_Author's Note_

I hope you're all enjoying Part Two so far! :) Whatever feels it may give. Haha Anyway, once again I've made some edits to past chapters, but just their titles. But instead of making you go back and stuff, I'm just going to list the new chapter names. ;D Most have changed, but some stayed the same...

1Nightmares Are Flesh and Blood... 2Savior... 3Forgotten... 4Treading Water... 5His Voice... 6Lust... 7Unlocked... 8Paid Emna... 9Absolution... 10Genesis... 11Wendigo...Again... 12Inamorato... 13Nick... 14I'll Follow You... 15I Am Raziel... 16Phenonmenon... 17Keepsake... 18ChristmasSerenade... 19Stygian Iron... 20Shadows... 21Evil Angel... 22Northern Lights... 23Hunting the Heart... 24Love Left Me Hollow... 25Pain of Yesterday... 26Caught in the Crossfire... 27Dance With the Devil... 28Be Careful What You Wish For...

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OH! And if you haven't already, y'all should go and check out my awesome sister's fanfic too! It's called Kiss FM Heaven's Arsenal and her name is Wannabe94. She's amazing and I love her and her story is epic too. It puts a spin on seasons 4 and 5. :) Talk to her too, it'd make her day. 3

Ok... And now enjoy...

_Chapter 29_

"Limbo"

Trinity

"It… had to be, you… wonderful… you… it had to be…-" Dean's sweet voice whisper sang as the world around me started to fade. It was now or never, and I couldn't die without it. I caressed his cheek with what little energy I had left and our lips met.

Dear God how I wanted to stay there forever. I didn't want to leave. I was terrified of what was to come after. My lungs felt like they were drowning and sinking farther and farther into deep water.

Dean…

His lips were so soft.

My heart slowed, I could feel the blood stop moving in my veins as the beats became farther and fewer.

Dean…

His hand clutched the back of my head, gently rubbing, grasping on to my life.

The sounds of the world around us ended, I was swallowed by silence.

Dean…

I became weightless.

_Author's song Note_

"Falling Inside the Black" by Skillet

Blackness.

I felt heavy, like I was chained down. There was no light. It felt empty, unlike when the lights shut off and you reach out, knowing there's something in front of you. The darkness was empty and I was alone.

I started to panic and hyperventilate. But I noticed that there was no air coming in or out of my mouth and lungs, I also noticed, in the silence, my heart wasn't making a sound.

I was dead.

I closed my eyes tight, all of my fears coagulating inside of me. The dark, being alone, oblivion. But then I saw his eyes, felt his lips. That was my worst fear. Leaving my three boys, leaving Dean.

Dean…

"DEAN!" my voice echoed across the endless black hole I was stuck in.

Time seemed to go on forever. I'm sure earth was flying by, everyone I cared about was probably dead or dying, years were passing by, everything changing. I lost track, I'd try to keep counting in my head, but the pure starless sky that swallowed me would take over and I'd lose track. Always losing track. Time meant nothing.

My mind would run marathons and tumble over itself, my voice wouldn't work, but my thoughts would battle and argue, my muscles would seem to jump, I'd think I'd hear something or see something, but nothing was there.

Dean…

Cas

Feeling her skin warm again was such a relief. But we couldn't rejoice too soon. We, especially Dean, waited beside her comatose body for what seemed like hours.

"Dean, we need to go," Sam quietly said next to his brother as the embers of the pyre's fire were dying. The red coals were scattered everywhere from the explosion of Trinity rising from it like a phoenix being reborn. I had no idea what was going on. We all knew so little about what she is. Was? Is.

"What's happening?" His voice was barely above a whisper. No one replied.

"Why would she do this? Just give up like that?" Bobby held her limp hand as her body lay on the motel bed. She could have easily been sleeping. But I knew better, we all did. If her body was awake, where was she?

"Bobby, she saved us, she saved the world," Sam mumbled, looking down at his feet, from the end of the bed.

"But she was needed here, is needed here," he responded. The way he said it secretly, but blatantly said, You guys need her. He sniffled and continued, "What's going on with her?"

I took the chance to explain that not even I knew, "We don't know," I went on to tell what had happened that night. Dean hadn't spoken since we got about halfway through the story of the previous night's events. Once he got to when Lucifer stabbed her, his voice cut out and he turned away, rubbing his eyes and forehead. In the shadows, I could see his chin quivering, I had to look away.

"How'd you find this place, Bobby?" Sam asked as we walked into a place close to their home, Lebanon, Kansas. The outside had looked like a blocked-off tunnel entrance with an abandoned power plant built on top of it, but Bobby produced a key from a small box and stuck it in what looked like a chink in some armor, a black door in the middle of bricks. Dean had slowly driven the Impala beside it per Bobby's instructions. When Dean carried Trinity in, Bobby shut the secret opening and submerged us all in blackness.

The next thing we knew, rosy lights flicked on and led down a hall, lighting it up as they turned on. For what it looked like from outside, it seemed uncharacteristically homey.

Bobby motioned for us to follow him deeper into the underground building. We followed, except Dean who hesitated, looking down at Trinity's resting body. Sam softly cleared his throat to get his brother's attention. Dean looked up with sad eyes and Sam's eyebrows drooped to the side empathetically and he slightly nodded, reassuring him that it was okay. Dean took a few steps forward to meet us beside Bobby.

