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I wake up in a white room, with statues, paintings, and..."Cas?"

"Nova, we don't have much time. The connections weakens as we speak."

"Connection? Why am I here? And where are we?"

"Heaven. Tomorrow, at midnight demons are going to come for you. You need to die."

"Die? Why? Can't we just fight them off? Will I come back?"

"They are very powerful, and will not let you slip out of their grasp again. Your chances of coming back are slim, but we have no other option."

"How am I going to die."

"I think, you already know the answer to that. Before midnight, tomorrow. I must go."

He leaves the room. I feel a tugging sensation, and before I know it, I sit up, in the backseat, gasping for air.

There's no one in the car, so I'm guessing this weird encounter didn't take too long. I have to die? Isn't that a little extreme? I mean, I know you shouldn't mess with demons, but I don't want to die. What if something goes wrong? What if I never get back? The demons wont stop trying to find me until my soul rests in hell. What if Sam or Dean get hurt?

I stare out the window, and see Sam and Dean leaving the house.

They get in the car. "We need to go to Bobby's."

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Long story."

"Well, we've got time. Why would we go to Bobby's? We're on a job."

I take a deep breath. "I talked to Cas."

"He was here?"

"Not exactly. In my head."

"What do you mean, in your head."

"I don't know Dean, I passed out, and woke up in heaven apparently."

"You have to be dead to go to heaven."

"Guess not. Can we please just go to Bobby's, and I'll explain everything."

Dean sighs, but doesn't take his eyes off the road.

We get back to the motel, where I grab all of my things, and shove them into my duffel.

Dean is lying on the bed, while Sam is in the bathroom, showering.

"I'm ready."

He turns his head and sighs. "We'll go when Sam's done."

I nod, and pace. This has got to be one of the most stupid things I have ever done. I've done lot of stupid things, so that's saying something."

Sam steps out of the bathroom, fully clothed thank god, and sits on his bed.

"Lets go." I say, and walk out of the motel.

Sam and Dean follow, Dean grumbling obscenities about angels.

I get in the backseat of the car.

There are so many things that could go wrong. We might all die. Bobby, Sam, Dean, the people that are practically family might die because of me. After all, one of them has to kill me, which will not be fun. I'm not scared, that doesn't begin to cover my feelings for this. I am freaking terrified.

After a few grueling hours of silence, we arrive at Bobby's.

I open the door, and get out of the car. "Could you guys give me a moment? I'll be there in a sec."

They both nod, and proceed to the door.

I lean against the Impala, and inhale the scent of dust, dirt, mixed with metal. I walk around the junkyard, running my hand against the metal of each car I pass.

I walk to the tree me and Kayla used to throw knives at. Comforting to know, right?

I run my hand over the dark, rough, bark of the trunk. Each and every groove, bump, or hole in this tree contains a memory of us. Laughing, crying, love.

I bite my lip and let a tear escape. It falls down my face slowly, stopping at my chin. I let a few more fall. They aren't happy tears, nor are they sad. They are more... memorable.

I go back to the Impala, and fetch one of my daggers.

I walk back to the tree, and carve my initials into the bark. NW. I carve Kayla's in as well. I stand back, and throw the dagger into the bark.

I don't bother to take it out. I want it to stay there.

With a small smile, I walk away, and into Bobby's house.

After explaining everything, with extensive questioning from all three men, It's late at night. Bobby made dinner, steak. I guess you could call it a luxery for us.

We all are sitting in the kitchen, talking and laughing.

"I'm gonna head up. Got a big day tomorrow." I say with a fake smile.

They nod, and continue to talk.

I run up to my room, and take out my mothers journal.

I have one more entry left.

I open it, and flip to the back page. I notice that there are two pages glued together. Knowing my parents, this has to be on purpose.

I rip them apart, and find a letter. It's addressed to me, from my mom.

Dear Nova, my baby, forever and always. I have re-written this letter one to many times. I want you to know, that I will always love you. If you are reading this, it means that I must be dead. It must mean that I died, because of what I am about to tell you. You are a very special child, you are a child of the supernatural. I can't tell you how many times, I wanted to tell you. How many times, it almost slipped my tongue. Ever since your father and I, found you, in an alleyway, we knew you were different. We went to a psychic, and she knew you were special. I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter what anyone tells you, you always have a choice. You are your own person, and you have the power to do what you want with your life. I will love you, no matter what you have done. No matter how many mistakes I, or you, have made. I want you to be happy. If you decide on college, fine. If you decide to follow in our footsteps, I want you to kick some evil ass. I love you, mom.

I re-read the letter a few times. Angry tears slide down my cheeks now. This son of a bitch ruined my life, ruined my family. This antichrist crap, is gonna end. It's gonna end now.