It's still dark when Jamie quietly shoves open the door to the motel room and walks inside. Sam opens his eyes, rolling over and sitting up. She looks at him and drops her bag down, taking off her jacket and throwing it on top. Sam turns over and goes back to sleep. Jamie undoes her belt and drops it on her bag. There are lots of empty beer cans around the beds. Jamie picks up a half empty liqueur bottle and drinks it. She sets it down and undoes the buttons on her black button down shirt, shucking it off unto the floor. She pulls her hair loose, revealing that it's been cut so that it barely grazes her shoulders and kicks off her boots, curling up in the bed beside Dean whose lying on his stomach.

A few hours later Dean stirs, moving his hand under his pillow. He's startled when he realizes his gun isn't there. He nudges Jamie, and she opens her eyes.

"Looking for this?" A man in a ski mask is standing over them. He's holding a gun on Dean and Jamie. He pops the cartridge out of Dean's handgun and tosses it aside. Jamie sits up and her hands fly to her jeans, only to see that her utility belt with her gun is across the room. Dean turns over, looks at Sam who also has a gun pointed at him.

"Mornin'." Dean mutters.

"Shut up. Hands where I can see 'im." Dean lifts his hands then lifts himself up. Jamie does the same. Dean wraps an arm around Jamie, one hand protectively over her heart. "Oh no. You move away from her. You get up." He gestures at Jamie with the barrel of his gun. Jamie stands up and puts her hands up.

Dean stares at the man. "Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn't it." He grins, looking over at the guy holding the gun on Sam. "Which makes you Walt. Hiya Walt."

Roy and Walt look at each other. Walt removes his mask. "Don't matter." Roy lifts his mask off his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jamie demands.

"Shut up Jamie." Walt tells her.

Dean clenches his jaw. "Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?"

"You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" Walt asks him.

"Who told you that?" Sam asks.

"We ain't the only hunters after you."

Jamie shakes her head, looking at Roy and then down the barrel of his gun. "Come on you guys, Dean and I have both hunted with you two. I saved your life from that Wendigo you pissed off." She gestures to Walt.

"Maybe you shouldn't have." Walt pumps his shotgun. "See you in the next life."

Sam looks freaked out, but tries to remain calm. "Hear me out. I can explain, okay? Please."

After a pause, Walt shoots Sam. Dean and Jamie jump to go to Sam.

Roy shifts to follow Dean's movement. "Stay the hell down."

Walt holds his gun on Jamie. "Stop right there." He looks to Roy. "Shoot 'im."

Roy pauses looking at Walt and back to Dean. "Killin' Sam was right but Dean…"

Jamie looks at Roy. "Dean is the vessel of the archangel Michael. If you shoot him…"

"Shut up!" Walt pumps his shotgun again. "You're next."

Jamie scoffs, looking over her shoulder before turning to him. "I am a prophet of the Lord, if you strike me down the wrath of Heaven will descend-" Walt shoots Jamie. She falls face down on the bed beside Dean. Her eyes open.

"Jamie!" Dean grabs unto her, pulling back and looking at the blood on his hands.

"Shoot 'im, Roy. He made us and we just snuffed his siblings, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester's on your ass, 'cause I don't. Shoot 'im."

Dean, who's been looking at Sam and Jamie's bodies, turns to face Roy. "Go ahead, Roy, do it. But I'm going warn you, when I come back I'm going to be pissed. C'mon! Let's get this show on the road."

"Come on, already." Walt steps forward and shoots Dean.

It's night. Dean is sitting in the Impala, sleeping. He is wearing his leather jacket over a black t-shirt and jeans. Thunder sounds. He wakes up. He gets out of the car, shuts the door. The trunk closes. Dean turns toward the sound. Teenaged Sam is there holding a crate of fireworks. "Sammy?"

"Come on, let's go." Sam walks off.

"Weird dream."

Sam places the fireworks on the ground and pulls out a couple. "Got your lighter?"