"What is this place?" I asked looking around.

"It's a place where every object, scroll, spell ever collected for thousands of years are under one roof... the safest place on earth, warded against any evil ever created," I could almost hear the proud grin on his face as he spoke, "I'm calling it The Bunker. At least for now. Maybe Trinity can help us think of something creative, maybe decorate some. She's artsy that way," we all knew he was trying to fill us with hope, make us feel better, trying to urge us to believe that she was going to come back to us perfectly safe. But it was just so hard to imagine that. His comment only seemed to make us feel worse with her lack of presence. We all looked down at the gravel under our shoes.

"C'mon," he continued, "Let me show you around, I'll show you the garage a little later for that Impala of yours."

"What about Trin?" Dean spoke up as Bobby started walking down the large hall.

"Obviously bring her, she needs somewhere comfy to rest, doesn't she?"

Dean's mouth twitched up just the slightest as we set off deeper into the earth into the bunker.

_Author's Song Note_

"Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet

Trinity

I wandered aimlessly around the infinite oblivion and shook the whole time. I seemed like wherever I was, being dead only took away the good feelings of being alive and left the bad ones. I couldn't use my lungs or my heart, I wasn't craving food or water, but my muscles were constantly in pain like I'd just ran for twenty four hours straight, they were constantly sore and would jump and shiver endlessly. My skin wouldn't stop trembling from the cold of the dark and my fear.

My mind was the most obvious leftover from life. It never stopped. I was confusing everything and mixing things up. But the most present pain was the feelings of loss, guilt, and sorrow. They consistently kept reminding me of the life I left behind and the longer I spent here, the more I kept thinking I would see Dean.

First it was his voice. Barely above a whisper in the dark, he'd call out my name. But that'd be it. Just once and it was gone like dust in the wind.

_Author's Song Note_

"Comatose" by Skillet

Dean

"Trin," I whispered next to her ear as I carried her into the room that Bobby instructed me to. "Please wake up," I gently laid her down on the bed. I brushed my fingers across her jawline and watched her sleeping face a few more moments before leaving. We were heading back to Bobby's to try to recover anything from the rubble. I was worried about leaving her, but Cas said he'd stay behind with her and to call if we needed anything.

His expressions were hard to look at. I'm sure he also felt like something was missing without her here, with them sharing the same blood and everything. He sat down on a loveseat couch across from the bed, and his eyes drooped along with his head and his arms resting on his legs, hands hanging defeated between his knees.

He still had blood soaked clothing from when Lucifer was torturing him. "Cas, buddy, why don't you get cleaned up?" I gripped his shoulder. "She'll… she'll be fine." I tried for a smile although I could barely muster it. I didn't want to leave her alone, but my best friend had already spent too much time with her motionless body, I couldn't bear to put him through more.

He sighed and rubbed his face, "Yeah, okay. I'll keep checking on her though." He stood, not meeting my eyes, and walked down a hallway leading to a room Bobby showed us had clothes and a laundry room.

I turned to see Sam looking at me from another threshold. "Dean, what if she doesn't-"

"I don't know, Sammy. I just don't know. I can't think about that right now. I can't think about her being stuck somewhere and us not being able to do a thing. I just.. Can't. She already left me, left us, and now she's probably stuck somewhere in the middle, just out of our reach and there's absolutely nothing we can do about it." I took a deep breath.

Swallowing hard, he looked down. When his eyes came back up to meet mine, he was holding back tears. He cleared his throat and nodded, running his hands through his hair before turning and walking out to Baby.

I stood there for a few minutes, not particularly thinking of anything, but standing in silence. I glanced over and looked at Trinity laying there. She could've been sleeping. Should've been just sleeping.

Dust covered the cars in the salvage yard and everything around us. The house had fully imploded and the rubble was almost hopeless.

"I'm sorry, Bobby," Sam said on the other side of Bobby.

"It was just a house, ya idjits," he grumbled, even though I knew it still hurt him to see his house like this. It had held so many memories for not only him, but us as well. "All that matters is that you guys got out alive," he continued. "Let's get this over with," he started forward into the remains.

We worked together to lift pieces of wall and ceiling to try and find things to salvage and take with us. Things like books, pictures, some clothes, a blanket or two, a few keepsake things, and a single flask of Bobby's favorite whiskey were recovered. We carted things back and forth to Baby, cleaning them off as we went. Most of our work was silent.

"Dean, c'mere," Sammy called me over. As I approached I saw the faint smile making a dimple in one of his cheeks. I saw a small, extremely crinkled piece of paper in between his fingers. It was worn and dirty, but the image on the front and writing on the back were still clear enough to see well.

December 25th

Christmas Party with my Trin

I couldn't believe that this little photograph was still around. But I was happy it was. I looked over Sammy's shoulder as he talked, hesitant for some reason to take in my own hands.

"You guys were so happy," he spoke softly, then looked at me, "She's going to be back, Dean. I know it. She, she has to." He handed the picture carefully to me and I took it like it was a frail piece of glass that if you applied too much pressure, it was scatter into the wind in tiny particles to never be seen again.

