The Impala was stopped, running but parked on a dark dirt road near the woods. Dean and Kayla exchanged a look and Dean rubbed his eyes.
"I really gotta stop taking shots before bed. Help me out. What are we doing?"
She was just as lost as he was. The last thing she remembered was going to sleep, and that violent dream she'd had…she wouldn't mention that. "There's a fire."
They got out of the car and saw an old house in the clearing engulfed in flames. The place looked long since abandoned; the front door was rotten and hanging on it's hinges, the windows were nearly all missing glass or the glass was broken, the yard was dead, though the place did have a familiar quality. So if no one was home, who set the fire?
"Look." Dean pointed into the woods at the far side of the clearing. There were two men toting camera equipment running from the scene. "Isn't that…"
Kayla looked and saw what he saw, which just made her more confused. "The Ghost Facers. And that's the Murdoch house."
"Well that makes more sense. I'm dreaming." Dean stated. "Or having a flashback."
"You're dreaming? I thought I was."
"Either way." He looked at the house, then back at Kayla. It really was nostalgic, they'd run from the house and Dean lit the blaze. Kayla had stopped right where she was standing now in front of the car. He gave her a crooked smile. "I remember this part."
She smiled. "You just want to skip to the good part then?"
He walked over and kissed her softly and remembered that night. The first time he'd kissed her; he would never admit how terrified he was, because he knew the risk he was taking. He knew he'd never be able to take it back, and he knew it wasn't going to be one of his flings. Thank God for reckless decisions.
They both jumped at the sound of the trunk shutting; it hadn't even been open. A boy was holding a box of fireworks, looking eagerly at Dean. He looked around and the burning house was gone, the Impala was on an asphalt road.
"Sammy?"
"Come on let's go!" He headed off of the road.
He looked at Kayla. "Maybe we're tripping, someone slipped us drugs."
"Is that Sam, when he was little? He's so cute!"
"This is a weird dream." They followed Sam a ways off the road.
He set the box down and grabbed two of the fireworks. "Got your lighter?"
Dean fished in his pocket and pulled out a lighter. "Man I haven't seen this in years." He laughed.
"Fire 'em up." The young Sam told him.
Dean lit the two fireworks and they held them up, after a moment they shot into the sky and exploded into a colorful array of falling lights. "I remember this." Dean grinned. "It's Fourth of July, 1996."
Sam looked up at him with a joyful smile. "Dad would never let us do anything like this, thanks Dean. This is great." He threw his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
Dean hugged him and looked at Kayla, bewildered but obviously content with the memory. "You weren't even here for this, I don't get it." Sam pulled away and took his lighter, he seemed completely oblivious to Kayla. He acted like he didn't even see her.
She just smiled and motioned him towards Sam and the fireworks; whatever the hell this was, dream, hallucination, she wasn't going to take it from him. As Dean went towards Sam she stepped back and sat on the grass, folding her arms across her knees as she watched them.
Dean was in flashback heaven. Him and Sammy lit up that box of fireworks and the kid got so excited, he loved those damn things. He watched him laugh and cheer and jump around, God that was such a great night. With a contented sigh he looked up at the cracking lights.
Crack.
The sound was different that time. He looked to Sammy but he was still dancing in victory of the fireworks.
Crack.
Sammy and the fireworks were gone. He turned to Kayla and she still sat on the grass, but her smile had turned into frightened concern. Her voice shook slightly when she spoke.
"It wasn't a dream, was it?"
"Of course it was, Sammy was only…"
"Not that, Dean, the room, were those guys really in the room?" She stood up.
"You dreamt about Roy and Walt in the room? With shotguns?"
They looked to the Impala as the radio crackled on by itself and walked over to it.
"Dean, Kayla."
He leaned in the window. "Cas?"
"Yeah, it's me." The lights raised and dimmed as he spoke through the car speakers.
"Dude you're seriously a buzz kill with the dreams, I need some me time." He climbed into the driver's seat as Kayla got in.
"Listen to me very closely. This isn't a dream."
He looked at Kayla. "Then what is it?"
"Deep down you already know."
Crack.
The shotgun echoed inside his head. "We're dead."
"Condolences."
"Where are we?"
"Heaven."
Dean's eyes widened and he looked around; all he saw was the dark road in front of him, barely lit in the moonlight. "How did I get to heaven?"
"Listen, this connection is difficult to maintain." The static rose in the radio and broke up his voice. The light dimmed some.
Kayla leaned forward. "If we're here, where's Sam?"
"What do you see?"
Dean's voice was on the edge of panic. If Kayla was in heaven with him, had Sam ended up in hell? Had all his stupid demon-blood gotten him a ticket downstairs? "What do you mean what do I see?"
"Some people see a tunnel, or a river. What do you see?"
"It's just a road, Cas. The Impala's sitting on a road." Kayla told him.
"Follow the road. You'll find Sam." The lights dimmed out.
Dean started the car and did what Cas told them; he followed the road. Kayla was ringing her hands next to him.
"Why isn't he with us?"
He shook his head. "I don't know."