Author's Note: Although I am posting the first chapter of this story now, it may be a long time before I post the next chapter, as this is all I have written so far and I have a terrible track record with updating things. I posted this mostly to see whether people are interested in the concept.

Jessica Moore dies in the pilot, we all know this. But then what? That is not the end in Supernatural-verse. She will go to Heaven (I assume; she does not have much of a character in the show, but she seemed like a good person). So this story's concept is: Jess wakes up in Heaven, thinking that her death was just a horrible nightmare and she is still alive at Stanford with Sam.

Eventually, though, she starts to get the feeling that something is wrong.

And the story goes from there. Just, take the situation the character was left in, and ask, "What would they logically do next?"

And I do not actually have an answer yet. I do not know where this story is going.

But I think it will be interesting to find out.

Stairway to Heaven

Chapter One

Pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from a slit belly; it hurts, it hurts, what, how, why?

Sam walks into the room, doesn't look up, doesn't see her, and she can't speak as he walks across the bedroom eating one of the cookies she made him and flops down, tired so tired he's always so tired

Oh Sam, Sam, her beloved Sam, why, why, why? Why is this happening to her, why is it happening to him, why didn't he come back just a little bit later so he wouldn't have to watch her die?

The blood drips onto Sam's face and he opens his eyes and screams.

"Jess! No!"

The fire comes, burning, destroying, taking the happiness they had together; imperfect as it was, fragile as it was, it was real, and it was theirs.

And as her life burns around her just as her body burns away, the only thing she can think is

Why, Sam?


Jessica awoke with a gasp, jerking upright, her breath coming in short pants as she fought for air through the feeling of choking on smoke.

But the air was clear and pleasantly cool. No smoke. No fire.

No blood.

And a warm body next to her in the bed, stirring awake.

"Jess?" Sam mumbled sleepily, his words slightly slurred. "Wha's wrong?"

Jessica Moore drew her breath in on a sob, and flung herself into her boyfriend's arms.

Sam wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair soothingly.

"Hey," he said gently. "What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

Jess nodded into his chest.

"It was horrible," she sobbed. "I was – somehow, I was on the ceiling, but there was nothing holding me there. I was bleeding, and it hurt so much, Sam, and then you came in and lay down on the bed and the blood hit your face, you were screaming and then there was fire everywhere and I was burning and I didn't know how, I didn't know why..."

Sam held her close, still petting her hair.

"That must have been terrifying," he murmured. "But you're safe now, Jess. I know it was awful, but it's over now, and you're safe."

That was one of the things she loved about Sam. He never shushed her, never dismissed her fears as baseless or her nightmares as "only a dream". He just comforted her, and told her that everything would be okay.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he replied, voice soft and tender.

Jessica smiled and went back to sleep, safe in her boyfriend's arms.