A/N: I didn't really have time to write this chapter, but I wasn't going to make you wait for it longer than usual, after the way the last one ended...

TB: One of my friends had hat respond, word to word, when she read it for the first time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Criminal Minds.

"Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
Over the Rainbow

I was floating. It was like flying up on clouds, care-free and calm. The world around me was white and bright, and I knew it should have hurt my eyes, but it didn't. Nothing hurt anymore.

My feet, which used to be sore, felt like marshmallow. The hand, which hurt from the grasp of the knife, was laid down beside me, soft and comfort on the cloud. The adrenaline, which pumped through my veins only seconds ago, amplifying my breathing and heartbeat, was gone, giving its place to nothingness.

Looking down, I saw no cloud, but instead only the world growing smaller and smaller. My fear of heights was suddenly gone.

I spent what felt like forever that way before I started descending.

A small sound of protest left my mouth, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. This was no place for any feeling of discomfort. Even when I lost height in an amazing speed, the world shooting towards me, I couldn't bother to feel anything.

And as the impact occurred, I found myself standing at the top of the stairs of my house, holding Jenna.

"Honey?" A familiar voice was asking from downstairs. "Honey, I need to put Jennifer at the day-care. Are you bringing her?"

"Coming!" I found myself saying as I walked down the stairs. "I'm nervous." I said. "Maybe I'll tell Hotch I'm taking another week off?"

"You know you can't, honey." Daniel replied, taking the baby from me. "And besides, sitting home all day isn't good for you. I can see how you're slowly driving yourself mad."

I remember that day. It was the first day I went back to the BAU after my shortened maternity leave. I was so nervous about leaving Jenna with people I don't know I almost stayed at home.

"I know you're right." I sighed.

"Of course I'm right." Daniel smiled.

My cellphone started ringing and I looked at the caller-ID. "It's Spence, I really gotta go." I leaned in and kissed Daniel softly. "I love you."

I walked out of the house to see a new scene taking place in front of me. It was my wedding day, Daniel was standing next to his best man and Garcia as Bobby is rolling on his wheelchair down the aisle, holding my hand. "Your Song" by Elton John was playing in the background once again, and we said our vows.

I was happy as if it was the first time I was going through all of this, and for a couple of seconds, I even forgot it wasn't my actual wedding day.

"May I have this dance?"

I looked up to see Ash standing next to me, asking Daniel for a chance to dance with me.

"Of course." Daniel replied, handing me over and we started dancing.

"I'm really offended with you." Ash said, smiling. "You didn't invite me to your wedding day."

"Well, you were dead." I said jokingly before the smile drifted from my face.

"Yes, I am." Ash said casually.

I stopped in the middle of the dancing floor and looked at him. Around us, people kept their conversations as if nothing was wrong.

"You're dead." I mumbled.

"Yes." Ash said again.

"How are you here?" I asked, backing away from him.

"How do you think?" He questioned, stepping towards me yet again.

"What happened?" I asked, holding my head in my hands.

"Try to remember." Ash told me and suddenly I did.

I remembered coming back home, I remembered the battle and Daniel being a demon. I remembered Raphael, placing a hand on my husband's forehead and stabbing my daughter.

"I'm dead." I said once realization came upon me. "Where am I?"

"Heaven." Ash said. "Your heaven, to be precise."

"I have a place in heaven?" I asked in disbelief.

"Of course you do." He said. "You hunt murderers on a daily basis. All of the BAU members have a place in heaven. As long as they didn't make a demon deal." He added thoughtfully.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Never mind that now." He said, taking my hand and leading me away. "There are some people who want to see you."

He opened a door and we found ourselves at the Roadhouse. That must be his heaven, I realized. Before I had the chance to say anything about it, though, I noticed all the people who stood there.

I surprised even myself when the first person I ran towards was John, and he must have also been surprised but he held me tight nonetheless. Tears rose to my eyes as he whispered in my ear how proud he was and kissed the top of my head, holding me like he never wanted to let go.

When we finally let go of each other, I turned to the woman who stood next to him.

"Mom." I whispered and she pulled me into a hug – a hug I didn't get since I was four years old.

"I'm so proud of you." She said, tears shining bright in her eyes.

"I missed you." I told her.

"I'm here now." She said, finally letting me go and allowing me to look at the other people who stood there.

Jo and Ellen were there, of course, and they hugged me too and laughed about the trouble I got myself into. I cried into Daniel's arms and kissed him when he told me he knows about Jenna and that he forgives me entirely, and I held my daughter in my hands and wept for the life she would never have.

At a certain point, Ash walked out and when he returned, he held Haley's hand.

"The Reaper." Was all she said, tears streaming down her face as I held her hand. "Aaron killed him, and Jack is safe. That's all that matters."

"When?" I asked, crying.

"About two weeks ago." Ash replied for her. "He's back at his role as unit chief already."

"I'm sorry." I told Haley. "I'm sorry." I repeated to everyone else in the room.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." John said, reaching forward and holding my hand. "You did nothing wrong. You were wonderful."