Dean checks his pockets and pulls out an old lighter. "Whoa, I haven't seen this in years."

"Fire 'em up."

Dean lights Sam's firework then his own. The go off, shooting red sparks into the sky. Dean smiles. "I remember this! It's Fourth of July, 1996."

The fireworks die. Dean looks down at Sam. Sam looks over at Dean. He's happy. "Dad would never let us do anything like this. Thanks, Dean. This is great." Sam hugs Dean. Dean looks startled then he hugs Sam back. Sam pulls away. The music restarts. Sam lights all the fireworks then runs away. "Fire in the hole!" The fireworks start to explode. Dean and Sam back away. Both of them laugh with joy before Sam goes out to dance under the sparks. "Do you think wherever she is, that Jamie is watching the fireworks too?"

Dean doesn't say anything, he only smiles. Sam nods to Dean acknowledging the special moment. Dean nods back. There is an especially loud explosion, then another, and Dean flashes back to the hotel room and being shot by Walt. Then he's back in the field but Sam and the fireworks are gone.

"Sam?" Dean goes back to the Impala and leans on the roof. The radio comes on, very scratchy.

"Dean!"

Dean leans in the driver's side window. "Cas?"

"Yeah, it's me."

Dean gets back in the car. "You gotta stop poking around in my dreams. I need some me time."

"Listen to me very closely. This isn't a dream."

Dean looks around. "Then what is it?"

"Deep down, you already know."

Dean flashes on Walt shooting Sam, then Jamie, then himself. He sees his own eye, partially shut. His face is blank. He is dead. "I'm dead."

"Condolences."

"Where am I?"

"Heaven."

"Heaven? How did I get to heaven?"

"Please, listen. This spell, this connection, it's difficult to maintain."

"Wait. If I'm in heaven, then where's Sam and Jamie?"

"What do you see?"

"What do you mean 'what do I see'?"

"Some people see a tunnel or a river. What do you see?"

"Nothing. My dash. I'm in my car. I'm on a road."

"Alright. A road. For you it's a road. Follow it, Dean. You'll find Sam and Jamie." The radio is breaking up. "Follow the road." The radio dies.

Dean starts the Impala and drives down the dark highway. The moon is huge and the sky is purple-toned and odd. He sees someone on the side of the road, trying to wave down a car. He pulls up and stops. It's Jamie. She's wearing a black skirt and a white button down top and talking to an older man in the car in front of Dean. "Jamie?"

"Dean? What are you doing here?"

Dean recognizes the older man. "Jefferson?"

"Yeah, weird right? This is the night of my 18th birthday."

Dean realizes something. "Hey I remember that night."

"What?"

"Yeah, we were in a motel in Colorado. I remember Dad got a call from somewhere, he was so mad. He called Jefferson and started yelling."

"What did he say?"

"He said that the way he chooses to raise his kids was none of Jefferson's business, and he didn't give a damn if they were old enough to make their own decisions. And then he made Jefferson promise to…to protect you."

Jamie looks back at Jefferson. "I wanted to come home, but I was so angry with Dad. And I knew he'd be angry with me too. I swore I never wanted to see him again. When I found out Sam left I was happy, it was like revenge, Dad got rid of wrong twin. Sam was the prodigal child, not me. He never let me be the good daughter."

"Jamie."

She turns back at Dean. "So, what's going on, exactly?"

"Just get in."

Jamie gets in the car and they continue to drive. Dean pulls up in front of a nice three-story house, slightly old-fashioned looking. Lights are bright inside it. Dean climbs slowly out of the car. Jamie gets out beside him. They look around but there is nothing but the house.

Inside the house a man is carving turkey. He places a huge piece on Sam's plate. Sam is dressed in a white shirt and tie. "Thank you." Sam tells him.

"So, Sam. I hear you're new to McKinley."

"Um, yes sir. Two weeks."

"Stephanie over here just can't seem to stop talking about you."

