Ash thought Heaven was heavenly. Maybe it was because he got to spend the rest of eternity in the Harvelle Roadhouse, or maybe it was because he had personally hacked into the whole celestial system.
On his computer, an exact replica of the one he'd built when he was still alive, various stats and code scrolled by lazily. Abruptly, a red alert message popped up. Years ago, he'd rigged the system so that every time someone significant or someone he knew died, his sensors would detect their souls and send him a message. Ash ran a hand through his grimy mullet and peered more closely at it. The name he saw made his eyes widen. He turned around and faced the rest of the Roadhouse. Various other people from his same industry, hunters of the supernatural, were scattered around the bar or sitting alone at some of the numerous tables. He finally saw the woman he was looking for, a middle-aged huntress with boyish-short, red hair. He had never liked her much personally, but she was the one who'd asked him to add that name to the alert list.
"Victoria!" Ash called across the dusty, whiskey-scented bar. Several heads popped up to look on in curiosity. Not much tended to happen nowadays. The woman, Victoria, narrowed her eyes at Ash as he motioned for her to come over. She walked around to him warily, but when she looked at the screen he was pointing to, her heart stopped and she suddenly felt more devastated than that day she killed herself.
There, written in the flashing alert box under the dirty screen, was the name of her daughter. "Allison Argent. New Arrival."
Allison woke up laying in an overgrown clearing. She recognized the place immediately. How could she not? It was the exact place where she'd played hooky on her birthday with Scott McCall, her ex and first love.
As she picked herself off the dry ground, she was greeted by a pair of warm, chocolate brown eyes and a dopey smile. Scott.
He came closer and pulled her in for a kiss. Startled, Allison pulled away. Something wasn't right. Not wrong, just not… normal. Not that such a thing as normal ever existed for her, anyway. Scott looked surprised. "What, don't want another birthday kiss?" He teased.
Allison slowly shook her head, thinking. The last thing she remembered was being stabbed by a katana-wielding Oni and then dying in Scott's arms. Everything clicked. "I'm in Heaven," she murmured. Of course.
Scott chuckled. "Heaven? I don't know about that, Allison. I could think of a few better things."
She frowned. As much as she loved the thought of spending the rest of eternity frolicking around with the boy she knew she would always love, there was one issue nagging at her mind. It wasn't that she was dead; she'd accepted that probably even before she got stabbed. She wanted to know where her mother was. Since she had been proved an afterlife did exist, she wanted to meet her mother again and say she loved her. Allison hadn't taken that opportunity when her mother died.
Just then, she heard voices calling out her name. One of them sounded like a man, and the other sounded… like her mother.
"Do you hear that?" She hissed to Scott.
He looked oblivious. "What? Allison, I don't hear anything. Nobody will find us. Trust me." He smiled. "I have good hearing."
"I know, you're a werewolf," she snapped. Scott looked confused. At the time Scott and this place were from, she hadn't yet found out about Scott. She'd only just started researching her family crest. So, maybe, that meant in her memory, Scott wasn't a werewolf.
The voices sounded closer. "I'm here!" Allison yelled, trying to make her way to the voices. "Mom!"
She came to the edge of the clearing, ignoring Scott. She saw a shape just beyond, hidden amongst the thick forest. Racing forward, she dodged branches and leapt over brambles. Finally, she found her mother.
Victoria Argent locked eyes with her daughter and resisted the urge to wrap her in an embrace, just for now. She snatched Allison's hand and led her to the door back to the Harvelle Roadhouse, a rectangular portal pasted onto a tree trunk. Ash hung halfway through it, glancing at a timer.
Allison looked back for Scott and yelled his name. "He's not real," Victoria stated, running closer to the portal.
"Hurry!" Ash called. "Time's running out."
Allison took one last glimpse at Scott's fading figure as she dove into the portal after her mother.
She ended up as expected for any Heaven-jumper. The landing was a bit rough. Her combat boots hit the floor of the Roadhouse and her ankles wobbled before she stood up, curious as to how Heaven worked. She just wished her friends were here with her.
"Who are you?" She asked Ash.
"A friend," Victoria answered shortly. Then she couldn't resist. Victoria pulled Allison into a long-awaited hug.
Allison barely felt the tears that slipped down her face as she whispered, "I love you, Mom. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Victoria ended the hug. "Now, Allison, you need to tell me how you died." She hoped it wasn't that Scott boy's fault. She hated him with a passion. She should have just killed him when she had the chance.
"Saving my friends' lives," Allison replied.
Ash had left the storage room to check something on his laptop. Now he was back. "Allison, you didn't save everyone."
"What?" She breathed, horrified. "Who else?"
"Aiden."
All she could think was 'Oh no'. So she said, "I want to see him."
Ash obliged. He brought her to Aiden, and after an emotional reunion, Allison left him in his heaven, playing games with a younger version of his twin brother. And then Allison stayed at the Harvelle Roadhouse, reuniting with some of her parent's old hunting associates.
It wasn't until nearly a year later when something shocking happened.
"We have a crossover," Ash announced. "The Winchesters are investigating the Nemeton." The Nemeton was an old tree in the midst of Beacon Hills Reserve. Allison and every other listener in the Roadhouse knew exactly what that meant.
