Title: Death Master and Angel Son

Summary: Dean meets with Death to get his ring only to find out Death does not have it: his true master does. Now the Winchesters are on the search for Harry James Potter, the Master of Death. Will they be prepared for what they find? And why does Harry seem to hate Castiel?

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. I make no money, so don't sue me. Please and thank you.

Warning: Slash, past mpreg, Wizarding World!Bashing, EWE, Harry is Castiel's son, angst

Rating: T – though may change

Pairing: Dean/Castiel (inevitably), Castiel/James Potter (previously)

Note: As stated, this will be slash and has been mpreg, so please no flames. Constructive criticism is welcome. This story is a result of the poll I had put up: a SPN/HP fic where Harry was Master of Death and Castiel's son. I have no timeline planned on when new chapters will be released. This is a taster chapter to gauge interest – so please let me know what you think. Also, if you go to my profile you can view my other crossover story and where you can find me on other websites (AO3, Tumblr, Twitter) where I post updates on my writing and crosspost. Please enjoy. Love, Insie

Chapter One

"Lucifer has me bound to him. Some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child with a temper tantrum."

-Death (5x21 "Two Minutes to Midnight")

"If you give me your ring, we can put Lucifer away, unbind you," Dean insisted, trying to negotiate with Death. They needed the ring to put that angel dick in the ground and prevent the apocalypse: the world depended on it.

"My ring – that I cannot give Dean Winchester," Death drawled mournfully as he continued to cut into his deep-dish pizza.

"But don't you understand what Lucifer will do–" Dean started, only to be interrupted.

"As a matter of fact, I do understand, Mr. Winchester," Death snapped and his voice turned to ice. "I have been in this universe long before you, Lucifer or even maybe God – it's been so long, neither of us can remember. I have seen empires come and go in the blink of an eye. I have seen war and destruction by the hands of the sinful and righteous alike. You will do well to remember with whom you are speaking to, Dean Winchester, and how insignificant you truly are."

"Now, if you paid attention," Death continued, back to his usual drawl, "I said 'I cannot give' you my ring not that I would not give you my ring. I have no ring to give, I'm afraid."

"But –" Dean gestured to the visible white ring on Death's finger. "Your hand?"

"Oh, this?" Death said, and lazily flicked his wrist. The ring vanished from sight in a wisp of smoke. Dean's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. "Nothing more than illusion. Wouldn't want the reapers to know I'm without the ring, you know."

"Where is it?" Dean growled, and slammed his fists on the table.

"Calm yourself, young one – wouldn't want to have a heart attack now would you," Death chuckled, and then returned to his sullen mood. "You are asking the wrong question. It's not a matter of where, for I have no idea where it is, but I do know the whom. He is hidden from me, however..."

"He?" Dean ever the determined one, latched onto to that word-clue. "Someone else has your ring?"

"And finally you catch on," Death said and scowled. "Yes. My master has my ring."

"Lucifer?" Dean bellowed.

"No, no," Death replied swiftly. "Another is my true master."

"You have a true master?" Dean questioned, not believing what he was hearing.

"I know, isn't it just awful," Death replied moodily and stabbed his pizza with his fork. "An awful mistake of a deal that I made years ago with those damn Peverells. Too much hubris on my part, I fear. Well, you live and learn – or die and learn, as it were. Anyway, he that is the holder of the Deathly Hallows and has mastered Death himself is the Master of Death. He is who you will need to find in order to locate my ring."

"And who is he?" Dean asked quickly, knowing his time was rather short. They would be bringing him back to life at any moment.

"He had many names before he hid from me: the Boy-Who-Lived, the Freak, and the Chosen One. But, the name he was born to was Harry James Potter."