AN: Happy New Year everyone!

Sam carefully pulled out his blade, hiding it behind his back as he followed Metatron. "So, ah, what is this thing you wanted to show me?"

"You'll see." Metatron said, "You know how my spell is irreversible?"

"Yes." Sam replied, not sure where this was going.

"Well, that doesn't really work with for my big plan." Metatron continued, "So I had to come up with something. A back door if you will."

Sam carefully but the blade back, seeing where this was going. Metatron wasn't half as clever as he thought he was.

They turned the corner into what looked like it use to be someone's office. Suddenly the ground beneath them began to shift, and a hole swirled opening emitting a bright light from it.

"You made a portal back to Heaven." Sam gapped.

"Nothing gets back you, does it?" Metatron teased, "So, you want to check it out?"

"Of course." Sam said, partly playing along, partly wanting to get as much information about this as possible.

"Then follow me." Metatron said, stepping a little closer to the hole. Sam followed his example and the light engulfed them both.

The next second they were in an open green field. He looked around and spotted a little girl in floppy white hat picking flowers.

"Crap." Metatron exchanged, "I'm still making a few configurations. It was suppose to drop us in the part only angels have access to."

Just then little girl noticed she wasn't alone, turning around.

"Quick." Metatron said, making himself invisible. Sam quickly did the same thing before the little girl could see him.

"Hello?" She asked, "Who's there?" After a minute she called out, "Mommy?"

"Over here, sweetie!" A woman with same brown hair and tan skin as the girl said, coming into the view.

"Mommy!" The girl happily shouted, running over to her. She picked the little girl up and in response the little girl held out her flowers to her.

"Oh, these are beautiful." The woman said, taking a few and tucking them in her hair.

A bit formed in Sam's stomach as a horrible realization dawned on him. "Who's Heaven is this?" He asked, "The woman's or the girl's?"

"Both I'm sorry to say." Metatron explained, "Car accident. Normally exceptions are only made for soul mates, but-" He gestured to the two playing together, "Nobody said soul mates had to be in the romantic sense of the word."

"Oh," Sam replied. He didn't know angels were capable of non-linear thinking like that.

"However, that doesn't really matter at the moment." Metatron said, "Since as I said, I never meant for us to be here. So, I trust that you can keep a lid on this until I get this problem fixed."

"Of course." Sam replied.

He immediately told Dean and the others about it when he got back to the bunker.

"So we can get back home?" Gadreel, who was still there, and still blindfolded, asked. Actually, all the angels they had gathered were still in the bunker.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Okay, finally, something's actually going right for us." Dean spoke up, "How does this work?"

"I'm not sure." Sam said, "But if I could get closer to him while he's working on the kinks, I think I would learn to work it myself. So I offered to help him with it."

"And what do you need us to do?" Muriel spoke up.

"Well, nothing really." Sam began, "Just I'm sorry-why are you asking me that?"

The three angels exchanged looks. "We've been talking." Muriel said, "The three of us. And we have decided that, of everyone out there-you're the only one who's intentions are good, and pure. The only one with an actual plan."

"What are saying?" Sam asked, thought he was afraid he knew where this was going.

"We're saying that we'll follow you, Sam Winchester." Muriel said determinedly.

The room went completely silent.

"Wow." Dean said at last, "Did not see that coming."