watching a movie rather than his own life.
"Curious, isn't it?" came a refined voice from behind him. "How one small boy can change the very fabric of existence."
Lucien turned to find a thin, elegant man in a black suit watching him. The man leaned casually on a silver-headed cane, his ancient eyes holding the weight of eons.
Death had arrived.
Lucien's mind reeled, memories coming together in his mind. Nine years of Lucien Winchester's life crashed alongside twenty years as Samael - a human from a world where this world was fiction.
It was his first life, he knew it was so.
He is Samael. And he has become Lucien.
The disorientation though was profound, yet somehow he managed to keep his expression merely surprised rather than completely overwhelmed.
'This is Death. The actual horseman Death. From Supernatural. Which is... real. I'm in Supernatural. And I'm John Winchester's son. And I just created the Force. What the actual f-'
(Knowledge came to him intuitively and instinctively of what he had done.)
"You're... Death," Lucien said, trying to sound appropriately terrified for a nine-year-old, but his voice came out steadier than he intended.
He just felt... calm. Almost at peace right now.
Death tilted his head slightly, studying the boy with newfound interest. "Indeed I am. And you, young Lucien Winchester, are a most unexpected addition to the cosmic order."
His lips curved into the faintest suggestion of a smile. "Most humans fall to their knees or attempt to flee when they see me. You seem... remarkably composed."
'Act like a scared kid,' Lucien reminded himself. 'Not like someone who's seen this character on TV.'
"I'm... I'm dead?" Lucien asked, forcing a slight tremor into his voice.
"Not precisely," Death replied, taking a measured step forward. "You exist in a liminal space between life and death. Your body is in shock from what you've done."
"What I've done?" Lucien's eyes widened. This reaction, at least, was genuine.
"Come now," Death said, his voice soft yet penetrating. "On some level, you must sense it. What you've created. What you've become."
Lucien's mind raced. He did know, somehow. Deep inside, beyond the confusion of it all, lay an intuitive understanding of what had happened when his memories returned.
The Force. He'd created the actual Force.
Which was absolutely fucking INSANE!
"I don't understand," Lucien said, though part of him did. "I was just watching a movie."
Death's penetrating gaze seemed to look through him. "It is truly fascinating. You did it unconsciously, but you indeed did it."
After a moment of silence between the two of them, Death spoke again.
He gestured with his cane toward the hospital corridor. "Perhaps we should walk and talk. Time, after all, is something I have in abundance."
Lucien followed Death into the corridor, where hospital staff stood frozen in mid-motion, a dropped clipboard suspended in air.
"What happened to everyone?" Lucien asked, poking a finger at the clipboard, which remained unmoved.
"We're between moments," Death explained casually. "A convenience I allow myself when conversation is required."
They walked past nurses and doctors, all suspended like statues in an elaborate tableau.
"You've created something unprecedented, young Winchester," Death continued. "Your soul, which was already unusually powerful, released energy that has restructured a portion of reality itself."
"The Force," Lucien whispered, the connection to watching Return of the Jedi suddenly crystal clear.
"Indeed." Death nodded approvingly. "Your belief in this 'Force,' combined with your extraordinary soul energy, has manifested it as a real cosmic power."
He paused by a window, gazing out at the frozen rainfall. "It's now a fundamental aspect of existence - a connective energy field binding all living things."
Lucien's mind struggled to process the enormity of what Death was saying. He'd created the Force. Actually created it. Not just gained Force powers, but brought the entire concept into existence within the universe.
"Like actually in the movies?" he asked,
"Similar, yet different," Death replied. "Your Force has aspects of light and dark - not good and evil per se, but necessary components of balance. Rather like the cosmic forces that already existed."
'He means Chuck and Amara,' Lucien realized, though he couldn't reveal that he knew those names.
"Is that why I feel... different? Like I can sense things?" Lucien asked, genuinely curious about his connection to his creation.
Death's eyes narrowed slightly. He studied Lucien for a moment. "Yes, you will sense things differently now. The Force flows through all creation, and you are its source - its father, if you will."
They reached the hospital cafeteria, where Death casually helped himself to a cup of coffee from the frozen hand of a doctor. The liquid poured in slow motion until Death accelerated it with a slight gesture.
"Prior to your... intervention," Death continued, sipping his coffee, "existence was maintained by three fundamental pillars: Creation, Destruction, and myself - Death." He set the cup down precisely. "Now there is a fourth: Balance. You."
Lucien felt his stomach drop. "Me? But I'm just-"
"A child?" Death finished, the faintest amusement in his eyes. "Yes. And yet, you are now intrinsically connected to the fabric of reality itself."
