I started this story for no reason other than, it seemed like a cool concept. Currently, there is a very basic plot outline of the story, which will span at least 20 chapters with updates every two weeks. The Chapter Title is Dream Weaver by REO Speedwagon. This is a story that I care a lot about and want to do a good job doing, but I have only watched partway through season seven as of now. Now the formatting is weird, but the story that is being told is way less detailed than the one that is being written naturally. Now I pumped out like 6k in a week on this, a rather busy week in my life, so if I can keep doing that I will actually be able to finish this.

There will me trigger warnings for individual chapters, there is none in this, except character death but not really because heaven.


"What I want to know is how the hell, Cas, is back," Claire said bluntly taking a drink of her beer, leaning against the wall of the crowded roadhouse.

"It is kind of a long story and very confusing story," Dean said, Charlie on her laptop sitting next to him, Cas was beside Claire having not seen her for a long time.

"When isn't it, with you idjits," Bobby said gruffly, a small smirk on his face.

"Well tell me," Claire said a gleam in her eyes.

"No," Ash said suddenly from behind the bar, startling everyone who had died after Dean.

"What do you have to do with this?" Sam asked confused.

"Like he said it is a long and complicated story," Charlie said looking up from her laptop, her red hair gleaming in the dim bar light.

"That we are never talking about," Dean said sternly, meeting eyes with Ash and Jo across the room, for some reason unknown.

"Don't worry Claire they haven't told me anything either," Sam said turning to glare at his brother.

"I don't think they told anyone," Jody said, eventually putting the clues together.

"Well we have eternity to get the truth out of them," Claire said a grin filling her face and lighting up her eyes.

"No, you won't," Dean said sternly.

"I don't know Dean maybe we should just tell it," Jo said from across the room.

"Babe no offense, but you couldn't tell a good story if your life depended on it," Charlie said closing her laptop, and grinning.

"You wouldn't," Ash said panicking, seeing where this was going. A place that he didn't want it to go.

"Charlie," Dean said shaking his head.

"Dean, it could be fun, I mean it wasn't all bad," Charlie said grinning.

"Fine," Dean said sighing knowing better than to argue with Charlie, who could be very persistent when she wanted to be, which was pretty much all the time.

"Where should I start?" Charlie asked, taking a sip of her beer.

"The beginning," Bobby said shaking his head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ok, it all started with my tragic, heroic, but ultimately untimely death," Charlie said, emphasizing with her hands.


Charlie sat up with a gulp, air reaching her lungs for the first time. Well, not exactly the first time, but the first time in what felt like a long time. She wondered if this was what Harry felt like when he was raised from the dead. She looked around the battlefield a sense of déjà vu filling her.

"Our, freedom!" Dean proclaimed, and they all charged into battle. She just stood there not moving and looked around smiling, happiness filling her soul. Confusion was prominent though, she didn't know why she was here. Why she was reliving this memory, she assumed it was a memory. The possibility of being sent back to this point was also very real.

Since being introduced to the crazy life that involved all things supernatural, she had learned that fact was often way stranger than fiction. She located what looked to be a path of some sort, and followed it. It led her through the woods, it was a straightforward path through no twists or turns. A snap from behind her caught her attention, she turned but saw nothing.

She went towards the direction from which the snap had come from-


"What does this have to do with anything?" Claire asked curiously.

"The epic prologue, all of the best stories have a prologue," Charlie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it could be to her.

"Of course they do, but seriously why go into the woods, that is like the number one thing you don't do, and Charlie how is that one of your best memories?" Dean asked looking at his red-haired friend skeptically.

"It was fun ok, and seriously when have you ever known me to do what I am supposed to do, I made my living as a hacker," Charlie said

"Okay…" Claire said skeptically but wanting to stop this

"Can I continue now," Charlie asked slightly annoyed.

"Yeah," Claire said.

Her feet pounded through the woods as she ran. To where she didn't know, but the thrill of the adventure was something that she craved. There was faint music coming from somewhere in front of her. She couldn't make out the words though but kept heading towards the sound anyway.

Eventually, she slowed to a walk and the music became clearer, what once had been just sound had slowly become words.

