Heaven.

The thought was strange. Sure, she'd heard about it, even knew people who visited on a semi regular basis, but to know that she was there was a completely different story. Unless she was in another coma though that was the only explanation for the swing set she sat on being in the middle of a field that seemed to never end. In either direction there was nothing to see other than open blue sky and tall green grass. Ana tilted her head back, soaking in the warmth from the sun and she nudged herself back and forth with her toes. This wasn't at all what she expected her Heaven to be like, not that she spent much time thinking about it, but on the rare chance that she had she'd always assumed it would include her family. Maybe even an alternate version of her life where she'd had her daughter. As the thought crossed her mind she had another look around her hoping that something would change, that she'd get some sign as to why she was in this place all alone. When nothing came she sighed and continued to swing softly back and forth thinking that maybe this was what she was meant to do for the rest of eternity.


"Why do I feel like we've done this before?" Dean turned his head to look at his brother, the pair sitting at one of the tables in the library with books surrounding them and a sense of emptiness and dread filling the air around them.

Sam closed his eyes tightly as he set his book down. They had been pouring over information in the library for days and it was starting to wear on him. His eyes ached from reading nonstop and his head hurt from lack of sleep and stress. "Uh… because we have. About three weeks ago when she was hiding at the Roadhouse."

The elder Winchester nodded, the amount of time that had passed between his daughter running off and then suddenly reappearing when the threat of Lucifer and Michael was upon them just to come crashing down in her death hadn't been that long. They had barely been able to process through the pain of her last disappearance before she was taken from them and it was clear that due to it they were all functioning in some state of shock. It wasn't that they were numb to Ana being dead, it's that none of it really seemed real now that her body was gone, removing any chance for them to mourn. Almost as if the time they had been reunited and the fought with the devil and Michael had all been some weird, drug induced group dream. For them at least.

Connor was definitely the most aware of the difference between what they had been going through weeks before and what they were going through now. The connection that had been completely accessible to Ana while she had been away from them was severed now. To say that he had no idea how to function without it, without her, was an understatement. Though she had been gone now for close to a full week he hadn't done anything since they came back from the battlefield to find her body missing. While Dean and Sam poured over books, Gabe and Cas searched the world for either her soul or her body, and Charlie moved on from the place, he'd kept himself locked inside her room. How could he even pretend to live any longer when she was gone?


Time was a fickle thing or maybe it wasn't. Who was he to tell really? Though he had helped create the concept that didn't mean that he succumbed to the constrictions of it. That was actually one of the best things about being God, he could watch time pass in the blink of an eye and still be fully aware of the most important things that had occured. Not that he would do something like that now, not while his favorite people were going through so much. As he considered it longer it was clear that this was why he had started writing when he took on the persona of Chuck, because he was more involved with his favorite creations while he was doing it. Now, however, now was the time to pull back and keep himself out of the thick of it for a while and just watch how things played out. He was pretty sure he knew what was going to happen, though the Winchesters always threw him through a loop he had a nagging feeling that things might not happen the same way they had many times before.


One Month. It had been a full month since Ana had died, since her body had been taken from them and in that time whatever shock had filled the three men remaining in the bunker was long gone. Conner still spent most of his time locked in Ana's room and though he wasn't wallowing any longer, he spent all of his waking moments looking over some of the darkest magic there was record of. Looking for anything to bring his soulmate back. Sam had thrown himself into hunting and was only ever there long enough to find his next case, that was if he returned at all and with the two of them so preoccupied that left the oldest of them dealing with the pain the only way he knew how.