I scoured over the image and I felt a grin spread across my lips. This picture seems to come around everytime something bad happened and then it's fixed.

This new thought gave me hope. I only wish she were here to see and feel it too. "C'mon, Trin," I closed my eyes, pulling the photo closer to my chest, "Please be okay."

_Author's Song Note_

"Give Me A Sign" by Breaking Benjamin

Trinity

His bright green eyes looked at me across a void like a light at the end of a tunnel. He was the first thing I could see here, wherever here was. A smile spread wide making his eyes crinkle up on the corners, his cheeks crease with smile-lines, and the deep laugh I loved.

"Trin," he simply said, holding out his arms.

"Dean," I barely got out before I forced my trembling, sore body to go forward as fast as I possibly could. Even though the pain was excruciating, I became faster and faster, his presence urging me, and as I got closer the blue of the denim shirt and the light green and brown of his plaid flannel lit up this dark world. He was so close now, I could almost feel the soft, worn leather of his jacket.

I took the last big step and as I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, he wasn't there. A cold, damp mist overwhelmed me as I fell into blackness. I hit something hard, but it was still dark. I pushed myself up onto my hands, my body laying down behind me, twisting and turning to find him again.

But he was gone. And I was still alone in the dark emptiness.

Sam

It had been a week and five days since Trinity, well, her body, had woken up. We had settled into this new bunker place and had retrieved all we could from the rubble of Bobby's house.

Dean wouldn't sleep in the room he picked, Room 11. He had put his few things in there, even personalized it with weapons on the wall, books on the shelves, a memory foam mattress, and the picture of Mom and him when he was little. But when it came time to sleep, he'd make his way down to the room Trinity was in. He'd squeeze himself onto the sofa made wide enough for only two people. His feet would hang over the armrest and he'd cross his arms over his chest, making the couch look tiny. Sometimes I'd check on them and find him laying down next to her, not touching, but so close he had to have just wanted to remind himself she was in there somewhere. And other times I'd see him, not asleep, but sitting beside her, brushing the hair from her face or holding and rubbing her hand, occasionally mumbling things to her in either a bittersweet or completely melancholy tone.

I had just recently, as in the day before, started not sleeping in clothes, but more comfortable things like t-shirts and sweatpants. But Dean still wore his clothes, as if prepared to leave in a moment's notice.

Cas was still pretty quiet, saying a few sentences a day, looking more and more tired each night. I knew I looked like a mess, but I was trying to give myself hope, even if the possibility of it being false was there.

But the photo I found for Dean seemed to give him some himself.

We didn't even have a hunt to go on. So we were working on dealing with this entire thing, getting settled, researching all we could, even Dean when he wasn't holding Trinity's hand, talking to her. It was like she was in a coma and Dean was the visitor who was told that they can still hear you.

But, who's to say she could or couldn't? I just wish she'd open her eyes.

I was checking in on the two of them when a frantic knock sounded from the entrance.

…5 Days Before…

Trinity

I was curled up in the freezing darkness, unable to feel my limbs, my lips, only the invisible tears falling down my cheeks and the pain coursing through my mind and body. Their voices echoed in my head so loudly. Calling my name, either urging me to wake up or blaming me for everything. There was no in between.

"STOP! STOP! STOP IT!" I'd scream over and over, holding my hands against my ears, as their ghostly images hung around me like a heavy fog, trying to drown me. Over time, they became even heavier and more dense, getting louder and louder, and more and more of them appeared, trying to fool me each time, sometimes I'd give in and reach out, only to be falling through the darkness again, like anytime I touched them, they repelled me.

"Trin," this one sounded so real. I opened my numb eyes and looked through misty figures to see a more solid one standing in the void, bright as day.

"Dean…" I reached out, unable to move from pain, from exhaustion, from insanity, from terror. And then the other misty figures collapsed on me, turning to buckets of icy water. Drenching me in needle like pain, making me scream, as I fell once again into a dark black hole, water surrounding me, covering me, threatening to hide me forever in the blackness.

I hit a hard bottom and the water followed, submerging me once more. But this time I stayed there, flat against this imaginary surface, letting all these emotions run rampant, but I was defeated. I was stuck wherever here was forever. I was concealed in darkness again and silence.

_Author's Song Note_

"Blackbird" (The Beatles) (Major to Minor) by Chase Holfelder

A bright light filled the void and I flinched away from it, not having seen light in so very long. It was like a person being freed from solitary confinement after years.

"You who? Trinity I presume?" I man's voice boomed, not as loud as my visions had been, but like a normal voice, one I hadn't heard in the longest time. Before I opened my eyes, I listened to his voice, the origin and then the echoed sounds of it. He had a sort of lisp, not that noticeable, but when you spend ages trying to decipher voices, you pick up these things quickly. And for such a dark, miserable place, he sound way too cheery.

I slowly opened my eyes and put down my arms as the light somewhat dimmed and my pupils adjusted. Before me was a little-below-average-height man, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his olive green jacket, overtop his dark reddish, brown shirt and jeans. His ear-length, maple colored air blew behind him in a soft breeze that instead of making me colder, covered me in a heavenly warmth. He looked down at me with eyes that looked like sun shining through a glass of rum.