Fly me high through the starry skies
Maybe to an astral plane
Cross the highways of fantasy
I've just closed my eyes again

The song was familiar like she had heard it before, but she couldn't place it. It called to her though and she followed it followed the flashes of color that led her onward. She eventually came to a small, plain-looking building, in the middle of the woods. Confusion filled her.

Why was there what looked to be a bar in the middle of the forest in heaven? That didn't make sense, bars were fun, but she couldn't think of any memories that were particularly good involving bars. Bars weren't fun if you went to them by yourself, and whenever she went with Dean her only reliable drinking buddy, it somehow ended up in a bar fight a quarter of the time.


"That is not true," Dean interrupted.

"It was true," Sam said having seen the tail end of their… endeavors more times than he cared to have witnessed.

"To be fair the only people that we beat up were the ones who were harassing, the bartenders or other people," Charlie said shrugging her shoulders and continuing her epic tale.


Anxiety bubbled in the pit of her stomach, she was nervous, every muscle in her body on high alert unsure of what awaited her. She posed in front of the door and weighed the pros and cons. On one hand, she might be entering someone's private heaven, but on the other, she didn't have anything to lose. She couldn't die in heaven. Right?


"You can't die in heaven," Jack confirmed since he was god and all that Jazz.

"Good to know," Dean and Sam said in sync since one had watched the other die too many times.

"I never have to witness hundreds of Tuesdays, ever again," Sam said sighing in relief.

"I can't believe that happen, that it wasn't just fiction," Charlie sighed.

"Charlie can we please forget about the books," Dean begged the redhead.

"Fine," She said continuing, she wouldn't admit that she had read them religiously and might have even wrote fanfiction… before she met them-


Opening the door she stepped into the room, only to have at least two guns pointed at her. She put her hands up in the air in surrender.

"Don't shoot, although I don't think it would do much good," Charlie said grinning.

"Who are you?" A young attractive blond asked her shotgun pointed right in Charlie's face.

"More importantly how did you find us?" a blonde who looked sort of like a knock-off Langly, from the Lone Gunman, in the X-Files, asked.

"My name is Charlie, and I was wandering through the woods, now can you please put the gun down," Charlie asked, she didn't want to find out if things still hurt in heaven. The woman obliged and the gun was no longer aimed at Charlie something that she was grateful for.

"My names Jo, this here is Ash, and my mom Ellen," Jo said gesturing at the respective people. Charlie nodded her head and scanned the bear, there were symbols carved into some of the wood that were familiar and that was when it clicked.

"You're Hunters!"

"We were, not much to hunt up here," Ellen said moving behind the bar.

"I didn't hunt, I just told people where they needed to go to hunt," Ash said looking at the laptop that was emitting some strange noises unlike any she had ever heard before.

"What is that?" Charlie asked her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Enochian, I am fluent," Ash said.

"Cool, I tried to learn but I didn't have enough time," Charlie said honestly.

"When could you have learned, Enochian," Ellen questioned, clearly not believing that she could have had the opportunity to learn it.

"When I was hanging out fixing the tech in a bunker, which was really I gigantic man cave," Charlie said.

"You know the Winchesters," a dark haired woman said from where she was sitting in a corner.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Charlie asked confused.

"Psychic," Pamela said placing her fingers on her forehead.

"Well, any friend of theirs is a friend of mine, you said you were into tech, why don't you come see me set up," Ash said enthusiastically.

"Sounds fun," Charlie said a grin filling her face.


"And that was the beginning of the plot for world domination," Charlie said leaning back, a satisfied smirk across her face.

"What did that story have to do with anything though," Claire asked just wanting to get to the point of how they saved Cas.

"Nothing, except for how we met Charlie," Jo said handing Dean and Charlie both another beer, before taking a sip of her own.

"Can we get to the real story now?" Sam asked desperate to hear what had happened.

"Sure, sure," Charlie said preparing to speak again.

"Wait, my turn," Dean said promptly cutting Charlie off.


Authors Note: Now I know the first chapter is a little short but in the future, chapters are going to be no less than 2k. I don't know about what other people think but I prefer longer chapters. I rewrote the ending a couple of times, trying to make the Ash and Charlie scene sound and feel natural I think I did okay on that. Please comment, I like hearing from people. Is the formatting weird at all like can people understand what is the actual story and the in between bits.

Anyways when we come back in two weeks, Dean dies, but you already knew that so… get prepared for high speeds, and strange reapers.