Chapter One: Remember This?

"Remember the first time we ever hunted a werewolf?" Sam asked with a light smile on his face, enjoying the pleasant familiarity of wind whipping through his hair and the low thrum of the Impala's engine.

Dean chuckled, a low and warm sound that made his smile widen. "How could I forget? That was the first time you beat both me and Dad to the kill. Oh, I still remember the look on his face when he realized a skinny little tween killed a werewolf before he could."

"And he thought I wasn't ready to hunt," Sam smirked.

"Well, you sure proved him wrong."

"Damn right."

They drove along in comfortable silence for a couples of minutes, just enjoying the scenery speed past as Dean wound his way past mountains and forests and lakes down an endlessly stretching highway. The sun was warm on Sam's skin, the breeze from the open car windows keeping him from getting hot, and the familiar leather seat comfortable underneath him. He was in his favorite car with a beer in his hand and his brother by his side. It was like heaven.

Which, funnily enough, it actually was.

"What about that haunting we worked at a Catholic school?" Dean reminisced. "Remember, we had to go undercover because the ghost was going after falsely religious students?"

"And you were its first target," Sam muttered. "Yeah, I could never forget that."

"Oh, don't sound so bummed, Sammy!" his older brother laughed. "I survived, didn't I? And think of all those cute Catholic girls in those sexy little uniforms I got to mess around with before that!"

"I would really rather not think about that. And wasn't the whole point of the uniform to be modest and keep them from dressing too provocatively?"

"Didn't work very well," Dean chuckled, and Sam found himself shaking his head. Normally, his brother's dirty sense of humor was annoying to him in an endearing sort of way, but right now there was nothing Dean could do to annoy him. He was just too glad to be in heaven alongside his brother.

Even if that had meant them both dying once and for all.

Dean seemed to sense the change in Sam's mood and so he changed the subject from reminiscing about funny anecdotes from their past to a heavier topic. "So, Sammy…what are you looking forward to most, now that you're dead?"

"I honestly don't know," Sam admitted. "I mean…I never really pictured myself being the retirement type of guy. But now that we're here…I don't know, it's kind of nice, knowing it's not our job to be out there risking our lives to save the world or die trying."

"Well, I know what I'm looking forward to the most," Dean said after a moment, and Sam turned to look at him, quirking an eyebrow curiously. A goofy grin spread across his face and he smirked, "Heaven sex." Sam rolled his eyes, but Dean continued anyway. "I mean, it's heaven, right? Everything's got to be better. I mean, the Impala runs smoother, the breeze is cooler, the sun is brighter, the air is cleaner…so I've just got to assume that sex is gonna be that much better, too."

"Well, sorry, Dean, but I won't be much help there," Sam smirked. "You had better go find Julie for that."

A far-off look came into Dean's eyes at the mention of his beloved girlfriend. "I'm so glad she's here, Sammy," Dean admitted after a moment. "If you and I both ended up here, but she was still trapped in hell…I don't know what I would have done."

"I know," Sam said darkly. "You and I would have clawed our way out of heaven and fought our way down there to get her back."

"Damn right," Dean muttered.

"But, thankfully, that didn't happen." Sam hesitated a moment. "Dean…would you rather be with her right now? Because we can head back anytime, you know."

"No, Sammy, I…I mean, obviously I want to be with her, but right now…I'm happy just being with my pain-in-the-ass little brother," he admitted.

"Jerk," Sam smirked.

"Bitch," Dean grinned.

The topic then drifted to the massive crowd waiting for them back at the Roadhouse. "Did you get to talk to anyone yet?" Dean asked his younger brother. "Bobby, or Mom and Dad…"

"Not yet," Sam shrugged. "I didn't get here long before you. And I saw everybody waiting inside but I just kind of decided to wait outside for you. I mean, they'll still be there when we get back."

"Yeah," Dean said, secretly pleased that his brother would rather be with him than all the other loved ones they had lost over the years. Obviously, he, too, wanted to be with them, but as always, Sammy took priority in his mind.

"So, uh…you haven't really told me yet how you ended up here," Sam eventually pointed out. "I mean, obviously you know how I got here…" Both brothers tried and failed not to remember how, not long ago, Sam had lay dying in Dean's arms as the world began to end.