"Am I... immortal now?" Lucien asked, his mind racing with possibilities of what all this could mean.
Death's expression became unreadable. "You are something new. Your continued existence is necessary for the Force to remain, yet you retain your humanity." He tilted his head. "A curious phenomenon."
Lucien's mind was reeling. He was a cosmic entity? A pillar of existence? Like Chuck, Amara, and Death?
'This is becoming more and more crazy by the moment.'
"You seem remarkably accepting of cosmic concepts," Death observed. "Most human children would be overwhelmed. Though I suppose it isn't too surprising compared what you've already accomplished."
"I'm... very confused," Lucien insisted, trying to sound more bewildered than he felt.
Death's thin lips curved slightly. "Are you? How interesting."
(Death was testing him, to Death, Lucien was a blindspot now, everything about him was practically unknown.)
They continued walking, now through a corridor Lucien didn't recognize.
"What does this mean for me?" Lucien finally asked. "What happens now?"
"You will develop abilities beyond normal humans," Death explained. "You already possess intuitive knowledge of how to use the Force, though mastering it will require training and practice."
"Will I be able to move things? Like in the movies?" Lucien asked, deliberately sounding more childlike.
He wasn't sure as time went on and he calmed down more that he could fool Death- a stupid notion really. He might've already dug himself a grave by acting, but since he's begun already, might as well continue.
"That and more," Death confirmed. "Though your powers may manifest differently than your fictional counterparts. The Force is now yours to shape, within certain cosmic boundaries."
Lucien felt a mixture of excitement and terror. The idea of having so much power was awesome, but what this was all going to cause was still too much to think about.
"Others will sense what you have become," Death warned, his tone growing more serious. "Some will seek to use you. Others may try to destroy you, fearing your power."
"Does God know about me?" Lucien asked before he could stop himself.
Death paused, eyeing him curiously. "You speak of God so casually. Most children your age barely grasp the concept."
"My mom is Catholic- and I've always believed in Him, so," Lucien shrugged, deciding to forgo anymore acting. Too tiring really.
'I'm really all over the place- I got to sort everything out once this is over,' thought Lucien to himself.
A flicker of amusement crossed Death's ancient face. "To answer your question: yes, God is aware of your existence and what you've done. However," he added with peculiar emphasis, "certain aspects of you remain hidden even from Him."
"What do you mean?" Lucien asked, genuinely confused.
"The Force itself protects you in ways that even I don't fully understand," Death explained.
"It's as if it has developed a consciousness of its own - a will to preserve its creator. Though its influence remains limited. Just because its will is your will, what you wish it wishes, does not mean it can act on its own too much."
"It is power that needs your willful direction. I doubt you will be able to harness its true capability any time soon, perhaps not till at least the mountains themselves crumble."
Lucien remained silent for a long moment, processing it all.
"Why are you telling me all this? Are you normally this... involved?"
Death smiled slightly as he then put his hand on Lucien's head, gently rubbing his head, messing up his hair. "No, I do not. This is the only aid I intend to bestow you at the moment. This situation is too delicate to leave you completely blind. But I on principle, refuse to involve myself in the cosmic drama."
The hospital around them suddenly flickered, like a television with poor reception.
"Ah," Death said, glancing around. "Your consciousness is beginning to return to your body. Our time grows short."
"Wait!" Lucien called, panic rising. "I still don't understand everything."
"Few ever do," Death replied calmly. "But understand this: you have become Balance incarnate. Trust your instincts - the Force, your own power will guide you naturally."
The hospital flickered again, more violently this time.
"Will I remember this conversation?" Lucien asked urgently.
"Yes," Death assured him. "Though it may take time for the full implications to become clear to you."
"Do you know everything I can do now? What I'm capable of?"
Death's expression became contemplative. "No. You are something new in creation. Your potential remains to be discovered." He paused. "Which makes you quite fascinating to observe."
The world around them began dissolving at the edges, reality bleeding away like watercolors in rain.
"Will I see you again?" Lucien asked.
"Sooner than most, later than some," Death replied enigmatically. "The cosmic balance has shifted with your arrival. I suspect our paths will cross again."
Lucien felt a pulling sensation, drawing him back toward his physical form.
"One last thing," Death said, his voice growing distant. "Welcome to existence, young Balance. It is nice that I am no longer the youngest of us siblings."
Lucien's face was turned to confusion as everything dissolved and he felt himself falling, rushing back toward his body.
And so his eyes opened, and he saw his mother's and a pair of emerald green eyes looking down upon him, as a black woman's hand rested on his forehead.
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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
Do tell me how you found it.
Did you like the conversation with Death? I hope I kept him in character.
Well, I hope to see you all later,
Bye!)