"If I killed Foyet sooner…" I mumbled.

"You can't beat yourself up over this." Haley said harshly. "Don't you dare blame yourself on anything that happened, because that is an endless pit."

She hugged me as Mom rubbed circles on my back and John kissed the top of my head.

"And even though we have nothing to forgive you for," Ellen said, smiling softly, "you are forgiven."

Suddenly, the scene shuffled and everything started to lose focus.

"Mom?" I asked, distressed. "Dad!"

"I'm sorry." An all-too-familiar voice said as a new figure appeared in front of me. "They're not here anymore."

"Nick." I said, taking a step towards him before stopping. "You're not Nick."

"Afraid not, honey." Lucifer said, smiling. "Do you like this body, though? I picked it just for you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "How can you even be here? Aren't you banished or something?"

"Thank you for the reminder." Lucifer said coldly. "And I am not here, of course. Not really. I wanted to apologize for the way my demons acted last night. I never meant for you to get hurt."

"But you had no problem with killing my husband and daughter?" I asked.

"Collateral damage." Lucifer shrugged. "Besides, it wasn't them who did it. If I remember correctly, it was Raphael. He killed both of them. Don't you want revenge?"

"Not at the price of the Earth!" I said. "Nothing is worth it. And besides, I'm dead. What does it matter what side I chose?"

"It always mattered what side you chose." Lucifer said. "It mattered since before you even knew it. When I was still trapped in the cage, it mattered what side you picked."

"I won't pick." I said determinedly. "I won't ever choose your side, and I won't ever choose theirs. You are all just as bad."

"You will have to choose eventually." Lucifer told me.

"No, I won't." I said. "And now, if you don't mind, I'd like to enjoy my heaven."

And with that, I willed him to be gone and his image blurred away, making place for a happy afternoon with Bobby, Dean and Sam.

I was running. Running away from Zachariah and his goons who appeared in the middle of a Doctor Who marathon I was having with Spencer and Garcia. I jumped between memories I've forgotten I had, days I didn't know even happened, and found myself standing in a room that looked like it was a part of a museum as a boy who seemed like he was in his late teens sat next to a table.

I recognized the room. The angels took the Dean to it right before Lucifer was set free. And I vaguely recognized the boy, though I couldn't tell where from

He stood up and looked at me as soon as I walked in.

"Who are you?" He asked, afraid.

"Me?" I asked. "Who are you?"

"Adam." The boy said. "Adam Milligan."

Adam Milligan. Of course it was him. "Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"I don't know." Adam said. "The angels brought me here."

"Well isn't that just great?" I laughed bitterly. "I mean, we're dead, man. Shouldn't we be out of all this shit?"

"You're dead?" Adam asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in my heaven when Zach dropped by and tried to bring me back to life." I said. "So I ran."

"You what?" Adam asked. "Are you crazy? He wanted to bring you back!"

"It's not like I have anything to go back to!" I called. "You should know better than anybody."

"You don't know me." Adam muttered.

"And you don't know me." I replied.

"Well, it could help if you'd have told me your name." Adam said and I cracked a small smile.

"Diana." I said. "Nice to finally meet you, Adam."

"Diana?" Adam asked. "Diana Winchester?"

"I prefer Chess," I said coolly.

"But you're the Child of Creation!" He called. "You can end the fighting! You can choose a side and they will win!"

"And what side should I choose?" I asked. "Should I go with the angels? The psychotic angels who killed my husband just because he was possessed by a demon? The angels who killed me in the first place? Who murdered my six months old daughter just because her father was one of them? You know Castiel, don't you?" I questioned. "He fell, just because he loved me and our daughter as much as I loved him. They punished him for it.

"Or should I go for revenge? Choose Lucifer and watch the world burn, along with however few people I have left? And no matter which side I choose, one of my brothers is going to die. Dean, Sam, or you." I shook my head. "I killed enough people. I won't let you get hurt as well."

"Diana." I turned at the sound of Zachariah's voice behind me. "Always the melodramatic."

"Look who's talking." I said. "You're the one who kidnapped me from my heaven."

"It was for a noble cause." Zachariah shrugged, before looking at my half-brother. "Adam. I see and your brother share the same refined palate."

"So, are we ready?" Adam asked.

"For what?" Zachariah asked and I rolled my eyes.

"What do you mean, for what?" Adam questioned. "For Michael."

"Oh." Zachariah said. "Right. About that… Look, this is never easy, but I'm afraid we've had to terminate your position at this time."

"Excuse me?" Adam asked, shocked.

"Hey, don't get me wrong." Zachariah said. "You've been a hell of a sport, really good stuff.
But the thing is, you're not so much the 'chosen one' as you are…

"Bait." I completed the sentence for him.

"No, but what about the stuff that you said?" Adam questioned. "I'm supposed to fight the devil."

"I believe that would be Dean." I said, looking at Adam's expression all along.