"Right." Dean swallowed. "Well, uh…after you died and gave me the Colt, I…I got pissed." An understatement. He had been murderous, stabbing and punching the king of the Knights of Hell who had taken his brother and several other loved ones from him. "I attacked him, and while we were fighting, he got me good. I was dying, but then thankfully he started to monologue, so I had plenty of time to take him down with me."

He could still vividly remember firing the Colt into Beelzebub's skull, watching the Knight of Hell die, and dragging his failing body over to Sam's to die next to his little brother. But he tried to push away those dark thoughts and focus on happier thoughts. After all, he was in heaven.

"Huh. Well, I figured something like that must have happened," Sam said after a moment. "I'm just glad you could stop him first." Sam hesitated, and then said carefully, "I'm kind of surprised Cas didn't try to bring us back, though."

"Honestly? I'm glad," Dean admitted. "I mean, obviously I didn't want you or Julie to die, but after everything we've gone through, after all that we've done…a chance to live happily ever after with everyone we've ever lost back with us? That sounds pretty damn great, Sammy."

"Yeah, it really does," his little brother smiled.

They settled back into a comfortable silence for a while, just driving, but now Dean's thoughts were turned back to the Roadhouse where his mother and father and Bobby and all of his friends and the woman he loved all waited…

Sam took one look at Dean's wistful expression and knew it was time. "Dean?" he asked softly, and his brother turned his eyes to look at him.

"Yeah?"

Sam smiled genuinely at him and said warmly, "Let's go home."

Julie looked up, unable to hide her eagerness, as the door to the Roadhouse swung wide open. And sure enough, there they were, the tall and handsome brothers she loved so dearly. She didn't hesitate to spring to her feet, a wide and earnest grin spreading across her face as she made eye contact with Sam.

She rushed to his side and threw her arms around him, drinking in his familiar, solid warmth. He had the familiar, clean yet manly smell of Sam, and he felt as real as he had on earth. She was still getting used to how surprisingly real heaven felt. Sometimes, she could hardly even tell it from earth.

Eventually, Julie released her tight hold on Sam and pulled away to grin up at him. He brushed a large hand through her hair and grinned down at her, his hazel eyes warm and wonderfully familiar. "I missed you too," he chuckled.

She probably would have said something sassy in response, but then she saw Dean standing there and smiling at the two of them. And oh, how wonderful it was to see that man smile. She hadn't seen him smiling like that in months. Actually, she wasn't sure she had ever seen him looking this happy.

In heaven, Dean stood taller, like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His perfect lips seemed to be stretched in a perpetual, genuine grin filled with the kind of real and complete happiness he had never possessed on earth. And those gorgeous green eyes were so full of joy that she couldn't help beaming at him.

Not even caring that they were in a bar full of people watching, including their own parents, Dean brushed past Sam to grab Julie's hips and drag her close to him, kissing her long and hard and fierce. Julie let his hands pull her closer, let his lips own her, just drinking in the wonderful feeling of having his body underneath her fingers. The horrible memory of their last embrace as she waited for hellhounds to come and kill her still haunted her, but every second she spent kissing this wonderfully warm, solid, real Dean, that nightmare grew fainter and fainter.

Eventually, Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably and someone who sounded suspiciously like Charlie hollered, "Get a room!" Dean and Julie pulled apart, laughing as they did so, and tuned to face the bar full of deceased loved ones around them.

Charlie was up on her feet, looking bright-eyed and eager as she bounced over to them. "Okay, everyone!" she hollered. "You can all get in line to greet out newest members of the Heaven's Hunters Club now. But I get first dibs!"

Sam, Dean, and Julie all laughed as she reached them. She hugged Sam first, stretching up to hug the massive hunter tightly and greet him warmly. Then she threw her arms around Julie and squeezed her tightly.

"It's so good to see you, Julie," Charlie gushed. "I haven't seen you since purgatory."

"Oh, yeah, fun times," Julie smirked.

"You look good, girl!" Charlie grinned. Then a wicked gleam came into her eyes. "Like really good. Heaven suits you well, Julie. I mean, damn-"

"Alright, yeah, yeah, moving on," Dean grumbled, trying to hide his smirk, as Julie laughed.

