At the appearance of the two women, who he knew hadn't been there a moment before, Dean came to a sudden realization. When the whole thing with Cas had gone down, he'd hadn't heard a woman's voice.

He'd heard two.

Two voices, almost exactly alike, one slightly lower, one slightly higher. Harmonized. He hadn't realized it was two because of how well they blended. And he had a feeling the women in the road were the owners of those voices. They stood at even height with each other, almost perfect matches except their coloring. The one on the left had tan skin and light, honey brown hair that went to her waist. She was wearing a long gown, made of some kind of light fabric, like silk, and it was ruby red. The other was unearthly pale, with hair like a raven's wing and wearing a sapphire gown. He couldn't see their eyes, but somehow he knew that they were the palest of gold and silver.

"Sam…"

"Yeah, Dean?" Sam asked, unsure of what to say.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he said simply.

The two women smiled and tilted their heads in opposite directions before each walked to a side of the car. The woman in blue came to Dean's door, and the woman in red to Sam's.

"Hello, Winchesters," they said together, their expressions growing soft.

The woman on Sam's side waved a hand, and the door opened. She held her hand out, silently asking him to take it, but he just looked at her, partially in awe and partially out of fear.

"It's alright, Sam. We just want to talk," she said, revealing herself as the deeper of the two voices. She looked up and met the other woman's gaze, their eyes twinkling. They looked like they were sharing a joke. Dean wondered what the hell the two of them thought was so funny. He really should have had more important questions, like who they were, or even what, but he was wound too tight and had been too stressed out the past week, so his head wasn't on quite right.

Luckily, Sam was faring a little better in the 'right track' department.

"Who the hell are you?"

Their smiles grew wider before they broke their gaze and looked back at the boys.

"That's not really what you want to ask, is it Sam," the dark haired woman responded. It was phrased like a question, but her tone made it a statement.

"Not really, but I didn't figure you'd answer my real question," he said icily, his eyes narrowed. "Or, rather, questions, because I assume you're the ones who brought us here, and I'd like to know where exactly here is."

The woman in gold extended her hand again, gentling her expression. "Come with me, Sam, and I'll tell you everything."

The woman on Dean's side waved her hand and his door opened. She held her hand out to him in mirror of the other's stance. "We won't hurt you, Dean," she said.

He snorted in response. "Won't hurt us? Like I would believe that?" She didn't waver, just stood there, smiling that creepy, quiet, gentle smile with her hand outstretched.

The gold one laughed, and for some reason, it reminded him of waves rolling off the beach. "I told you they wouldn't come easily, sister," She chastised, looking at the other woman. "The Winchesters have seen much, they know better than to trust a pretty face."

The smile she gave him now was different, open with her teeth showing, and he could see that they were perfectly straight and dazzlingly white. That combined with her warm eyes almost made him take her hand before he thought the better of it. She was right about one thing; he wasn't going to give in just because of how hot she was. 'No matter how totally smoking she is!'

"We aren't going anywhere with you," Sam said simply, his eyebrows cocked, mocking, almost daring them to question him.

They dark haired woman laughed this time, and her laughter was like the tinkling of bells. After it stopped, however, she grew serious. "If we give you one answer, to any question, will you come with us? This area is not entirely safe."

It was Dean's turn to arch an eyebrow. "Not safe? You brought us here and say it's not safe? I know what question I wanna ask, where the hell are we?" His voice got progressively louder, until he was almost shouting at the end.

The girls met gazes, and then looked back at the boys. "You are in the land between what the Lord made and what already was," the one in red answered.

"And it is not safe here, because this is the gateway to that realm, and the one who would usurp the Lord can hear you here," her sister finished.

Sam and Dean exchanged a confused look. "I thought God made everything," Dean said sarcastically. He didn't believe them, clearly.

For the first time, the two girls looked a little angry. Goldie sighed. "You cannot make something from nothing, Dean. And in order for Him to exist, doesn't it stand to reason that other things would exist as well?"

"Think of it this way," her sister supplied. "A writer writes a book, creating a universe. In it, they are God. In the outside world, however, there are other things. There is life. Your world is the books, and this is the world they would live in." She gestured to the side of the road behind her, and he noticed that the trees were shimmering slightly, like a mirage.

"This isn't really what this place looks like, is it?" he asked, frowning. He didn't like not knowing what was happening. It was too soon after Cas. How could they expect him to believe their ridiculous story and just walk off into the woods with them? It had to be a trap.

The woman on his side shook her head. "No, Dean, it isn't. This is an illusion we cast to keep you comfortable while you traversed from one realm to the next. We had to get you here."

Sam snorted. "If you need us here, why did you stop us now? Why not wait until we were where you wanted us to be?"

"We cannot do that. You must make the final steps of your own free will. It is the law that governs our connection to your world. Heaven is a part of this realm, one of these in betweens. God built it as a utopia for His followers and a haven for his angels. Those who accept him accept this world, and they are able to make the change. But the parts of Heaven you have seen are not the true Heaven. It is merely a holding place for them to stay while God waits to bring his children home. It is how things have always been. No one is sure why."

Dean looked at Sam, arching his eyebrow. 'Are you buying this?' he wanted to ask. Sam apparently understood, because he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. No, he wasn't buying it any more than Dean was.

Suddenly, both of the women looked up into the sky. They then exchanged a panicked glance before reaching their hands out, their expressions desperate.

"Sam! Dean! He has heard us here, we were told not to meddle, but we have no choice now, you must come with us or you will die!" The silver woman's voice was terrified. Her sister was still looking around wildly, holding her hand out for Sam. Dean growled ever so slightly, about to tell them off for trying to pull such a dumb trick, when a sharp ringing began in his ears, one that was painfully familiar and completely unwelcome. Then the pain started in his chest, and he could hear Cas' voice, warning them not to defy him.

"Well, fuck," he said, and the boys took the women's hands.