Before I could even say anything, "They call me Gabriel." He smiled down at me like we had just met strolling through the park. I just looked at him in disbelief. I had been fooled so many times thinking someone was here and then they weren't. He took his hands out of his pockets, sighed, and rolled his eyes all at once. Then two huge wings sprouted from his back and stretched. They matched his eyes, the rich, brownish, golden, caramel, color staining his feathers, like a mix between a coffee spill and a tumbler of rum.

"H-how…?" I muttered with my hoarse voice.

"We can discuss in a brighter… less-dark venue, sound better? This place has always given me the creeps." He took a few confident steps to me and gently gripped my left bicep. I felt a burning sensation that didn't quite hurt, but sort of just pleasantly numbed, as my world was thrown into a different kind of darkness. It was like things were moving too quickly to see so my vision decided to just kind of… not be vision. It was actually refreshing.

The next thing I knew, a bright, warm light shined ahead and I suddenly felt it heating my wet skin. When my eyes adjusted, we were atop a mountain ledge looking over a vast, endless forest with a rainbow of trees, orange, red, yellow, brown, and specks of green. The blue sky was filled with a warm, yet crisp air and the sun was so bright, I almost cried at the sight of something so beautiful.

The view was so gorgeous. And so welcomed.

"Welcome to the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina!" The archangel opened his arms wide gesturing to the landscape. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I had been in the dark and cold so long, I almost forgot what the world looked like. "It's October if you couldn't guess. One of my favorite times of the year."

Something clicked inside of me and I felt my eyes droop, "How long have I been gone?" I was expecting the answer to be years, decades, that my world had passed, and I didn't just mean the physical world, my world, my boys.

"Hey! She speaks!" He joked, but then his face changed showing he realized I was still terrified and confused. "Oh, you mean it, don't you?" His arms dropped to his sides, "How long do you think you've been gone?"

"I don't know, years, at least. I lost track." My regular voice sounded foreign to my own ears.

He almost scoffed, but restrained, and actually looked worried. "You've only been dead for a week, Trinity."

I staggered back and let out a breath. A smile creeped onto my face, "So, Dean, Sam, Cas… they're all…"

"Alive and well? Yes and no."

"Wait what?"

"Yes, they're alive, but they're not well. You of all people should know they wouldn't be." He was right. I had died in their arms.

"Well, what are we waiting for, let's go," I started to prepare to take flight when Gabriel stopped me.

"Not yet, you need to come back."

"What do you mean, I'm out aren't I?"

He didn't say anything, just reached out for my hand. When he came in contact, his hand passed through mine. I gasp, retracting it and holding it up. I hadn't looked, but now that I was, I was partially transparent. I looked to him for answers.

"Ya see, back there, you were the only real thing, but out here, everything else is real now, not you."

"So, wait, then how do I actually come back?"

"We have to work together, with someone," he drug out the word as he looked down at an invisible watch, "who should be getting to the bunker about now."

"Bunker?"

"You have a lot to catch up on. Let's get started."

Gabriel and I started on these roads back to my living self, literally and figuratively. We never once took flight until he said I was almost ready.

We walked along roads and through forests and farms. It was so relaxing, I sometimes thought this had to be Heaven, that I wasn't actually coming back to life, that I was just being freed into a better place.

We talked most of the time, about my past, about his with the Winchesters, about my time in what he told me was Limbo. I couldn't believe it when he told me at first. But the more I thought about it the more it made sense. He told me that it can be even worse than Hell or Purgatory and that he was proud of me for fighting while there. He also told me that it was the place where souls and spirits that don't belong in neither Heaven nor Hell go. And that was a very, very few amount.

We discussed what happened after I died. He told me he had been watching from an omniscient point of view per God's request, and that yes, he had finally found his Father. He said that he had actually been watching before I had even met the Winchesters. That God had brought him back to life after his own brother had killed him before Sam and Dean locked Lucifer back in the cage. That He assigned a crucial mission to him, to watch over me and raise me from Limbo, like Cas had watched over and raised Dean from perdition.

I stopped walking on the side of a road somewhere in Tennessee. "Wait, you've been watching this entire time and you not once thought it'd be a good idea to maybe, I don't know… lend a hand?"

"Listen, sister, I would've, I probably could've, but Father told me I couldn't interfere, that it would screw up whatever was to happen. I'm sorry about most of your life by the way."

"Yeah, thanks," I scoffed.

He rolled his eyes and sighed as we kept walking.

The entire time, the two of us seemed to bond pretty quickly, like we had known each other for a really long time. He had very quickly made his sarcastic personality apparent. It was a personality that I liked and instantly clicked with.

We had been walking for four days. As Gabriel and I walked through Cherokee National Forest, he said it was about time and that he was tired of walking. I hadn't really felt a thing since I suppose I wasn't even really here. So he extended his wings and looked at me expectantly. I shrugged and he rolled his eyes once more.

"Just because you're a soul, doesn't mean you can't fly."

I let my wings out of their prison and… God… It felt good. I stretched them as far as possible and rolled my shoulders as a smile appeared on my face and I closed my eyes, my head falling back just a little.

"Feel good?" Gabe asked. I could hear the sympathetic smile on his face.

"Just a bit," I giggled. I almost jumped at the estranged sound of it.

