Author's Note: Thanks for clicking on my story! In retrospect, this story is starting at what would be the beginning of season eight but for my story sake, the boys already have knowledge of the bunker and are living there. I hope you enjoy and leave a review to let me know what you thought and if I should continue!

CHAPTER ONE: Something New

Peace.

That was one of the first sensations Dean was able to pinpoint as he gradually pried his heavy eyelids open with as much energy as he could muster, letting out a groan. The morning sun was shining bright and warm, the heat kissing his skin as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed the haze from his eyes. He took in his surroundings; the newly varnished dock and lush forest were a beautiful and unique sight that caught the hunter's breath. He turned around, spying a lawn chair and a fishing pole waiting patiently for him at the end of the dock. With hesitation, Dean sank down into the worn seat, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. He gripped the fishing pole, the cool metal feeling soothing against his calloused hands as he let absolute bliss surge through him.

The feeling of calmness and serenity was overwhelming and unknown to the hunter who spent a majority of his life running from things that wanted to kill him.

He was sitting there, letting the line and his thoughts just drift when his hunter instincts kicked into gear. "Come have a seat." He invited, not even having the care to look over his shoulder at the newcomer. He kept his gaze fixed on the water as a presence stopped beside him, crossing their arms as they looked out at the mesmerizing lake. He didn't know how to explain it, but he felt safe here and the most relaxed he's been in years.

"I have to say, your Heaven is one I wouldn't mind visiting." A woman's voice admitted from beside him, admiring the nature surrounding them.

Dean finally snuck a glance at her; she had shoulder length brown hair with bangs cut straight across that helped frame her face along with the wavy strands. She was dressed in casual business attire with a power jacket that hid her almost nonexistent curves. But, she was a stranger who said this was his Heaven so, naturally, the hunter wanted to know more. "Sorry, have we met?" He asked, his voice rough as he raised an eyebrow at the woman.

She smiled softly as she turned her body slightly so she could address him more directly. "My name is Hannah. I'm an angel." She answered matter of fact, hoping the experienced man would be able to piece it together.

Dean furrowed his brows in confusion, not sure why an angel was visiting him in his dream or Heaven or whatever. "Okay, where am I?" He questioned skeptically, knowing better than to just believe what he's told without better explanations.

Hannah's face was evident with sorrow as she spoke, having hoped she wouldn't have to go through this. "Dean, unfortunately you are in your very own personalized Heaven... You died in battle." When she finished, she looked over at him to try and gauge his expression and by the looks of it, he was taking it rather well. Strange, she thought as she was expecting a huge meltdown.

Dean pursed his lips and nodded, already had had some type of inkling this wasn't real. This wasn't his life; it could never be his life. He was Dean freakin' Winchester. His internal ramblings were interrupted when Hannah began speaking once again. "You'll remember what happened. You just have to try."

The hunter scrunched his eyebrows together, squeezing his eyes shut to try and concentrate on figuring out how the hell he had gotten here. Just when he thought it was useless, his brain was bombarded with memories.

Dean knew going in there that his chances of survival were low. But, since when did he avoid a little danger?

He and Castiel were making their way down the halls of SucroCorp, hoping to find the correct Dick Roman. After coming across two fake ones thus far, Dean was becoming more and more aggravated.

"Dean." Cas began, his voice urgent enough to cause the hunter to turn to face him.

"What Cas? We don't have time." He insisted in a hushed whisper, beginning down the corridor before he noticed the angel wasn't following him.

Castiel seemed troubled as he met his friend's determined gaze. "I feel this is not going to end well. We should turn back while we still can." He pleaded, begging the hunter with his eyes to understand.

"Cas, that's not even an option! Come on, or I'll go by myself." Dean said a little harshly before turning on his heals to the laboratory where they hoped the real Dick Roman was hiding.

With obvious reluctance, the angel followed the eldest Winchester down the hall and adjusted his grip on the bottle of cleaner he held until they came to the glass doors. Barging in, they watched the head honcho take a swig of a small creamer before he turned to face them.

"Castiel, you look well. Much better then you did when we left you." Dick quipped, seeming pleased with himself. He watched cautiously as Dean pulled out the one weapon that could take him out. "And good for you! I bet it wasn't easy pulling that together."

Dean's lip twitched with amusement as he stepped forward and held up the blood-stained bone. "You don't think this will work do you? Really, you trust Crowley?" He asked, referencing to how the King of Hell had told Dick he would give the Winchester's the wrong type of blood for the spell.