"Oh, relax, grumpy," Charlie sighed dramatically. "You look hot, too."

"Shut up and hug me, Charlie," Dean growled in mock-annoyance, and she gladly hugged him.

"It's so good to see you, Dean," she whispered in his ear, her voice sounding tight with emotion.

"You too," he whispered. And considering the last time he saw her, she was burning on a pyre, it really was.

He would have liked to keep on catching up with his old friend, but they would have plenty of time later. A line had already formed of eager, loud hunters excited to greet their old friends.

The next person in line was Pamela Barnes, their old psychic friend who had her old eyes intact. She seemed very grateful to have her sight back as she drank in tall and gorgeous Sam and flirted with him. Julie was almost certain that she saw the woman grab Sam's ass as she embraced him, and she giggled at his shocked, amused expression.

"So you're the girl who finally locked down this looker, huh? Too bad." Pamela asked as she introduced herself to Julie. She winked at Dean, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Ignore Pamela, Jules," Dean assured his girlfriend. "She's not going to try anything."

"I can't promise that," the woman laughed, lightly slapping Dean's ass as well as she sauntered way. He stared wide-eyed at Julie, afraid to see her looking angry, but was glad to see that she was just roaring with laughter.

Old friends began to flood towards the three of them. Sam, Dean, and Julie found themselves greeting Matthew Bones warmly, and then the boys were greeted by their old friends Pastor Jim and Caleb. Before long, they had moved along, and they were embracing young Kevin Tran and smiling warmly at his beaming mother.

When Jody Mills reached them, she held each of her friends for a long time. Dean was overjoyed to see her back with her late family, and there was joy in her eyes he hadn't seen there in years.

Next up were Ash, Ellen, and Jo. Ash threw his arms around each of them enthusiastically, even Julie, and told them they were welcome here anytime. Ellen hugged both of the brothers and greeted them warmly. Jo gladly hugged Sam, and there was a tense moment where Dean was uncertain she would hug him, but she threw her arms around him as well.

But before long, they were moving along. And next up was a horde of blonde hunters, several of whom looked very similar to the beautiful woman at Dean's side.

"Uncle Jasper!" Julie cried warmly, squeezing him tightly. Jasper chuckled warmly and stroked her hair for a few seconds until she released him. He gave her a misty-eyed smile and told her how glad he was to see her up here instead of downstairs.

He moved past her to greet Sam and Dean, giving them both brief but warm hugs and congratulating them on saving the world. Meanwhile, Julie hugged her cousin, Taylor, and then her ex-boyfriend and Taylor's current boyfriend, James Hawthorne. The three of them chatted for a few seconds, but then Julie's eyes landed on the two young, blue-eyed, blonde people watching her with teary smiles and she forgot about everyone else.

Dean watched as Julie rushed over to a small, thin young woman in her early twenties with light blonde hair and the same sweet, open face as her daughter. He couldn't help but smile as he watched Julie's mother embrace her daughter. It was a bit odd to see a twenty-nine-year-old Julie hugging her mother who couldn't be more than twenty-two or twenty-three. Apparently in heaven, people were preserved at the age they died, so Julie was always going to appear older than her own mother.

And then Julie was embracing her late father, Thomas. Dean had heard many stories of this young man, and he was pretty sure he would like the guy a lot. Thomas looked quite a bit like his older brother, Jasper, but with less stubble and less harsh features. Thomas Carters had died at thirty-six, so he looked barely older than his daughter. None of that seemed to matter to the two of them, though. The father and daughter who had once been so close embraced tightly, Thomas pressing his cheek against the top of Julie's head and closing his eyes to hold back his tears.

Eventually, Julie pulled away from Thomas and sniffled. Then she suddenly smiled broadly and gasped, "Dad! Mom! Oh, you guys have to meet Sam and Dean!"

She grabbed her father's arm and towed him over to the waiting brothers with her mother on her heels. "Guys, this is Sam and Dean Winchester," Julie explained, nodding at each brother respectively.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Carters," Sam said respectfully, shaking Thomas's hand.

Thomas laughed, a warm, throaty sound that made Julie grin from ear to ear. "Call me Thomas, Sam," he said warmly, and Sam nodded, smiling back at his best friend's father.