"Dad, shut up."

Stephanie smiles at Sam. Sam smiles back nervously. She grabs his thigh and Sam jumps. "Ummm." Sam looks up to see Dean and Jamie walking into the dining room.

"Wow. Just wow." Dean gives him a look, and then looks at Jamie. "And I thought you in the Catholic School girl getup was creepy."

Jamie rolls her eyes. "Dean…"

"Dean? Jamie? What are you doing in my dream?" Dean just makes a face in response. Jamie shakes her head.

The conversation in the dining room continues even though Sam is no longer seated at the table. He is in the living room with Dean and Jamie.

"So, what does your father do for a living?" There is a pause for Sam's response. "Hm. You don't say."

Sam watches this go on. "Heaven."

"Yup."

Sam turns back to Dean. "Okay, how are we in heaven?"

"All that clean living, I guess."

Sam shakes his head. "No, no. Okay. Jamie, of course. You… I get, sure. But me? Maybe you haven't noticed but I've done a few things?"

"You thought you were doing the right thing."

"Last I checked it wasn't the road to heaven that was paved with good intentions."

"Yeah, well, if this is the Skymall it sucks. I mean, where's the triplets and the latex, you know? C'mon, a guy has needs."

Jamie walks over, a book in her hand. "Dean that's disgusting." She tosses the book down and shakes her head. "I would kill to have Bobby's library up here."

Sam looks at Stephanie's family, still eating dinner as if he's there. "You know, when you bite the dust they say your life flashes before your eyes."

"Your point?" Dean asks.

"This house, it's one of my memories."

Dean realizes something. "When I woke up, I woke up in one of my memories. The Fourth of July we burned down that field?"

Jamie nods. "And I did too, the night I left Mercyhurst."

"Maybe that's what heaven is: a place where you relive your greatest hits." Sam grins.

Dean doesn't look as thrilled. "Wait, so… playing footsie with brace-face in there? Then that's a trophy moment for you?"

"Dean, I was eleven years old. This was my first real Thanksgiving."

Dean steps back. "What are you talking about? We had Thanksgiving every year."

"We had a bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch." Dean raises an eyebrow at this.

Jamie shrugs. "It's still more then I had. I got to eat dinner with the nuns, and they…"There is a rumbling noise from outside. Dean, Jamie, and Sam look around.

"I don't remember this."

The lights go out. The family continues eating. The house begins to shake. Jamie steps back. "Hey guys..." They all look at the family.

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. "We should, uh…"

Sam nods. "Definitely." They run to the far corner of the room. Sam stands up beside the window. Jamie ducks behind the couch, Dean throws himself over her. The glass in a picture on the mantle breaks. The family continues eating. A searchlight streams through the window. Dean drops down lower with Jamie. More furniture falls over. More glass breaks. Then the searchlight disappears. The lights come on in the house and Jamie, Sam and Dean leave their hiding places. The family is still eating and talking in the background. Dean sees a radio and goes to it. Jamie and Sam follows. "Okay, what the hell was that?"

Jamie crosses her arms. "Nothing good. I hope it wasn't who I think it was."

"I don't know but we are taking the escalator back downstairs." Dean hits the radio. "Cas!"

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like?"

"Like you've lost your mind."

Dean gives him an exasperated look. "Cas talked to me before using this phone-home radio thing, so I— Cas!"

Jamie is shaking her head, watching them. "Boys…" They turn and look at her. She throws her head back. "CASTIEL!" The TV behind them starts to flicker.

"I can hear you." Dean, Jamie, and Sam move over to the TV. They can see Castiel but the picture rolls and is filled with static. His voice fades in and out and is sometimes distorted.

"Cas. Hey! So I, uh, I found them but, but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light."

"Don't go into the light."

Dean snickers. "Okay. Thanks, Carol Ann. What was it?"

"Not what: whom. Zachariah. He's searching for you."

Jamie sighs. "I knew it." She walks away from them and looks into the kitchen.