The Leviathan shrugged, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Are you sure I'm even the real me? You've certainly seen me everywhere."

The hunter flicked his brows up before taking another step forward. "No, but he is." He said, nodding at Castiel. "See, the thing with Crowley, is he will always find a way to royally bone you." Without much of a warning, he rushed forward and jammed the sharp end of the bone into Dick's chest, puncturing his heart.

His lips curling with anger, Dick grasped the bone and carefully pulled it out, completely unaffected. "Too bad. Looks like Crowley got the better of you this time." Out of his peripheral vision, the leviathan saw Castiel coming towards him so he quickly spun around and launched the angel through the glass doors, Cas landing outside of the room.

Dick barely had time to celebrate before he felt the piercing pain of something going through his neck, the rough texture of human bone lodging into his throat.

The leviathan spun and glared at Dean with such intensity any normal person would've crumpled under the gaze. Instead, the hunter stared at him, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as Dick struggled, growling with rage right before he exploded in black goop.

Dean barely had time to shield his eyes before a blinding pain coursed through him, Castiel screaming his name the last thing he heard before everything went dark.

"Stand too close to an exploding dick…" Dean chuckled humorlessly as he shook his head, glancing up at Hannah with an expectant look. "So, there has to be a reason you're here." He stated plainly, knowing something had to be up.

Hannah chewed at her lip, the man in front of surprisingly not as unpleasant as she had heard rumors about. "Naomi will be able to explain all of this to you much better than I. Will you come with me?" Hannah questioned, holding out a hand for him to take.

The hunter paused only for a split second. He was already dead, so what else could go wrong? With a casual shrug, he stood up and grasped her hand.

…

Sam was hunched forward, his elbows resting on the smooth surface of the long table in the bunker with his palms pressing into his red-rimmed and burning eyes. He hadn't slept in, how long had it been? A day? That can't be right. It felt like Dean had already been gone an eternity. He rubbed his temples before shifting so he could look at the Rolex that hung a little loose from his wrist. Dean hadn't even been missing for twenty-four hours yet. He shook his head as if to clear it before he stood, his stance a little wobbly.

The demanding growl that erupted from his stomach reminded Sam that he also hadn't eaten in almost twenty-four hours. With the last bit of motivation left in the middle Winchester, he made his way to the kitchen to try and find something to satisfy his needy stomach.

He opened up a cupboard and just stared, looking but not really seeing.

"Sam." A gravelly voice filled with unshed emotions greeted from behind him.

The hunter turned slowly, not out of caution but because he was so damn tired. "Cas, I uh- have you…" He didn't even want to finish his sentence. He knew the angel had been searching for Dean but Sam wasn't sure he could hear any more bad news.

Castiel wouldn't meet his gaze as he spoke. "I have located Dean-" He began, only to be interrupted.

"What?! Where is he?!" Sam asked with excitement only for his face to falter when he saw the pain flash in the angel's features. "What is it, Cas?" The hunter asked quietly, preparing himself for the worst.

Castiel sighed, running a hand down his face, a habit he had no doubt learned from the two brothers. "He's in Heaven, Sam. Resting peacefully." His tone ranged from grateful to sorrow, the thought of Dean dead unbearable, but the thought of Dean spending the rest of time in Heaven made it a little better.

Sam leaned against the counter, digesting the information. "So, is there a way to bring him back?" He asked hopefully and a little selfishly.

Cas lifted one shoulder in a gesture of uncertainty. "I am unsure. But, do we want to end his peace he has finally found?" The angel questioned, saying exactly what Sam's conscious was telling him.

The young hunter just nodded in understanding, knowing that they couldn't bring Dean back to the world of suffering.

Castiel had just been about to leave when they heard a small knock on the bunker door.

…

Dean had to admit, even upstairs teleporting still made him feel a little queasy. Of course, Hannah hadn't given him any warning before they took off. He was no longer on the dock but standing in what appeared to be a waiting room with almost blinding white walls, flooring, and furniture. The hunter plopped down on the comfortable looking couch and glanced to his left to see an office with glass doors and floor to ceiling windows.

The brunette angel walked into the office and said something to another angel who was seated at a large desk. He watched the stranger nod and wave her hand, indicating he could come in. With a deep breath, Dean stood up and joined Hannah in the office, feeling extremely uneasy.