"Ready to go home then?"

"Bobby's house was destroyed though."

"I'm not talking about a place, kiddo." I realized he was referring to a few certain people being my home. I couldn't help but agree.

We landed somewhere in Kansas in front of a dingy looking factory with a closed off opening below ground level. It had graffiti on it, and as I looked, more and more supernatural symbols popped out to me.

"But remember that bunker I mentioned?" Gabe picked up our conversation from Tennessee.

I looked from him to what he was calling "The Bunker," and took a deep breath, well instinctively, because I didn't actually have any breath to take. But my boys were right inside and I was so close. If I had been a living, breathing person, I might have very well fainted out of nervousness, excitement, and a tinge of fear of what state I might find them in.

Sam

"Chuck?" I heard my own voice with a questioning, shocked, and confused tone.

"Sam," he nodded to me and Dean appeared behind my shoulder, "Dean," nodding to him as well. "May I come in?"

I slowly opened the entrance and as soon as I closed it behind him, Dean splashed holy water on his bearded face. I gripped his arm and cut a thin line with the silver knife to make sure he wasn't a shifter.

He passed both tests.

Sputtering water from his lips and blinking it out of his blue eyes, "Nice to see you two too."

"You know we have to check," Dean grumbled, clicking the cap back on the holy water.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sheathing the knife and crossing my arms.

"It's about Trinity," he simply stated. Both Dean and I were taken aback.

"W-what do you mean, you're here for Trinity?" My brother's eyes narrowed.

"I know how to help."

The words were like a Godsend.

Cas

I was sitting at the end of the bed Trinity was resting on when I heard a familiar sound letting me know an angel had entered the room. I knew nothing could get into this bunker without permission, so I whirled around slipping my angel blade out. I would protect Trinity with everything I had.

But I froze when I saw the two figures across the bed, my blade clattered to the floor.

"G-Gabriel?" My breath picked up.

"Hey little bro! Long time no see!" He had a smile on his face, his hair a little shorter than the last time I had seen him.

"You're not dead?" I couldn't believe my eyes.

He just tilted his head down a bit with an impish grin and mischievous eyes.

He was alive.

And then my eyes ventured to the misty figure next to him. The air went out of my lungs. "Trinity?" My voice rasped out.

"Hi, Cas," her face was so happy and relieved to see me, she went to go forward for a hug, but Gabriel stopped her, looking at her then her still body on the bed. She looked over at it and I could tell the sight was disturbing. She looked back up to me and grinned a sheepish, loving grin, "Raincheck?"

She took a few steps and hesitantly with a shaking hand, touched three foggy fingers to her body's forehead. Her misty soul disappeared like a candle being blown out and the skin of her body brightened like a sunrise.

Sam

"She's in here," Bobby led Chuck the prophet to the room Trinity was in.

"Gabriel?!" Dean's surprised and confused voice sounded when he entered the room. I flipped around, coming through the threshold and seeing a familiar angel, but this time I could see his liqueur/caramel colored wings poised behind him. He turned his head up and smiled at us.

"Miss me?" His playful tone matched his eyes. I looked over at Cas and he looked like a mix of disbelief, shock, and pure joy. "Hey Samantha," the archangel winked at me and I felt my face turn confused and I shook my head and blinked.

"Hold on a minute," Dean held up his hands and paused. "What?!"

"We'll explain a little later, but let me do this," Chuck crossed the room to Trinity's resting body.

"Wait, what are you doing, don't touch her-" Dean started forward protectively, but Cas stepped partially in front of him putting a hand on his chest.

"Dean, wait. Just watch," a smile creeped onto his face. He knew something we didn't.

Chuck reached down and lightly held one of the two necklaces around Trinity's neck. One her Eye of Horus I had given to her, and the other in Chuck's hand, the Samulet I had given Dean when we were kids.

"This is a nice amulet, yours Dean, right?" He looked back up at us.

"Yeah," he lifted a hand gesturing to them, "I, I thought she could use it right now more than me," his hand fell back down and slapped against his thigh.

The prophet looked back down and the bronze of the amulet began to faintly glow hot. He slipped it off of her and tossed it over to my brother. He caught it but dropped it making a sound letting us know it was searing to the touch. He shook his hand as he looked at it on the ground, then back up at the short man next to Trinity.

He looked back at me and we had a silent conversation. The Samulet burning in someone's presence could only mean one thing. We both looked back over to the bed, about to ask the same question, but we were stopped by what we were witnessing.

Chuck sat down next to Trinity, with Gabriel standing on the opposite side of the bed, and placed one hand on her forehead, the other gripping her hand, carefully. He closed his eyes and a bright light, like an angelic emission filled the entire room. All of us, save the two angels, covered our eyes.

When it became just a room with lamp light once more, we dropped our arms. Dean bent down and picked up the Samulet and hung it around his neck before stepping ahead of Cas next to the prophet.

"I'm letting her rest for now. Truly rest," he stood up and looked so short compared to my brother.

"So," I asked cautiously, "You're… God?"

Chuck shrugged one shoulder and gave a shy half smile. Not exactly the way I thought I'd meet God, if I was lucky enough to go to Heaven, but I guess it worked.