While Sam introduced himself to Julie's mother, Katrina, Thomas turned to Dean. "So," he said slowly. "You're the young man who has been sleeping with my daughter for the last two years," he said darkly, and Dean quailed.

"I, uh…" Dean stammered, looking around for help. But then Thomas was roaring with laughter, and Julie was joining him. Thomas clapped Dean on the shoulder and said, "Relax, Dean. My daughter is an adult now, and so are you. Besides, Jasper tells me you really love her, and you're a good guy, which is more than enough for me. Although, I do have to admit, I really didn't appreciate watching you stick your tongue down my baby girl's throat a couple minutes ago."

"Dad, leave him alone," Julie whined as Dean paled again, sounding almost like a teenage girl introducing her boyfriend to her dad for the first time. Thomas smiled and tousled her hair, and then he stuck out a hand to shake Dean's.

"I'm just messing with you," he assured Dean. "Really, it's nice to meet you, Dean. You know, I used to know your dad back when I was alive."

"Really?" Dean and Julie both asked, surprised.

"Sure," Thomas shrugged. "Jasper and I went on a couple hunts with him through the years. He sure talked about you boys a lot. Couldn't quit going on about brilliant little Sammy and his kickass hunter of a son, Dean."

"Sounds about right," Sam said with a smirk as he joined the group. "I'm Sam Winchester. And you must be Julie's father. It's so great to finally meet you."

While Sam and Thomas got introduced and began to chat, Dean introduced himself to Julie's mother. Katrina was a soft-spoken, sweet, slightly timid young woman who seemed to like Dean quite a bit. Dean and Sam were both really enjoying themselves as they began to get to know Julie's family, but suddenly the Carters family was moving out of the way. Dean didn't understand, and then he saw the three people waiting and understood.

Rufus greeted both boys gruffly and then headed back to the bar for more beer. But it wasn't really Rufus that the boys were focused on. It was the man who had been their father as much as John Winchester, their gruff, tough, yet lovable surrogate father Bobby Singer.

"Bobby?" Sam asked softly after a moment of the two brothers just staring at him.

"C'mere, boy," Bobby said gruffly, grabbing Sam's back and dragging him into a tight hug. The two of them clapped each other on the back and held on tightly for several seconds while Dean and Julie watched fondly.

"It's so good to see you, Bobby," Sam said as he and Bobby finally pulled apart.

"You too, Sam," he replied warmly. And then his eyes landed on Dean.

"Bobby," Dean choked out before embracing the older man. Their hug was much longer and a lot more emotional. As Dean forced back a strange wetness in his eyes, he choked out, "You have no idea how good it is to see you, Bobby."

Bobby just laughed weakly in response and clapped Dean on the back. When they pulled apart, both men nodded warmly at each other.

"I don't suppose you boys were ever planning on introducing her to me?" Bobby asked gruffly after a moment of silence.

Dean grinned as he gently took Julie's hand and pulled her up to stand next to him. "Bobby, this is my girlfriend, Julie Carters," he said proudly. "Jules, this is-"

"The famous Bobby Singer," Julie finished warmly, shaking his hand and giving him an infectious smile. "I've heard a lot about you. And I actually know you. Well, sort of." Dean, Sam, and Bobby all raised their eyebrows in surprise. "You were one of the hunters who first taught my dad and uncle how to really hunt. They were in their early twenties at the time, and I was like two or three when you met them. Thomas and Jasper Carters?"

Bobby grinned. "No kidding," he chuckled. "I remember those boys, and their cute little girls. Wait, so you're sweet little baby Juliet?"

Julie laughed and looked down, turning a little pink with embarrassment. Bobby took her in and shook his head. "Well, you're certainly not a baby anymore," he smirked.

"Alright, enough of that, Bobby," Dean snapped, although he was very obviously trying hard not to smile.

Bobby smirked and squeezed Dean's shoulder. "I can't wait to catch up with you boys, and to get a chance to know you, Julie," he said warmly. She beamed at him, but Sam and Dean both frowned.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam called as Bobby and his late wife Karen began to walk away.

"I figured I'd let you two get a chance to catch up with your parents first," Bobby called back, smiling warmly at the two of them.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, and then turned back to the line that had formed to greet them. It was all but gone, only two people left waiting. Two very familiar people…

"Mom," Dean choked out at the same time Sam breathed, "Dad."

