What's going on in Heaven?
Disclaimer - All characters, dialogue, anything recognizable, belong to WB, CW, Kripke, et. al.
A/N - All errors are my own.
Hey Sammy… whaddya you wanna do today?
Don' know… and it's Sam…
Okay… Samuel
Deeeeen!
Saaammmmeeee…
Jack heard the whining, followed by mocking reply. He tuned into the Winchesters' every now and then. Their conversations were always interesting, but their banter when they decided to manifest as eight and twelve year olds was especially endearing.
Sooo… wanna go to the arcade on the boardwalk?
Nuh uh
Wanna fish off the rocks? Or… oooh… let's build huge sandcastles… with two floors…
We already did all that...
Okaaay... how about exploring the woods? Let's make swords again... have a grand battle...
Naah… Miracle doesn't like that… he thinks we're really fighting...
Then… lets climb trees and drop leaves on other people as they walk by… let's see who drops it exactly on their noses…
Dean… your're not supposed to play pranks in Heaven…
Who said? It's not like we hurt anyone, they just get a little confused.
So that's what those random pinpricks of confusion were, thought Jack, souls that were targets of Winchester pranks.
Come on Sammy… decide… wanna travel? We could go to the pyramids in Egypt… we're small, so we can crawl through all the roped off passages and tunnels..
Where do you get these ideas…
The question, squirt, is why aren't you getting any ideas...
We could go to a museum…
Only if it's a "Night at the Museum" kind where the dinosaurs come alive and we ride them into battle! Awesome...
You and your battles…
Come on Sammy… don't be a bitch…
Don't swear Dean, we're in Heaven..
Geez
Jack agreed it would be awesome to ride dinosaurs into battle. He recalled watching that movie while on Earth with Sam and Dean. Their back and forth throughout the film had been quite amusing.
Please don't tell me you wanna go to an art museum…
Why not?
Cuz then we have to be all grown up…
We're grownups lots of time…
Yeah… but today we're supposed to be kids…
Why?
Because I'm older… and I'm always right...
But Dean…
Okay… fine… me and Miracle'll wait with Baby…
Jack had been aware of the imminent deaths of the the brothers, first Dean, then Sam, as soon as he had ascended to… (what should he call it?)... Godhood? But he was determined to keep his resolve of non-interference. Especially since he broke it so soon after making it, when he gave Miracle to the Winchesters. Having the dog wouldn't change any of the events, but Dean was happy, and Sam was comforted.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud splat followed by a louder expletive.
What the hell, Sammy?
That's what I wanna do today…
Huh?
I want an epic snowball battle, jerk!
You're on bitch!
No cursing in Heaven Dee! And it's Saam…
Jack listened as the brothers laughed and squealed, rolling around in banks of snow. I wonder if they'd let me join them… he mused.