I know the last chapter ended a bit nasty... But I really hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. Here's the new one - happy reading! :)

I blink in confusion. There's no mistake where I am. My childhood house rises before me, beautiful and intact. I look around only to see the painfully familiar wrecked cars around... I sigh, I'm home.

I head for the front door, hesitantly crossing the porch. As I enter I hear the music, the lyrics of Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler" drifting through the afternoon thick air. I follow the sound to the library and a small squeak escapes me. There he is. Just as I remember him, not a day older, not a wrinkle more, with his favorite baseball cap, sitting in the chair, reading, a glass of whiskey just a hand reach away. The one and only Bobby Singer.

"Dad?" the disbelief makes me whisper.

His head snaps up, his eyes widen when he sees me. His face glows in happiness as he stands and embraces me in a tight hug.

"Braeden, honey!" he smiles, "I didn't think you'll be back from that hunt so soon. I haven't seen you in almost two months!"

"Hunt?"

"Was it a vengeful spirit as you thought?"

"What are you talking about..."

"The haunted apartment building, of course. In Kansas..." he continues, his voice booming around the room.

I blink, finally realizing what's going on. That's a memory of his. I look around. My mother is nowhere to be seen. Somehow I always thought he'd end up with her in their own personal Heaven. Obviously, I was wrong. His Heaven is a peaceful afternoon while me and the Winchesters are on our separate hunts. This was ages ago, long before Purgatory, before... Everything. He's even reading a Tori Spelling autobiography. I chuckle and shake my head.

"Braeden, are you okay?" the concern in my father's eyes almost make me choke, "You look... lost."

"Because I am, Dad." I furiously blink back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

I throw myself at him, hugging him with all I have. He's startled but quickly wraps his arms around me. I missed him so much. I have so much I want to tell him, to apologize, to make amends. In Bobby's embrace, I feel like a little girl again, looking for her father's approval and protection because she knows Bobby can do anything. But I'm not a little girl. Not anymore.

I pull back and wipe the tears off my cheeks. A wobbly smile stretches my lips.

"Are you okay?" Bobby asks again, "What's going on?"

"Come." I lead him back to his chair and make him take a seat as I sit in his legs, "Dad..."

"Oh, boy. That's some serious talk coming." at my puzzled look, he huffs and explains, "You call me Dad only when shit's really deep. Spill, girl."

I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves.

"What's the last thing you remember?" I gently ask, "What do you really remember?"

"What do you mean?" he sounds exasperated, "Yesterday Sam and Dean..."

"No. Think. What do you really remember? Go past that, go deeper. Remember."

Bobby draws a sharp breath.

"The factory... We were there with Sam and Dean... And Dick, he..."

"He shot you, Dad." tears stream down my face once again, "You died. And I never got to..." I shake my head, "You were trying to protect me, and I... I... I'm so, so much..." I choke on my words.

But he pulls me into his embrace once again.

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm not mad. It's okay."

"It's not." I sniffle, "The things I said to you..."

"You never meant them," he wipes my tears, "I raised you, kid. Trust me, I know you better." then he furrows, "Wait, if I'm dead and this is obviously my stupid idea of Heaven, then..." his blue eyes widen as his hands cradle my face, "No," he furiously shakes his head, "No, no. You can't be! No!"

"Dad," I cover his hands with mine, "It's okay."

"Balls! My ass, okay!" he yells in anger and devastation, "You were supposed to live long and happy, and..."

"Dad," I smile up at him, "I am a hunter. There's no long and happy in this life and you know it. I died doing what I do best. Kick ass."

He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms protectively around me. I can feel his tears so I just return the hug. There's nothing I can do to make it better. At least we're together again. I take I deep calming breath. It's going to be okay.

That's when we hear the noise. We pull back and rise on our feet. The radio cracks with static, the phone cord shakes. In front of us appears a door, the handle rattles as it opens, and Castiel steps in.

I don't know who is more stunned as we stare at each other. Cas's eyes land on me with pain and pity as he realizes the only way to be here is for me to be dead. He tilts his head, sorrow all over his face.