Their parents stepped forward, both of their eyes shiny with tears, and embraced their sons. Dean held his mother for a very long time, burying his face in her hair while Sam and his father shared a brief embrace. When Mary finally released her hold on Dean, she paused to stroke the side of his face and beam up at him for a moment before embracing her youngest son. Dean and John both hesitated for a moment before moving to hug each other, a strange sort of tension in the air between them that had never been there before, or at least not as tangible. But then the moment passed and they embraced for a long moment before letting go.

"Mom, Dad…it's so good to see you guys," Dean finally managed to say after the four of them stood there for a second, just taking each other in.

"You too, boys," John said in a gruff yet warm voice. "We've…we've missed you."

"We missed you, too," Sam said softly, his throat tight.

"I'm so sorry," Mary said suddenly in a tight, emotional whisper, and her sons both frowned. "I can't believe I brought hunting into your lives, I can't believe I did this to my sons…"

"Mom, it's not your fault," Dean said firmly. "You did everything you could to protect us."

"Besides, we turned out alright," Sam said encouragingly, and she gave him a watery smile.

"You did," she admitted. "Oh, I'm so proud of you boys. All I wanted was for you to be good men, and you two grew up to be heroes."

Sam smiled back at his mother, while Dean looked at the ground, his jaw flexing as he worked furiously to swallow his tears. Julie noticed Dean struggling and stepped up next to him. She took his hand and smiled gently up at him when he met her eyes.

"Mom, Dad," Dean said after a moment, lifting his head. "I have someone I would like you to meet."

John and Mary studied Julie, their expressions unreadable. "This, uh…this is my girlfriend, Julie Carters," Dean said uncertainly, suddenly feeling like an awkward teenager introducing his first girlfriend to his parents. It was a completely ridiculous feeling, considering he currently looked a few years older than his own mother and not too far in age from his father, who had both been preserved the same age they were when they died.

"Julie, it is wonderful to meet you," Mary said warmly, extending her hand to shake Julie's. "I am so glad Dean has found someone who makes him happy."

"It's so good to meet you, too," Julie replied earnestly. "Really. I think the world of your sons."

"Me too," Mary smiled.

She stepped back to let John greet Dean's girlfriend, but all he did was nod at her and say, rather stiffly, "Nice to meet you." His thoughts were clearly elsewhere, so Julie tried not to take his gruffness too personally.

"Well, I think I'll let you four catch up," Julie said after an awkward pause.

"What? Where are you going to go?" Dean asked, panicking for half a second.

Julie laughed and turned to face him. "Relax, Dean. I'm just going to go catch up with my own parents."

"Oh," he said softly, feeling silly now. He just wasn't quite ready to watch Julie walk away so soon after losing her.

"I'll be right here in the Roadhouse if you need me," Julie promised him, before stretching up to kiss him, not caring that his parents stood a couple feet away. Dean made the kiss stretch on a few seconds longer than socially acceptable before letting her go and brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes.

"I love you," he said softly, not really meaning for Sam and Mary and John to hear, but sure that they would.

"Love you too," she murmured, stroking the side of his face. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

Dean nodded and then watched wistfully as the woman he loved walked away. Part of him wanted to make her stay, to find some private little corner of heaven and throw her onto a bed and see if heaven sex could really measure up to what he had been imagining. Another part of him just wanted to sit alone with her and talk for hours and feel her hand in his and the warmth and comfort of her at his side. Part of him just wanted to sit here for the rest of eternity, just staring in her beautiful blue eyes.

But he had all of eternity to be with the love of his life. Right now…he wanted to be with his family.

Author's Note: I'm back! I'm very excited to be starting up this chapter of the Winchesters lives. Finally, after enduring hell and saving the world a few times, the boys finally get to come home to heaven. But don't worry. It's not all going to be bubbles and sunshine in heaven. It is Supernatural after all. We've got quite a bit of drama right around the corner. But first, I would like to extend an invitation to all of you readers. I have a general outline of where I want this story to go, and I have all the important plot points mapped out, but I still have a lot of flexibility on what happens in between. I invite you all to submit any requests you have for scenes or characters that you want to see in this story. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Thanks for reading!