Sam glances at her and then at Cas. "And if he finds us?"

"You can't say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you're dead so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies."

"Great! Problem solved."

"No. You don't understand. You, hm. You're behind the Wall. This is a rare opportunity."

Dean looks at the tv. "For what?"

"You need to find an angel. His name is Joshua."

"Hey, man, no offense but we are kind of ass full of angels, okay. You find him."

"He can't." Dean and Sam look over at Jamie whose is walking back towards them.

"I can't return to heaven."

"So what's so important about Joshua?" Sam asks.

"The rumour is; he talks to God."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "And, so?"

Jamie uncrosses her arms and looks at Dean. "So? Cas just said he talks to God!"

"You think maybe—just maybe—we should find out what the hell God has been saying?"

"Jeez. Touchy."

"Please. I just need you to follow the road."

"What road?"

Jamie's eyes widen. "The Axis Mundi? Is that what it is, Cas?"

"Yes."

Dean looks at his sister. "What's the-

"The Axis Mundi? It's a path that runs through heaven." Jamie explains.

"Different people see it as different things. For you, it's two-lane asphalt. The road will lead you to the Garden. You'll find Joshua there. And Joshua… can take us to God." The pictures starts to break up badly. "The Garden. Quick. Hurry."

The TV dies. Sam takes a deep breath. They turn to each other. "So... What do you think?"

"Where's the Impala?" Jamie turns around and goes towards the door.

"Okay. Dean?"

"I think we hit the yellow bricks; find this Joshua cat."

Sam looks surprised. "What, really?"

"What? You don't?"

"No, uh. I'm just surprised you do. Last time I checked you wanted to break God's nose, now you think he can help?"

"He's the only one who can. I mean, come on, Sam. We are royally boned. So prayer? The last hope of a desperate man."

Dean opens the front door followed closely by Sam. Jamie is standing on the porch. They stop next to Jamie and, look around. There's nothing but forest where the road used to be.

"Wasn't there a street out here?" Sam asks.

"There was." Jamie mutters.

They walk back into the hallway. Dean starts looking around.

"Dean. What are you doing?"

"Looking for a road."

Sam puts his hands on his hips. "You…" Dean opens the closet under the stairs. "You think the road is in a closet?"

Jamie shrugs. "It's worth a shot."

Dean turns on a light. "We're in heaven, Sam, okay? I mean, our memories are coming true. Cas is on TV. Finding a road in a closet would be pretty much the most…" he sees something on the floor. "normal thing to happen to us today. There is a small Hot Wheels set on the floor. Dean makes a face and bends down to it.

"What?"

Dean picks up a blue car. "I used to have one of these… when I was a kid."

Jamie watches him. "Wait a minute…" Dean puts the car on the track and sets it in motion.

When Jamie looks up again, Dean's position has changed. He is now wearing sneakers with one shoelace untied, and a T-shirt and a flannel button-up. The leather jacket is gone. Sam is back in his normal hunter clothes: jeans, red button up shirt, green utility jacket. Jamie is back in jeans and is wearing her black utility jacket.

"That was the road?" Sam looks at his sister. Jamie nods.

"Yes."

"I guess." Dean looks around and we see that they are in a room suitable for a young boy. They stand up. "Kind of trippy, right?"

"Yeah." Sam looks at Dean's shirt. "More trippy. Um. Apparently, you 'wuv hugs'."

Jamie grins. "Aww, Deanie…"

Dean covers his T-shirt. "Shut up."

Sam and Jamie laugh. They look around until Dean realizes something. "Wait a minute. I know where we are."

"Where?"

"We're home." Jamie says.

"Dean…" Dean, Jamie, and Sam turn to the doorway. Mary appears, looking young and pretty in a tight, white dress. "Hey, Dean. You hungry?" She looks beautiful and neither of the boys nor Jamie knows what to do.