We were seated at the big table in the library of the bunker. Me, Dean, Cas, Bobby, Gabriel, and Chuck, or… God.

"Why now?" Dean sat forward with his arms crossed in front of him on the table. Judgement plastered on his face.

"It was time," he stated.

"So, what?" Dean sat back and threw his arms up in the air, "The apocalypse wasn't time?" It didn't matter if you were a celestial being, or obviously even God himself, Dean was not going to tone down his sass.

"I did what I had to, what I could. You don't understand, the things that happened, needed to happen."

Dean stood up abruptly out of his chair at that, "You mean putting Sammy through Hell and back?!"

"Dean," Chuck calmly closed his eyes, "I really am sorry. But if none of that happened, you may have never met Trinity, and you needed to meet."

Cas was just sitting across the table, looking at Chuck, knowing that his Father was right in front of him, after searching and searching for him, he was finally there. And his brother was right along with him, the same as he had always been.

Dean paced a few times and ran his fingers through his hair, puffing it up unintentionally. He rubbed his face and turned to face us with a resigned, tired look about him. "I'm gonna go to bed. This, this is too much right now." He walked off and out around the corner back towards Trinity's room, leaving me and Bobby with two angels and God himself in an awkward silence.

"So, uh… How's the weather up there?" Bobby tapped his fingers on the top of the table.

Dean

I entered Trinity's comfy looking room, the dim lamplight giving the maroon walls a warm, homey feeling.

I slowly took off my boots and sat down on the edge of the bed, my back facing Trinity. I turned halfway over my shoulder, "Trin, you won't believe what's going on right now."

It was in the middle of the night.

I had fallen asleep beside Trinity on the bed. There was on candle on each side of the bed lit.

Trinity

Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked over and over. The dim candle light lit up a maroon room that looked extremely homey. I was laying on a soft bed covered in flannel and I took a deep breath,

I smiled. I could feel the air fill my lungs, I felt my heart beating in my chest. I felt the blood rush through my veins, happy to be moving again. All of my nerves sprang to life and I could feel everything, the fuzz of the sheets underneath me, the fluff of the pillow beneath my head, the tingles of my limbs seemingly coming back to life, everything.

Then I heard familiar breathing beside me. The heart that had just restarted, skipped a few beats. Closing my eyes, I slowly moved my hand across the space behind me, fingers reaching out for contact, a timid smile creeping onto my face.

_Author's Song Note_

"Miracle" by Shinedown

Dean

I felt a slim, chilly hand grasp my thigh. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I partially sat up, "Trin-"

I barely got out before her body flung itself around, the back of her hand smacking me square in the nose. I fell back down to the pillows with a groan. I held my nose as I felt a weight on top of me.

"Dean?!"

I blinked tears away and opened my eyes to see Trinity staring down at me, hazel eyes wide and glassy. A huge smile etched across her face. Before I could say anything she quickly made our lips meet and her thin fingers slipped up the sides of my face and into the edges of my hair. Her shoulders lifted as she kissed me and her legs wrapped around me, all of this as if she was clinging to me for dear life, like I was the side of the mountain holding her from falling.

After that first long, desperate kiss, she parted, but came right back with a thousand quick ones, all over my face as if mapping it out with her lips.

Then she held the last one on my forehead and slowly opened her eyes at me, joyful tears leaking slowly out. She traced her fingers over the sides of my face, my neck, shoulders, chest, and rested one on my heart. She closed her eyes with an almost painful expression as she just let it thump against her palm. Her face showed that it was like she was trying to make sure I wasn't a figment of her imagination.

All the while, I laid there, speechless. She was right in front, well, on top of me, alive and breathing, and smiling.

She lifted her eyelids and looked deep into mine, "You're real," it was almost a question.

In response I raised my hands to her face and cupped her cheeks. Now it was my turn to make sure she was real and not another one of the countless dreams I had had of her still being alive, when I could actually sleep. I felt my eyebrows droop to the sides, appreciating her presence, as I pushed stray hairs away from her gorgeous face. My one hand fell down across her shoulder and arm, the other rubbing small circles on her cheek with my thumb, then carefully over her bottom lip.

"You're real," I couldn't help the giant smile that consumed my face and the pure happiness that made the gleeful laughter bubble up as we both went in for a bear hug.

We sat up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, head against my chest. I looped my arms underneath hers to grasp her back, feeling the soft fabric of one of my over-sized t-shirts that I had changed her into so she wasn't still in the bloody clothes she had been in before. I buried my nose in her neck and curls. Taking in her smell, that faint, clean citrus scent standing out more than ever.

We sat there for, I don't know how long, but we didn't move until daylight came peeking through the small window at the top of her wall. The rays of sun speared through the warm air and hit us. I opened my eyes just enough to see the large silhouette of her wings against the bedsheets and floor.

I smiled to myself, listening to her beating heart, feeling her regularly chilly hands on my back, her full lips occasionally pressing against my clavicle. I held her tight, I held her close. Because my Trin had finally come back to me.

Cas

"Cas?" A small voice spoke up behind me.

It was early morning and I was sitting in the observatory of the bunker, looking out at the stars. I had a small smile on my face, knowing that soon Trinity would wake up and I'd finally see her again.