"Dean, such a pleasure to finally meet in person." The new angel greeted, standing up and extending her arm for him to shake.

He took it awkwardly before he released and sat ungracefully in one of the plush chairs in front of her desk. "Soo…" He trailed off, waiting for her to fill in her name as Hannah positioned herself by the door.

"Naomi." She said plainly. She had her hair pulled back in a tight bun, the broad shoulders of her suit easily seen as she folded her hands on the top of her desk. "I'm sure you are wondering why you're here." She paused, continuing once the hunter nodded. "In case you weren't aware, you are a very important man. Even though the Apocalypse has come and gone, you are still the righteous man." Dean gave her a weird look, obviously confused by what all she was saying. "Your brother and even Castiel need you, Dean. You and that family of yours are destined to do great things, but if you aren't by their sides, well…" She hesitated, silently wondering how much she could reveal. "Let me put it this way: You need to be on Earth and we have a proposition for you."

"You mean a deal." Dean clarified, a single smug brow raising.

Naomi shook her head, appalled by the term. "We could bring you back to life as an angel." She said abruptly, causing Dean choke on his own saliva. "It's a lot to take in, I know."

The hunter's eyes fell to the floor as he weighed his options. He could stay here and be happy or he could go back to his shit excuse for a life. But, he'd be an angel so that'd be an improvement right? But didn't he deserve to just rest? He had been through too damn much…

That kind of thinking was instantly cut off as he shook his head. He heard the woman. She basically told him that Cas and Sam won't make it without him. The choice was clear to him as he raised guarded eyes to the angel. "What's the catch?" He asked suspiciously, knowing this sounded a little too good to be true.

The angel smiled softly, not surprised the hunter had picked up on the fact something had to be off. "The one set back is that you won't have any memories of what you've accomplished in your life. The moment you hit Earth, that is your first true memory."

Dean shook his head in disbelief. How could he help his family if he had no idea who he was? "Can I borrow a pen and paper?" He asked hastily, holding out his hand.

Naomi seemed uncertain but eventually gave in as she handed him the supplies, watching quietly as he scribbled something on the small yellow piece of paper. After standing up and shoving the note into his pocket, the hunter seemed ready. "Let's dance."

…

Sam pulled out his favorite gun from his waistband, the silver coating shining in the ample light in the bunker. He and Cas made their way cautiously to the door, not knowing who in the hell would be knocking.

The hunter turned toward the angel to make sure he was ready and after the count of three, he flung open the door.

"Don't shoot!" An all too familiar voice pleaded, holding up both his hands in an effort to protect himself.

Sam's eyes narrowed in bewilderment as he eyed the man standing before him up and down. He didn't lower his gun, he instead took a step back. "Dean?" He said carefully, not stupid enough to put his trust into the thing at the door.

"I'm assuming?" The supposed to be dead hunter answered, his sentence ending in more of a question. His hand went to his pocket and Sam immediately adjusted his pistol to where it was pointed directly at Dean's head.

"Try anything and I will kill you." He threatened, not liking the idea of somebody possessing his brother's corpse.

Dean held up his right hand in a calming gesture while his left dug into his pocket for the yellow note. He held it out to Sam who took it with haste. "Listen, I just woke up and this was all I had on me. I didn't have anything else to go on so I figured… I'd take a shot."

Castiel was staring at Dean with such intensity it was almost uncomfortable. After reading the note, Sam handed it over to the angel who looked like he was constipated. Cas's eyes ran over the words, a bad feeling forming in his gut. He read some directions to get to the bunker and then the last thing written on the note gave him pause.

Sam and Cas,

Try to put me back together alright?

"Cas, what do you think that means?" Sam asked, his gaze and weapon never leaving Dean.

Castiel looked at Dean, really looked. After a moment, his eyes widened in recognition. "Can you see my wings?" He asked the man, testing a theory. The young hunter's brows creased as he gave the angel a funny look but figured Cas knows what he's doing.

Dean cleared his throat, being taken off guard by the odd question. "Yeah, so what? Can one of you just tell me what's-"

Castiel grabbed Sam's arm and yanked him aside, his voice a low whisper as he quickly filled the youngest Winchester in. "Sam, Dean's… an angel." He said slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it.

Sam and Cas both simultaneously turned toward the puzzled man at their doorstep, not knowing what the hell they had stepped in.

…

TBC?

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