Dean is sitting at the kitchen table. Mary is pouring him a glass of milk. He has a sandwich in front of him. He smiles at her. She looks at him. "You want the crust cut off?"

"Yeah. I'd love that."

"Mom?" There's no response. Dean looks at Sam then at Mary. She looks at him but not at Sam.

"Mom." Jamie tries. Again there is no response.

"I guess this is not your memory, guys. Sorry." Dean tells them.

"Dean, uh. We should… go." Sam says.

Jamie nods. "We have to keep looking for the road."

"Just… just give me a minute, okay?"

"Dean…"

"Sam. Please. One minute."

Sam looks at Jamie who sighs. "Let him have it."

Sam nods reluctantly. Mary ruffles Dean's hair as she moves away from the table. The phone rings and Dean turns to watch her answer it. "Hello? … No, John. … We're not having this conversation again. … Think about what? … You've two boys and a daughter at home. …"

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. "I remember this. Mom and Dad were fighting and then he moved out for a couple days."

Sam looks surprised. "Dad always said they had the perfect marriage."

"Did he?" Jamie sounds unimpressed.

"It wasn't perfect until after she died." Dean says gravely.

"Fine. Then don't. … There's nothing more to talk about." Mary hangs up the phone and turns away from the table. She sniffs as if she's fighting back tears.

Sam watches. "What happens next?"

Dean goes to her and hugs her. "It's okay, Mom. Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I'll never leave you."

Sam looks enlightened. Jamie starts crying. Sam puts his arm around her. Mary and Dean break apart. She cups his cheek in her hands. "You are my little angel." She smiles. "How 'bout some pie? Okay." She moves away to get the pie and Dean goes to where Sam and Jamie are waiting. Sam shakes his head sadly.

"What?"

"I just never realized how long you've been cleaning up Dad's messes."

Dean frowns. "Whatever."

Jamie moves away. "Let's keep moving."

They search the house. Opening cupboards and drawers. Sam finds a postcard that says Route 66. Dean and Jamie walk over to see what he's found. "I've seen this somewhere before."

"Where?"

Suddenly there is a wall covered with postcards all from along Route 66. Dean steps in front of them and he's wearing adult clothes again, although he's got on his blue utility jacket and not the leather one. Sam's clothes have changed as well: plaid shirt, slightly different coat. Jamie is wearing her leather jacket and she has a long sleeve shirt instead of a tank top on underneath, and her jeans are grey. They're in a trailer, and there's garbage, beer and pizza on the table by the couch.

"Where are we?" Dean asks.

Jamie looks around. "What is this dump?"

"No way." A golden retriever enters the room. Sam bends down excitedly. "Bones! Hey, c'mere! C'mere!" Dean looks on as the dog licks Sam's face. "Hey, hey, hey, hey…"

"Bones?"

Dean and Jamie look at each other. "Bones, really?"

"Yeah. Bones was my dog. Hey." Sam stands up and goes to a cheap coffee table. He opens up a pizza box.

"Your… your dog?"

"Yeah." Sam sits on the couch, pulling pizza out of the box. Bones is right beside him, tail wagging. Dean is looking around, not happy.

"Is this Flagstaff?"

Sam looks happy. "Yeah." He pets Bones. "Hey, boy."

"This is a good memory for you?"

Jamie looks at Sam and then turns to Dean. "What happen in Flagstaff?"

Sam laughs. "Yeah. I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb." He feeds Bones some of his pizza.

Dean is unimpressed. "Wow."

"What?"

"Well, you don't remember, do you? You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when Dad came home…" Dean cringes.

"He run away on you?" Jamie watches Dean and then turns to her twin. "Sam!"

Sam looks guilty. Dean looks upset before he turns away. Jamie crosses her arms and shakes her head.

"Dean, look, I'm sorry. I never thought about it like that."

"Forget it. Let's roll." Dean strides out of the room with Jamie, leaving Sam behind. He gives Bones a final treat before standing up to follow Dean. Bones follows him so he bends down to give the dog a last pet.