I turned around and there she was. Clothed in one of Dean's old, worn Metallica shirts and dark green and black plaid boxers. Dean was by her side, arm behind her back, gripping her waist, and the other holding her hand, making sure she was steady. I thought to myself that she probably was still getting used to being alive again.

"Trinity," I murmured as I stood and quickly strode over to them, wrapping my arms tightly around her small body.

She let out a breath and squeaked, "C-Cas… can't… breathe."

I let go and held her shoulders, "You're here," I gently touched her jawline. I kissed her forehead and murmured against her soft skin, "Welcome home." I held back the euphoric tears in my eyes.

Sam

I heard a few voices down the hall getting closer and closer.

"Sam!" A familiar voice I hadn't heard in what seemed like forever shouted behind my back. As I turned, I heard bare feet slapping against the hard floor. The next thing I knew a small body attacked me and almost knocked me over from the force.

Instinctively, I threw my arms around her as she clung to me. Instantaneously, I knew who it was. From the curls tickling my neck, the chilly hands gripping onto my shoulders and back, and the natural smell of her.

Citrus.

"Tr-Trinity," I gasped as it occurred to me that this was her. That she was alive. I pulled her body close as I hugged her and closed my eyes. I didn't care that her jet black hair was covering my face, I didn't care that I was holding all of her weight, I only cared that she was here.

My sister had come home.

I looked up and saw both Dean and Cas standing there, smiled plastered to their faces and one took over mine. Dean was looking at Trinity like a blind man seeing sun for the very first time. An elated laughter, boiled up inside me and spilled out as I held her close, feeling her heart pump against my chest.

Trinity

After attack-hugging Sam, we all walked ourselves to the library.

That's where we met up with Bobby, Gabriel, and Chuck the prophet, or as I was told, God.

"Bobby," I fell into his embrace and the smell of aftershave and whiskey filled my nose. He swayed me and when we parted he gave me a big grin and squeezed my shoulders, rubbing small circles on them with his thumbs. "Bobby Singer… Are those tears I see?" I smiled at him.

He gave one last squeeze before shoving me off playfully and wiping his eyes. He may look like a surly, gruff, drunk, but he really was just a big sweetheart.

"So, this is new," I let the deep breath I had taken out and looked around. Giddy to see any and everything that wasn't dark or empty. I still hadn't mentioned Limbo to the boys.

"Yep," smiled Sam, "Welcome to-"

At the same time, both Dean and I cut him off, "The Batcave!"

Dean had opened his arms in a wide welcoming and I nodded as I spoke. We looked at each other and a smile crept onto both of our faces before we started laughing.

Sam rolled his eyes, but the smile never left.

Dean looked over at me, "I've been waiting to call it that," he winked.

"But Dean," Cas looked over with a confused face that wasn't strange to us, "I have yet to find any bats residing here."

"Cas, it's a joke, buddy," Dean chuckled.

"An allusion actually," I glanced over at my boyfriend and returned the wink. He just smiled. He couldn't seem to get rid of it.

"Well, I guess that takes care of a name for the place, then," Bobby huffed happily.

Dean hadn't really checked me over much since I had woken up. But as we sat there at the large table in the middle of the room, he kept touching the different marks, old and new. Sometimes it was like he was double checking I was right before him. The others were discussing other things, but at this moment, Dean and I were in our own little world. I looked into his eyes, brighter and greener than ever, while he took my "new" body in.

He grazed his fingers over my shoulders where the wing brands curled up over them. He smoothed them over the spirals on my forearm matching his. He passed his thumb over the two extremely faint scars on my cheek, one from the gorgon fight, and one from the night in the barn. There were countless other scars covering my body, but he would spend enough time at night running his fingertips over the raised bumps and shallow indentations of them. He slowly and gently placed his hand over my new one from Lucifer on the right side of my neck, the handprint that caused bad memories to surface covered by the hand that brought up so many great ones. He slid his other hand down my shoulder, down my arm to rest on my bicep where Gabriel's handprint lay. I thought about how strange it was that the difference between the two handprints was that Lucifer had purposefully wanted to hurt me, while Gabriel was saving me, his actually felt in a way, good.

He looked down at it underneath his palm and looked back up to me, concern on his features, asking so many questions. As I was about to talk to him about it, like he read my mind, Sam spoke up.

"Trinity?" I turned to face him, Dean's hand trailing down and gripping my hand. I held right back. "Where… were you?"

I took a deep breath. "Limbo."

I almost heard the gasp and then the silence take over.

"Like, Purgatory?" Dean asked, worry and protectiveness filling his voice.

"No. Limbo," Gabe cleared his voice. "There's a difference. Purgatory is for monsters only, you know that."

I could see the instant regret on Dean's face. He did know that, and he didn't think anything of it about me maybe being there. I couldn't blame him, if I hadn't just been in Limbo myself, it probably would have been a guess of my own too.

"What… what was it like?" Sam carefully asked, not wanting to be too curious, but I could hear it in his voice. All of their eyes trained on me except for Gabriel and Chuck.