"It's okay," I shrug and offer him a small smile.

"How?" his deep angelic voice is full of confusion and regret.

"Eldon Styne cursed me. It took a while but it worked." I feel as Bobby eyes me carefully.

"Oh, Braeden... Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because every attempt to lift it was going to end up with all of you dead. It was the little catch Styne was so proud of." I shake my head, "So there was no chance of telling Sam and Dean, or even you. I had to keep it a secret..."

"And you suffered silently..."

"It doesn't matter anymore, don't you think?"

"Well," Bobby huffs, "Nice to see you and all, and no matter how enlightening this is, Cas, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I need your help." the angel simply states

"Yeah, sure," I look at him with worry, "What for?"

"We must stop Metatron."

This is bad. Worse than I ever thought. Heaven is a mess. A barely functioning mess on the verge of a fall. All thanks to Metatron. Castiel explained that the Scribe of God managed to pull some serious shit. Because of his previous position, he knows almost everything God does. And that's worrisome.

Castiel says that Metatron wants to collapse the hierarchy of Heaven as an act of pure revenge, because he was made to run from home so many years ago. He now wants to banish the angels so Heaven can fall. And no matter how much of a dicks the angels are, they do not deserve this. The consequences not only for the celestial beings but for humankind will be severe if Metatron succeeds in his plan.

So, obviously, we must stop him.

"What's the plan?" Bobby asks while we sneak around the snowy white corridors of Heaven.

Chills run down my spine as memories from my previous visit flood my mind. Naomi and her little obedient soldiers, the torture... I shake my head and push those thoughts aside. Bury them deep down, where they can't worry me.

Cas stops right before a corner in the hall.

"Metatron deceived his followers. I learned his plan by accident. My brothers and sisters believe he'll run Heaven, and to do so and secure his position, he has to finish some trials God himself wanted written on the angel tablet. That with the trials he'd prove he's God's chosen."

"What the trials actually do?" I look around suspiciously.

"They'll cast the angels out of Heaven, right?" Bobby is as uneasy as I am.

We're hunters, taking part in celestial civil war is not something we are used to. A ridiculous idea crosses my mind. Cas to tell the angels the truth. But even the angels can be blinded by their beliefs. It's not like I haven't seen it before. So even with the truth out the possibility of the feathered asses turning against Cas instead of believing him about Metatron's engineering is too high.

"Is he..." I hesitate for a second, "Is he behind the last trial for closing the Gates of Hell?"

"Yes, I heard him giving the orders. He even managed to draw some demons to help."

"Yeah, I met them." I rub my face as Bobby scoffs, "This was a distraction, making sure Sam and Dean wouldn't mess with his plan. You realize that means he probably has made you."

"I know." Cas nods, "But my brothers and sisters..."

"So you ask us not to kill the angels we're up against." Bobby spits.

"They're misled."

"It's not gonna be easy, Cas." I sigh, "What exactly are we going against?"

"If we're lucky," he starts and I scoff at him, "We'd have to deal only with the guards in front of the room he's in." he points at the end of the hall, "That's where we're going."

"God, I hope you're right about this," I mutter as we spread, ready to do our part of the plan.

As Cas approaches the guards, Bobby and I sneak behind them, grabbing them by the throats. We struggle to keep them quiet, to disarm them without causing them any harm.

"Go!" I snarl at Cas as I tighten my hold around the neck of the angel I tackled down, "We're right behind you."

Without hesitation, Cas passes through the door and disappears. Finally, the angel stops struggling, his body goes limp and I release him to collapse on the clean floor. I go to Bobby and finish his opponent with a quick punch.

"I had him!" Bobby pants.

"Of course, Dad." I grin at him as we enter into yet another bright and sickly white room.

It takes me a second to comprehend what's happening before me. I twirl around before anyone can react I throw a hex bag at the door, completely sealing it. Then I turn to face Metatron.

Bobby is tensed next to me, gripping tight his weapon as we take in the scene before us. Cas is strapped to some kind of a torture device which suspiciously reminds me of a dentist chair. Metatron is hovering above him, knife dangerously close to his throat. The Scribe of God is a tiny human being, with curly grayish hair and small eyes. His face bears a resemblance of a nasty rodent and the sickening smile stretching his lips only contributes to that image.

