I couldn't believe my eyes. He was standing right in front of me, alive. But he's supposed to be dead. And yet here I am standing in front of him looking into his gleaming cerulean eyes. The light hit them in such a way that they seemed to he glowing. They were beautiful. I would've stayed like that all day just admiring his gorgeous blue sapphires if he hadn't spoken up.

"Hello Dean"

I was at a complete lose for words. All I could do was stand there in complete shock.

"We don't have much time before I need to take you up to heaven. I really shouldn't have brought you here but i needed to...

Dean are you alright?"

I could feel my legs give out under me as I collapsed . There was a ringing in my ears as my vision began to blur. Castiel began to run towards me in an attempt to prevent me from falling. I could see him calling my name but i couldn't hear him. I couldn't move my limbs. I was like a puppet laying helpless in Cas' arms. The last thing I saw was the fear in those flawless blue eyes and a blinding white light.

Dread

That's all I felt in that moment. Though I could still feel my body. It's a weird sensation. I couldn't open my eyes, hear anything, or even move. But i could still feel everything that was happening to my body. I was completely paralyzed.

The arms that were around me suddenly released me, lowering me down onto a surface of some kind. My back suddenly ran cold as goosebumps started to cover me. There were grooves in the surface I sprawled out on. They seemed to he in a symmetrical pattern. My thoughts were drifted away as I felt the vibrations in the floor getting closer until soft leather and rubber brushed up against my arm. A heel firmly pressed itself into my shoulder as I felt more vibrations echoing towards me.

My hearing was starting to return, but only slightly. I instantly recognized Castiel's voice though i couldn't make out what he was saying, i could pick out a few words here and there. "Dean" "Dead" "Death himself" "Meta" "Doesn't belong" "Mortal" were some of the words I could make out. He sounded concerned, almost angry.

Then I heard the other voice. It high pitched and a little gravely, and all too smug with itself. It was one of those voices that if you heard you had the instant need to punch its smug little face. And thats what I would've done, if I was able to.

I began to see light shine from behind my closed eyelids. I tried to open them but that was proving itself to be difficult. When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, everything was a blurry mess. It looked exactly like when you tried to wear someone else's glasses as a kid. It was out of focus, blurry and it hurt my eyes to stare at anything for too long.

My hearing was almost back to normal beside the ringing in my ears whenever anybody spoke. So when the second figure said

"Oh Castiel, look who's waking up!"

I heard it clearly and new I was fucked.

Then the tan blob, that i can only assume was Cas, was slammed up against the wall with a inhuman like force.

The second figure came closer until he was right in front of my face. Despite being that close to him, i still couldn't make out his features. I could tell he was dude though.

He squat down to my level to see me better. Then he grabbed my chin and lifted my head up to look him in the eye. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear

"We can't have that, now can we?"

He lifted two of his fingers and pressed them against my forehead. My mind went completely blank along with my features.

I tried to hang onto consciousness as long as possible. Before blacking out I could have sworn I heard the rattle of chains.

(Somewhere else in heaven)

I had heard that Dean had died several moments ago, guns blazing. I say moments but it could have easily been hours. Time doesn't really exist in heaven the way it does on earth. In heaven, time is what you want it to be, kind of like a dream.

I was waiting patiently for Cas to bring Dean to our heaven, to me. Cas had said that he wanted to talk to Dean before bringing him to heaven, I just didn't think it would take this long. Even though there is no sense of time in heaven, I know it's been far too long to have just had a chat with him. I just want to see him again. It's been four years since I've seen my him, well the real him. I've seen him in the memories I've revisited over the years. My favorite memory is one right before we met the angels. Dean and i had just come back from a successful and profitable heist. We were set up for months. We had just gotten into the Impala to skip town when Dean started talking about getting a base so we could have a permanent home instead of motel hopping every few days. I remember lighting up when I heard those words. We had been on the run for so long it was nice to imagine having a home.

Of course I could only go so far with this memory because a couple days later we met the angels. Which led to us meeting the Devil himself. Which led to me dying. But I digress.

I was reliving my time with Dean when someone wondered into my heaven. I poked my head out the window of the Impala to see who it was but to no avail. I told fake Dean to pull the car over. I decided to step out of the car to get a better look at the wondering soul. I opened the car door and stepped out, but to my surprise, as soon as my foot hit the ground, I was suddenly in a completely white room.

I turned around and what I say made me want to kill the motherfucker who did this. Dean was hanging on the wall, bound by chains. He was covered in welts, bruises, and blood. His wrists bright red and bruised from the cuffs. My blood started to boil in rage. I was going to make this shit bag pay.

I was making my way over to Dean when I felt something pierce my left shoulder. The blade went straight through before I could do anything. I spun around and swung my right fist trying to knock the living daylights out of this dickwad. But before my fist even made contact with his smug little face, I was rapidly speeding towards the wall behind me. My spine collided with the wall knocking the air out of my lungs and sending a searing pain through my injured shoulder.

"Friggin angels" I thought as i looked up and saw his pompous face. Right behind his face, however, was Castiel hanging on the opposite wall from me. He was covered in cuts and blood, just like Dean.

I looked back at douchebag walking in front of me. He bent down to eye level with me.

"Now are you going to cooperate, Sammy?"