Hi everyone, this is something I started a couple of months back but then I got bogged down with moving to Uni so it took a back seat. It was originally set straight after the season 8 finale but then I watched the mid-season finale and wanted to make a fix it fic (because really what was that!). It follows basically the same plot but I've just moved a couple of things around. I hope you like it. Please read and review! Idril x

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or any of the characters.

Prologue

"I think Heaven will be like a first kiss." ― Sarah Addison Allen

Kevin Tran POV

I woke with a start. A cold sweat dripped down my spine as I gasped for breath, desperately trying to suck air into my protesting lungs. I ran a shaking hand through sweat soaked hair and tried to remember what I'd dreamt that had left me feeling as though I was on the verge of passing out. After blinking a couple of times I managed to clear the black spots from my vision and found myself staring at a collection of dog eared paperbacks that I kept on a shelf in my room in the bunker. So I hadn't fallen asleep at the library table face down on the tablet. That was a nice change. I pulled my legs up to my chest, kicking out in frustration at the covers until I managed to release my feet, and tried to put the bile lacing my throat down to spending too long reading the angel tablet. Still I couldn't get the uneasy feeling out of the pit in my stomach. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.

"Happy birthday Kevin." My first thought was that my birthday wasn't for months. My second, and what really should have been my first, thought was that there was a strange girl had wandered into the bunker. I stared in credulity at the girl standing nonchalantly before me. Her bright emerald eyes glimmered in the dusky light of the bunker as she bounced anxiously from one foot to the other, however, a bright smile alighted her face as she played with a loose lock of raven black hair. She giggled at something, I wasn't sure what, perhaps she was crazy? Before I has a chance to call out to Sam or Dean for a little assistance she has crossed the room in two long strides until she was looming over the bed.

"Hey, hey does Dean know you're here? Sam? They don't usually let people in off the street. It's kind of a secret… jump in any time?" I finished, staring wide eyed at the girl as she perched on the bed and leaned forward, her hand running through my hair. I leapt back on the bed, who the hell was this girl? And why the hell wasn't she speaking? Suddenly she turned, rooting around in the bedside cabinet. I stared at her wide eyed for a second, too stunned to even ask her to stop. Obviously not being able to find what she was looking for she reached up and grasped the pulley for the bedside lamp. The light spluttered for a second before bursting to life. The light burned into my irises. Just like…

Just like Sam.

Just like…

I spun myself round, away from the intrusive blast of light but I couldn't get away from the blinding images. Sam… Sam turning into something… something that wasn't, that couldn't have been Sam. Something that had the power to create a blistering light that... killed.

Oh God. I was dead. The Winchester's had finally managed to kill me. So, the bunker was heaven? Jesus Christ I was stuck here in death as well. The girl next to me still hadn't reacted, she was still rifling through the drawer. I'd spent enough time around the Winchesters to have heard about their foray into heaven. It was meant to be a highlight of all your best memories. So surely I should have been home with my Mom in our old house and not stuck in the bunker with a girl I hadn't met. How was she even here?

"Happy birthday Baby," The dark haired beauty finally turned with a small wrapped package that she held out. I took it, playing my part while my head spun a mile a minute. What the hell was going on? I unwrapped it to find a black cord necklace with a bronze symbol hanging from it. There was something familiar about the curved script, maybe it was enochian, but I couldn't understand it. I turned back to the girl, wanting to ask what the hell it was, maybe she was another Winchester- only they would give me another homework assignment on my birthday- but I knew she couldn't answer. However, she was sat with her head bowed, her dark lashes kissing her cheeks while a pink tinge spread across her face. "I know you know what it means," she whispered uncertainly.

"I wish I did, I wish I knew who you were but I don't," I muttered, wishing I could interact with her. She laughed suddenly, looking up with bright sparkling eyes before wrapping her arms around me. I staggered back but managed to stay upright as she burrowed against my chest. My stomach flipped as I felt her body against mine. The wisps of her hair tickling my jaw as she nuzzled against me. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her fragile frame under my hands. I hadn't held anyone like this in a long time. Hell, the odd slap on the back or a ruffle of my hair was the most physical affection I'd had in a long time. Since… since my Mom.

"I love you, Kevin Tran," The quiet, whispered confession against my neck shocked me out of my revere. I stared down at the top of her curly head in shock, wishing I could say it back but I couldn't because I hadn't got a clue who she was. I wish I knew what my side of the conversation would be, although I could take a wild guess that I love you too would probably come next. If I knew her then this would probably be one of my best memories. A beautiful memory with a girl I loved. Maybe heaven was already predetermined, and if you died before your time you just lived through it. It would explain why I didn't recognise the girl who was declaring her love for me. It would also fit with the craptastic luck I seemed to have in life. I mean the one upside to being dead was that you got to spend eternity in heaven with the ones you loved, remembering your best moments. I should be able to know what was going to happen next, what my side of the conversation would be. I should be able to remember the feelings that this moment conjured the first time I heard it. I should feel butterflies at hearing her declaration.

I shuddered suddenly as I felt her tongue against my neck, the contact making me shudder as one arm slid under my over shirt and grasped my T-shirt, pulling me down on top of her. I followed, positioning my hand beside her shoulder so I could support myself, even in heaven I doubted squashing your partner would go down well. She worked her way up my neck, placing delicate kisses along my jaw until she finally reached my mouth. I captured her mouth in mine, feeling her soft lips pressed against mine, her tongue flicking out against my lips, begging for access and before I knew what I was doing I had granted it. There was something both insanely wrong and yet insanely right about lying here with this girl. I focused on the physicality of it, feeling her body underneath mine as she moved in sync with me, it was a nice distraction. If I was stuck in heaven then I might as well have a little fun.

"Kevin," She moaned against my lips and my eyes flicked open to stare into her deep green eyes. They lit up as she smiled, a proper grin that stretched across her face and made her eyes sparkle. I recognised the look in her eyes. I recognised her smile. I knew my fumbling through heaven and this unknown memory was finally in sync as we stared at each other. She wore the same expression my Mom gave me when I was little and she'd ruffle my hair as she read me a bedtime story. It was unashamed, unadulterated love. I hadn't seen that look in a long time. It was as though, through that one perfect look, a switch had flicked inside me. Emotion hit me like a freight train; the love, the trust, the hope that I had in her washed over me. The burning light that had destroyed my life was twisted in her eyes until it turned into a soft pulsating glow. I knew her. I might not have met her but familiarity burned inside me. I knew her. I loved her.

"Anna." Her name was wrenched out of my like a dying man's prayer. Anna. My Anna. No sooner had the realisation hit me then the room began to burn a blistering white. I wanted to shut my eyes but I couldn't tear my gaze from her content face.

Her green orbs were the last things I saw before the light blinded me and I was clawed out of my heaven and thrown into oblivion.