Hello people. I would just like to thank those of you who have favoured and followed this story. Now here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the oxford English dictionary definitions. (You'll see.)


Castiel lead Dean out of the bar door but the other side was not what he was expecting. Instead of a parking lot it was a forest with a road running through it.

"Where the hell are we Castiel?" Dean asked looking round.

Castiel was confused. He had told the man the answer to that. "We are in heaven Dean." He said slowly wondering if there was something wrong with the humans memory. There was nothing about it in his file but maybe it had slipped the record keepers notice.

"What? Yeah I know that. What's with the road?" Dean replied exasperated. This was going to be hard work if he had to explain everything to the damn being with him.

"The road is the one we will travel on the way to your heaven Dean." Castiel replied instantly. He knew his job well.

"Road to my heaven? What does that mean?" Dean asked very confused now, and really wishing he could get some alcohol just to deal with Casti-bloody-el. (now Dean, don't be like that. You'll warm up to him eventually.)

"Everyone has their own heaven Dean. When you first get here you travel the road of all your happy memories to get there. I am your guide." Castiel replied as if quoting from a book. (It was 'the angelic handbook for interactions with human souls' actually. You know just in case you were wondering.)

"Wait! Everyone is in their own heaven and we just see memories and stuff?" Dean asked confused. That wasn't what he had been led to belief heaven was.

"Yes." Castiel replied, happy that his new charge seemed to be grasping this point.

"But…don't we get to see our loved ones or some shit like that?" Dean challenged. He wanted to see his family damn it.

"You see them in your memories Dean and images of them may be found in your heaven. That is for you to decide as we travel the road." Castiel replied simply.

"What the hell? I don't want fucking images Cas." Dean yelled at him.

Castiel was confused. Why would this man not want to see images his family? And what did Cas mean? He decided to ask the question he thought would give him the most sensible answer. (Oh Castiel, how little you know.) "Cas? What does that mean?"

"It's a nick name dude." Dean answered just staring at the angel. How could he not get that?

"What is a 'nick name'?" Castiel asked, putting finger quotes around the unfamiliar words.

"It's short for Castiel you know Cas." Dean explained as speaking to a child.

"But why not just say Castiel?" Castiel asked. He was very confused by this human.

"Cos Castiel is mouthful Cas." Dean said rolling his eyes before turning to the angel and giving him a flirty smile and raising one eyebrow as he lowered his voice to say. "And I sure you are."

"I do not understand that sentence." Castiel replied. He was starting to get exasperated at this man, though as an angel he should have infinite amounts of patience, he did not like being constantly confused.

"I'll show you if you like angel." Dean responded walking up to Castiel and standing in his personal space and giving him his best bedroom eyes.

"Why are you now calling me by my species human?" Castiel asked tilting his head at Deans behaviour and words.

"Oh god. Have you never heard flirting?" Dean asks as a rhetorical question, rolling his eyes and walking away from Castiel, turning his back on him.

"Flirting- present particle of flirt. To behave as if you are trying to attract someone sexually, but without serious intentions, or-" Castiel started too immediately say.

"Yeah okay you walking dictionary I get it. You know what flirt means you just don't have a clue what it is. Got ya." Dean replied sarcastically and letting out a sigh. How was he supposed to wind the guy up if he didn't get what he was doing? (Yes and that's why you are flirting with Cas Dean. Cos you want to wind him up. Really?)

"I still don't understand." Castiel asked confused that he seemed to have upset his human.

"Just…just forget Cas." Dean replied waving his hand before turning to the angel and asking in a more serious tone. "Now what happens next?"

Castiel still frowned at the use of Cas but decided it was easier if he stuck to the things he knew like his job. "Now we walk down the road and visit you happy memories."

"Won't be a long walk then." Dean muttered under his breath before turning to the angel with attitude. He was not going to make this easy from him damn it. "I ain't walking anywhere sweetheart." He said crossing his arms.

"Then how would you like to travel the road Dean Winchester." Castiel asked for the first time letting some of the exasperation he felt for this man through his voice.

"Well usually you drive down a road Cas." Dean replied with a smirk.

"Fine." Castiel said shortly before snapping his fingers and behind Dean, with the bumper resting against the back of his legs was a sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean turned to look and couldn't believe his eyes. She was gorgeous.

"Hey baby. Daddy's here to look after you." He whispered along with other sweet nothings as he slowly made his way around the car stroking its shiny body. Castiel watched fascinated that this man could be so gentle and caring to an automobile. Castiel came to the conclusion that he was very strange. (Ah bless. Course he is probably right.)

"Very well Dean. Now you have a car shall we go?" Castiel said after waiting five minutes for the man to stop stroking the car and realising that he probably wouldn't.

"Hell yeah." Dean said jumping into the driver's seat and turning on the engine. The car roared into life and the sound of AC/DC thundered out of the speakers and he smiled the first genuine smile he had since arriving in heaven. (To be honest it was probably the first genuine smile he had had in a long time.)