Dean grunted as he rolled over in his bed, his head was pounding and he was sure if he opened his eyes even the tiniest bit that the world would have been spinning. Trying to do what he could to fight back the pain he tried to change his position again and that was when the sound of salvation hit his ears. Tink. Slosh. That was the sound of the whiskey bottle he had fallen asleep with last night before he could finish the whole thing. Wrapping his hand around the glass he fumbled with it until he had it open, pushed himself up only enough to chug what remained before falling back on his pillow. He had been trying to cut back, two bottles a day tops, but last night he couldn't stop himself from opening the third. Sleep hadn't been his friend in the past thirty days and the only way he could turn of his brain by was drinking himself into a blackout, each time just before his eyes would finally close he'd wonder if that's what it felt like when she'd died. No control over how it was happening but knowing that she was slipping away from the world. Maybe that's how he would go too, he was sure if he kept going on like this that his liver would fail, if he kept himself drunk enough until then he wouldn't even feel the pain. Sitting up in a hurry he tried to fight back those thoughts, he couldn't think about dying and leave Sam alone. Not that he was doing anything for his younger brother now. No, Sam was fine hunting and taking care of himself. He really wasn't needed anymore, he could do it, the process would be easy enough and once he'd taken his last drink he'd finally be back with his daughter. He'd finally be with Ana.


It was all the same and she was growing bored. Ana had been waiting on that swing for hours and nothing had changed, nothing had happened, no one had shown up and she wondered if this was some form of punishment. If she was supposed to spend her entire time in death bored out of her mind in a Heaven with only a swing set.

"Not forever."

The voice made her jump, looking to her left she noticed that Chuck now sat in the swing next to her. The suit that he had been wearing the last time they had met had been exchanged for a worn out pair of jeans and a grey t shirt, he almost looked normal if you could forget that he was God.

"Just long enough for me to figure out what I'm going to do with you." He elaborated, his eyes meeting hers.

"Well that's comforting." She grumbled, standing up from the swing and turning so that she was in front of him. "You mean that you don't already have some master plan about what's going to happen next?"

Chuck shrugged, "Of course I have an idea, but the free will thing isn't something I can always predict."

With a roll of her eyes Ana looked down at her bare feet, wiggling her toes in the gentle grass. "You should at least know what to do with me, right? This is your house basically, shouldn't I be in my own Heaven not aware of what's going on and just reliving my happiest memories or what not?"

Looking around he responded with a nod, "That would be true if you're Heaven was ready, but it's not. This place hasn't been used in a while, but I figured it'd make a good halfway point for you."

"What do you mean my Heaven isn't ready? I'm dead, how could it not be?" Her tone was sharp, though she was trying to contain her frustration it was hard to do when God sat in front of you giving not so direct answers about his domain.

"Why would it be? You weren't meant to be here yet-" He stood, taking a step closer to the young woman as she took in that piece of information. "- and I'm not sure if your stay is going to be permanent or not. Things are unclear at this time. I have a plan though, something that's not as empty as this." He looked around the place one more time. "So for the time being, while your Heaven is being set up I've made some arrangements. Let's call it a tour of sorts. What do you say?" He asked, offering his arm to her.

She contemplated that for a long moment. Chuck wasn't sure if she was going to stay dead, which meant that either her family had a plan to bring her back or Chuck himself did, but he wasn't sure if he was going to do it yet or not. Either way she wasn't ready to hang out alone here any longer. "As long as I don't have to spend endless hours alone again I guess I'm in." She looped her arm through his.

"Hours?" Chuck chuckled, "It's been a month."

Just as they left the place a screeched "What?!" was the last sound the empty field would hear for a while.

So it's short! But it's still an update… an update that took a couple of years. Sorry guys, if anyone is still reading this then know that this isn't something I've forgotten. I promise. I've just been working on some original stuff and wasn't really sure where to take this. After Ana's death I wasn't sure how to continue on, much like Dean and Connor, and though I've posted this I'm still not quite sure what's going to happen. I'm not going to promise regular updates or that much will follow this, but I've been re-reading this every time I get stuck with my original pieces and HATE where it's ended. So I'm trying to figure out where this will go next, because I also hate unfinished stories. Please bare with me and wish me luck. Love and appreciate you all.