Hello All. Now this idea just came to me in the bath (and why not? good place to get ideas) and I thought I would write it down and see what you guys thought about it. Firstly I would like to say that I hope that this doesn't offend anyone as it does deal with some issues that could be sensitive. I am not trying to belittle anyone or their experiences and I hope you don't take anything that I write the wrong way.

That been said I hope you all like this latest plot bunny of mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural.

Dean Winchester's life ended the way he always thought it would. Alone in a motel room on a crisp cold January morning lying in a puddle of his own puke.
Not that he had had much of a life anyway. Being a non-functioning alcoholic with a serious attitude problem didn't really lend itself to any great achievements or aspirations. Though I should probably explain that he had a good reason for why his life had gone down such a path. He had at a young and tender age lost his entire family in a car accident. He was the only survivor, though some would say that he too had died that day. Gone was the carefree happy boy, replaced by a cynical hard eyed young man.

From here he went to live with family friends the Singer's and this would have worked to pull him back on track if it weren't for the fact that six months after his arrival there was a fire. And again he was the sole survivor. He learnt then it was best to be alone. If you care for nothing and no one then you cannot get hurt.
From there he went to a succession of not so nice foster homes until he finally left the system at the age of eighteen. It was then he started his new phase of life with alcohol as his companion. (Now I know none of this is an excuse for his life choices, but it does give the background.)
Now on with the story (hmm I did say it would be entertaining didn't I? I think I should get on to that.) Dean was aware he was dead for two reasons the first he was sober for the first time in at least a decade and second there was a strange woman sat on the bed next to him and he would surely have remembered if he'd brought her back if you know what I mean. (Yes dean I think we can guess).
"Hey honey. So you an angel?" He asked with a flirtatious smile.
"No I am your reaper Dean." She replied with a serious yet kind expression on her face.
"So you've come to take me to hell?" He asked somewhat warily. He didn't really think he wanted to go there. (You don't say.)

"I do not choose where you go Dean I just take you there." She replied in an even voice.
"Yeah well I was told never to anywhere with strangers so I think I'll -"
At that the reaper cut him off with just a glare. "My name is Tess "she said standing and offering him her hand.
Dean looked at it then up at Tess and knew he really didn't have a choice. He had nothing to stay on earth for after all. So with his typical Winchester swagger he stood and took her hand ready to face whatever came next head on.

The next thing Dean knew he was in a bar. But it was unlike any bar he'd ever been to. (Yeah for a start it was clean.) The bar he was in was all white and as he looked around he noticed it was empty. Not just of customers but staff as well.
"What the -" He said as he took in the room.
"Hello Dean." Came a gravelly voice behind him causing to spin and almost (almost damn it! He did not fall on his ass) lose his balance.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked from the floor where he had purposely chosen to sit. (Okay we believe you Dean, honest.)
"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord." Replied the man who Dean noticed (now that he was looking) was rather attractive with his messy sex hair, trench coat and amazing blue eyes. Not that dean was interested at all (yeah, right).
"What is a damn angel doing in hell?" He asked grumpily still not thinking of getting up.
"An angel wouldn't be in hell Dean. I imagine it would be rather inclement and inhospitable environment for one." Castiel replied tilting his head in confusion about why they were discussing this.

"What the-? Then where the hell are we?" Dean asked getting pissed at the angel-man in front of him.

"We are in heaven Dean." Castiel replied immediately, thankful to be back onto a conversation that makes sense to him.

"You're telling me that heaven is an empty bar?" Dean asked with heavy sarcasm and a shake of his head.

"No. this is more an induction area. It is not really any place but I thought you might be more comfortable in familiar surroundings." Castiel replied putting his hands in his pocket as he looked at the man still sitting on the floor. Maybe that was what one did in a bar? He didn't really know.

"Okay…what does that actually mean?" Dean asked holding his head now. Couldn't this damn angel just speak plainly?

Castiel realising that they were going to be here longer than he normally was decided to follow Dean's lead and sat down opposite him, startling the man. Dean had forgotten he was actually on the floor. "You have been brought to heaven after you death. Now you are here it is my job to familiarise you with the rules and expectations and to show you how it all works. This is a meeting place between souls and there chosen angel." He explained slowly as if speaking to a child.

"Chosen angel? Chosen by who?" Dean asked with a laugh, he had a chosen angel? He didn't remember making that choice.

"My superior the archangel Gabriel choose me for this assignment." Castiel replied with complete faith in Gabriel to make the right choice. (Really? You have faith in Gabriel? Oh you poor innocent angel. Never fear, it will defiantly be…educational?)

"okay." Dean said, he hadn't really been expecting an answer to that. "So why we sitting on the floor?"

"Is this not what one does in bars?" Castiel replied with a tilt of his head. This human was very confusing. (And it's only just begun.)

"Umm, no in bars usually you drink." Dean responded looking at the angel as if he couldn't believe he was having to explain that. (Okay he really couldn't believe it but…artist licence?)

"Oh. Would you like a drink Dean?" Castiel asked, wanting to make this as comfortable for him as possible.

"Yeah sure why the hell not." Dean replied thinking that a drink could be helpful here. Everything might just start making sense then, either that or he could drink himself into oblivion and forget all about it.

"Very well." Castiel said and with a click of his fingers a glass appeared in front of Dean.

"Hell yeah." He said grabbing it only to spit it out after taking a sip. "What the hell? This is apple juice man!" he exclaimed.

"Of course. Do you not like it? Would you prefer orange?" Castiel asked upset that he had got it wrong, he had thought apple was Dean's favourite.

"No. I would prefer something containing alcohol." Dean replied with a growl putting the glass down and crossing his arms.

At this sentence Castiel narrowed his eyes at the human while he said "the first rule of heaven is that there is no intoxicating substances."

"And you say I'm in heaven, seems more like hell to me." Dean muttered in reply.

"You do not need alcohol to be happy here Dean Winchester." Castiel said still glaring at the man in front of him.

"Yeah right." Dean replied sarcastically.

"Good." Castiel said firmly nodding his head and standing, the sarcastic tone of Dean's voice being completely lost on him. "Then shall we get started?" he asked turning to Dean.

Dean looked up at the angel. My god how could someone be that naïve? But the he smiled. He could have some great fun with such an innocent being. And with that thought he stood and gestured towards the door. "Lead on" he said.