I closed my eyes and curled my fingers around Dean's tighter. "It was like I was in a black hole. No light, no sound, no life. It was that empty feeling where you know there is nothing else there but you." I told them more about my surroundings, or lack thereof and continued. "Then the longer I was there, the more you guys kept showing up. First it was just your voice," I looked to Dean, "Then one by one, you all kept showing up. But every time I'd try to touch you, see if you were real, see if you were there to save me, you'd vanish and I'd fall into the empty darkness. It got worse each time. And I wasn't quite dead or living. It was like all of the bad things about being alive stayed and left behind all of the good ones. I couldn't actually breath, I couldn't feel my heart beating, but I was always out of breath, always aching, trembling, and thinking. My mind was the worst part. It kept mixing things up, confusing reality and fiction. I was literally going insane." I paused and they all looked petrified. Especially Dean who looked heartbroken as his hand slightly shook holding mine. I went on to tell them everything, all the way up until we arrived and met Cas in the room and I settled back into my body.

"What did you mean the longer you were there? You made it sound like years," Cas ventured.

I swallowed hard, trying not to let the ever so close memories get to me too much, "It felt like I was down there for at least a decade. Sometimes I thought I'd only been there for a few minutes, days, then it was weeks, months, years, and towards the end it felt like almost a century had past. I was sure all of you were long gone and when Gabriel pulled me out, I looked at the world outside and imagined you not being there." Dean's eyes were watery when I looked at him and he had my hand in both of his, letting me know he was right there.

We talked some more, we compared experiences between Hell, Purgatory, and Limbo. We talked about what went on after I had died, what went on when they tried to give me a funeral, and every thing until I woke up early this morning. I had broken down a few times, letting tears trickle down my face. But the boys were there for me this time.

Chuck cleared his throat, "Hey guys, could I speak with Trinity?" For God, he spoke just like any man, his voice actually pitched higher than most.

They all sat there, expectant, still mostly looking at me.

He made his voice a bit louder, "Alone?"

There was a chorus of "Oh's", and incomprehensible mumbles, and chair scooching across the hardwood. Dean hesitated at the door and looked back at me. I nodded and smiled at him. He turned and followed the others, except Gabriel who was instructed to stay.

"You probably have a bunch of questions-"

"You could say that…"

"I just wanted to tell you why you were resurrected," he said in such a normal tone it was like any old conversation.

I sat forward and crossed my arms on the table, "I'm listening."

"I sent Castiel to raise Dean from perdition because he had a large purpose he had yet to fulfil here on earth. Plus he may not believe this, but he doesn't deserve to go to Hell. None of you do." I scoffed and he looked deep into my eyes, so deep, I felt warm inside. It made me nervous, yet comforted. It was strange. "Sam was pulled out for the same reason. No man should have to endure being locked away with Lucifer." He almost laughed, "Those two boys have been brought back to life so many times, and yet, I keep them alive."

"Okay, I knew all of this, sooo…" I tilted my head and squinted my eyes a bit.

"Sooo, you should be able to guess why you're back."

I thought for a moment. "I have a bigger purpose?" I questioned, not really positive on my answer.

"Yes, but those boys of yours need all the help they can in this battle. No matter if it's with the darker side of Heaven, Hell, or anything in between. They need you. You're their rock. I know they just told you, but you should have seen them with you gone. Their completely different people now."

I let a small smile tickle my lips.

"Plus, you have a very important part to play in the upcoming future my dear," he smiled and winked.

God just winked at me. I have not idea what he meant by that. But God just winked at me.

After we finished our little chat, Gabriel walked me out.

When we got passed the threshold, I jumped to the archangel beside me.

It took him aback and he almost tipped backward as I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed tight. "Thank you," I whispered. He slowly but surely returned the gesture and patted my back around where my wings were hidden.

"You're welcome," he smiled against the side of my head. We parted and turned to keep walking. "Hey, Trinity?" He grabbed my hand. I looked to him with a smile. "I wanted to give you this," he said as he held up a fist, palm down, and spread his fingers. A silver ball-chain dropped down, laced between his fingers. A pendant dangled off of it showing a dark blue knot that looked like a circle dissected by three pointed ovals with background that looked like a monochromatic blue galaxy. I stared at it, jaw dropped as Gabriel explained.

"It's a Trinity Knot."

"Nuh uh," the corner of my mouth turning up into a crooked smile.

His eyes showed kindness and something else, respect. He motioned for me to turn around, so I did and lifted my messy hair up. He pulled the chain around my neck with gentle ease, "I figure you know by now that you are in fact not a monster, but I wanted you to have this. As a reminder of who you are.

I turned back around holding the pendant atop of the pads of my fingers and thought about what he meant. He had to have been referring to my bloodlines, how I had three different species running through my veins, and how somehow, I had actually turned out pretty okay, besides all of the shit I've been through of course. I looked up at smiled at him, but cocked my head a bit at the mischievous grin he was giving me. I opened my mouth to ask why he was looking at me like that, but then it occurred to me.

I had three other important things in my life.

"Hey Trin! C'mon! I'm making dinner, babe! Come eat!" Dean's jovial voice sounded from across the bunker, "Sammy and Cas wanna play a card game!"

My lips spread wide as the thought sank in.

_Author's Song Note_

These didn't really have a place in the text, but they remind me of the events that just previously happened. ;)

"Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy

"Rebirthing" by Skillet

"Hero" by Skillet