Dean hadn't known what to expect when he exhaled his last breath in Sam's arms, but Heaven was turning out to be the paradise it was touted as.
Before his eyes, a stunning panorama stretched into the distance culminating in the peak of a majestic, snow-covered mountain.
The view reflected the peace in Dean's heart, the harmony too.
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Though his body was probably no more than a charred heap of ash back on Earth, everything that made Dean Winchester who he was remained encapsulated in his soul.
There was only one flaw to tarnish the wonder of it all and that was the absence of his little brother.
When Dean felt the vibration thrum through him a few seconds later, he understood immediately what it signified and his lips curved into a smile.
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Although Dean desired nothing more than to peek over his shoulder and rest his gaze on that beloved face once again, he held off, wanting to eke out the anticipation for another few delicious moments.
At his back, he could sense all of the emotion in Sam's soul; the love his brother bore him laid out like the lyrics of some celestial song.
When he could hold out no longer, Dean turned around.
Heaven which had been almost perfect morphed into pure unadulterated joy as he pulled his moist-eyed little brother into his arms, never to let him go.