"Witchcraft in Heaven." he states, "I'm impressed."

"Been here before." I shrug and point my angel blade to him, "Picked up a few tricks along the way. Now let him go."

Metatron chuckles. Cas's eyes widen and he manages to say.

"I'm the last trial. My grace!"

Realization sinks in. A quick cut and Metatron wins. We need to stall until we figure out a way to put some distance between him and Cas. I don't know how this douchebag managed to capture my friend, but I'll make him pay. It's possible has Cas underestimated him. That's a mistake I will not make. Bobby obviously has come to the same conclusions because he takes a step and says

"So you're the feathered ass moron who wants to see Heaven crumbles. On a pity revenge."

"Pity?! Pity!?" Metatron's face becomes red, "Do you have any idea what it would be like to be plucked from obscurity, to sit at God's feet, to be asked to write down his word?" he takes a step towards us, lost in his fury, "The ache I felt when he was gone, telling myself, 'Father's left, but look what he's left us Paradise.' But those archangels couldn't leave well enough alone." I look at my nails, keeping my face completely indifferent, and this spurs him even more as he pants with rage, spit flying from his mouth, "They ran me from my home. Did you really think they could do all of that to me, and there'd be no payback?"

"Well, bo-hoo, fucking ass," Bobby's voice booms with his aggravation, "Your siblings mistreated you. Big deal. That's what family does. Plays on your nerves, treats you wrong..."

"Yeah, Megatron," a wolf grin spreads across my face as I adjust my grip on the angel blade in my hand, "Grow a pair, will you? 'Cause casting the angels out of Heaven is a grand idea."

He's about to say something when his eyes land on the door behind Bobby and me. A loud bang echoes through the room.

"What have you done?" there is a shred of panic in his voice as he realizes the spell is not just for sealing the entrance.

"Oh, that?" I shrug and smile at him as another bang cuts the air, "It's a clever spell, you know. Took it from the book of one of the most powerful witches I've ever met. It kinda broadcasts everything you do and say..."

"Now all Heaven knows what you're up to." Bobby adds, pride shining in his eyes, "She's a smart one, isn't she?"

Getting out of his initial stupor, Metatron twirls around, reaching for Cas's throat. But I'm faster. I tackle him to the ground and, with ease secure his weapon, trapping him beneath my body as Bobby releases Castiel from his bounds.

"Can I kill him?" I ask, smiling viciously at Metatron, my blade at his chin.

"Braeden..." there's a warning in Cas's gruff voice.

"Oh, come on, you're no fun!" I whine as Metatron's eyes widen.

The door finally flies open as angels burst in, surrounding us. Soon Metatron is taken away as Castiel explains to his angelic siblings exactly what happened. One by one, the angels scatter, only a few staying behind. Discussing the recent events. And why Bobby and I, two souls with no place roaming the halls of Heaven, are not in our own Paradise.

"She's got no place in Heaven." the steel voice makes me whip my head towards its owner.

It's a tall well-built woman with chocolate skin, wonderful curly hair, and huge all-knowing eyes. Her dark leather jacket and jeans indicate she's no angel. I tilt my head, taking her all in. There's a dangerous edge in her. The feeling I get from her is similar to what once Dean explained to me, a long time ago, when John traded his soul for him.

"You're a reaper."

"Clever girl." there's a hint of a smile across her full lips.

"What does this mean?" Bobby shields me from her, as Castiel stands next to me with his hand protectively put on my shoulder.

Feeling the tension, the other angels quietly circle us, ready for an outburst. Whose, I'm not sure.

"No need of that." the reaper waves her hand at them," The name's Billie, and I'm here to take you back."

"Take me back?" the confusion is evident in my voice, "Back where?"

"To your body, of course." Billie states as though this is the simplest and most logical thing ever, "You're not dead."

I really liked Billy in the show, so there was no way I wouldn't include her :D What are your thoughts on the story so far? Drop me a review and tell me! :)))