It was like questioning a suspect. Saying things and looking at his expressions to see how much he knew and how he reacts. Or, in this case, how can I use him to my advantage."

"So, you lied about everything." Adam said.

"We didn't lie." Zachariah said.

"Yeah, they just avoided certain truths to manipulate you." I muttered.

"You son of a bitch." Adam said, before turning to look at me.

I could see the question in his eyes. It was so clear he didn't even need to vocalize it. I nodded once, and he stood up and threw himself on Zachariah as I created a door in the room we were out.

Dead or alive, I still had the powers of the Child of Creation, and I intended to use them as long as I could. I reached a hand for Adam, but he shook his head.

"I can't." he said, begging me to understand.

And as I ran out of the door, tears shining bright in my eyes, I was ashamed to say I did.

I found myself in the middle of a crowded street in what appeared to be New York. People were walking next to me, but it was as if I wasn't really there. Some of them even walked right through me. Nobody knew I was there.

Well, almost nobody.

"Would you like some Falafel?" A thin, sick-looking man asked, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Falafel." The man replied. "It's made of Humus. Whatever that is." He added. "Surprisingly tasty, though."

"Um… Okay?" It was more of a question than a statement, but the man didn't seem to care. He handed me a round, white bread and I carefully took a bite. "It's nice." I said, uncertain of what else should I do.

"I think so, as well." He said, eyeing me carefully. "I wanted to talk to you for a while now."

"About what?" I asked, confused.

"About what you must do." He said and I frowned. "I do not expect you to choose Michael's side, especially after what happened the other night, but I need your guaranties not to choose Lucifer's, either."

"I never planned on choosing Lucifer's side." I reassured him.

"There is, however, a difference between what we plan and what is happening." The man told me. "For example, I suppose you planned on staying dead."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he was saying. The way he said it… it was almost… almost as if…

Almost as if I wasn't about to stay dead.

"What?" I asked.

"Yes, the whole deal is very uncomfortable for you." The man said, waving his hand at me as he dismissed my question. "Trust me, I don't like it any more than you do."

"How…?" I asked. "Who are you?"

"I think, Miss Winchester," the man started, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "that you already know."

When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.

"But…" I said, unable to find my words. "But you… And Lucifer… He…"

"Using full sentences might be helpful for the conversation." Death commented.

"Lucifer bound you!" I called.

"Again." Death said. "Trust me, I do not like it any more than you do."

"You're bringing me back to life?" I asked.

"Apparently so." He said.

"I'll just kill myself again." I said.

"And I will only bring you back again, and you would waste otherwise valuable time for the both of us." Death sighed. "Until then, though, we have matters to speak of."

"Matters?" I asked.

"You have been dead for all of a couple of hours." Death said. "None of your team members had noticed your absence yet. Your brothers, in the meantime, being the utter idiots they are, went against the angels in an attempt to stop them. Zachariah is dead," he informed me, "and your half-brother has taken his place as Michael's vessel."

"Adam." I whispered, frightened.

"Castiel," the mere mention of the name caused my head to jump up, "has gone to great measures to help them, thinking you were gone and acting on despair. He is not gone," Death assured me immediately, "but tracking him down might be quite the difficult task.

"You, in about fifteen minutes, will return to the world of the living."

"No." I said determinedly.

"Yes." Death said coolly. "That is not a question, a request, nor is it a suggestion. That is a fact. One that you should start getting used to."

"I don't want to be back!" I called. "I have nothing to go back to!"

"That is a lie and we both know it." Death said, taking another bite of the Falafel. Mine was long forgotten by then. "You have your team, your brothers, your surrogate father and the angel."

"They all think I'm dead." I said, shaking my head.

"All the happier surprise when they find out they are mistaken." Death countered.

"But I don't want them to be mistaken." I said. "I was happy being dead. Calm, relaxed, for the first time since I was four years old. No Apocalypse to worry about –"

"Just because you didn't worry about it doesn't mean there was nothing to worry about." Death told me. "The Apocalypse is raging."

"But I was out." I said. "At last, I was out."

"And now you're back in."

"I don't want to be."

"But you are."

Tears started forming in my eyes. "Why?" I asked.

"Because Lucifer decided that way." Death said. "And, as for now, I don't have the power to overrule him."

"Can I…" I hesitated. "Can I ask you for something? In exchange for being brought back to life, can I ask something?"

"I will not bring your husband or daughter back to life." He warned me. "I don't like being fooled once and will certainly not be fooled thrice."

"I know." I said, sadly as I really did know. "But… can I ask you that if you ever encounter my brothers and they will do something stupid that will make you want to kill them – and we both know them and know that this day would come – can you not? Kill them, that is. I know it doesn't always seem that way, but they have only the best of intentions. They really do."

Death observed me for a moment before nodding once. "You have my word for it." He said.

"Thank you." I mumbled, closing my eyes and waiting.

And such, with a gasp of pain and surprise, my eyes opened and I found myself in between the wreckage of my house, very much breathing, feeling and alive.