"Stay. Bones-y, stay." He walks out the door.

Dean, Jamie and Sam walk into the living room of an apartment furnished with black leather and red curtains. Dean and Sam look at each other. Only Jamie's clothes have changed. She's wearing a black skirt, mesh leggings, and a black tank top under her leather jacket. Jamie walks into the middle of the room and picks up a book off the coffee table.

" Jamie? Is this your memory?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. This is my apartment. Mine and…well…I spent hours on this couch making salt rounds, reading Latin, prepping for hunts." She gestures to the book. "This is one of the earliest books on demon possession every written. "

Sam walks over to look at the book. "Really?"

"Yeah. I started renting this place after I left school. I was finally free here. I came and went as I pleased. I could finally live in the life, ya know?" She gets a book off the shelf and shows Sam the knife hidden in the middle of it. "I had everything hidden all over this place."

Dean picks up a picture frame from the table. It's Jamie and a younger looking Andrew. "You and Andrew?"

Jamie goes over and takes the picture frame. "Yeah. This was taken after our first hunt together. "

"Jace?" The door opens and Andrew walks in. "There you are."

"AJ! " She goes over and hugs him. He hugs her back.

"Hey. Relax, I didn't get beat up that badly. "

"Bad enough. You scared the hell out of me."

Sam turns to Dean. "Oh no. I know that look."

"What look?"

"The look he's giving her."

Andrew takes a box out of his pocket. "Hey Jamie, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"I know now isn't the best time, with your brother and everything, but…" Andrew gets down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh no. " Jamie moves back to Sam and Dean.

Dean looks at her. "You never told me he proposed to you."

"Did you say yes?" Sam asks.

Jamie nods. "Not that it mattered. He died the next day. And then Dean went to hell."

Dean, Jamie, and Sam walk out of the apartment. Where they had walked into daylight, it's now night. They meet in the middle of the street across from an old house with a wrap-around porch. When they turn to look at the place they'd just left, it's gone. Jamie is back in jeans and her utility jacket. Sam obviously remembers where they are. It takes Dean a moment but he also figures it out. Jamie looks confused.

"Whose memory is this?"

"No idea." Sam says, though he's obviously lying. He sniffs. "Alright, come on. Guys… Road. God. Remember?"

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This?" Dean looks at Sam accusingly. "This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it? This is your idea of heaven? Wow." He laughs painfully. "This was one of the worst nights of my life."

Jamie frowns. "Guys…"

"I can't control this stuff."

Dean, who had turned away, turns back to face Sam. "Seriously? I mean this is a happy memory for you?"

Sam shrugs. "I don't know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad."

Dean turns away."Yeah, he wasn't the only one you got away from."

Jamie shakes her head, also turning away. "Dad got rid of the wrong kid."

"Jamie, it's not like that." He looks at her and then at Dean. "Dean, I'm sorry. I just, uh…"

"I know. You didn't, you didn't think of it like that."

"Dean!"

"Boys."

"C'mon! Your heaven is somebody else's Thanksgiving. Okay. It's bailing on your family. What do you want me to say?"

"Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB & J. I just don't look at family the way you do. Jamie doesn't either. Dad abandoned her, she barely remembers us until a few years ago."

"Yeah, but I'm family…"

"I know…"

"Me too…"

"I mean, we're supposed to be a team. It's supposed to be the three of us against the world, right?"

"Dean, it is!"

"Yes."

Dean pauses. "Is it?"

Sam looks devastated but before he can answer a searchlight hits them. They look up. "Oh God." Jamie mutters.

They start running toward the trees at the side of the road. "Go! Go!" He pushes his siblings in front of him.

They run through the darkened woods eventually jumping over a log and hiding behind it. They are breathing hard. A man is walking after them, in nice, shiny dress shoes. It is Zachariah. "Wow. Running from angels. On foot. In heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that I'm surprised you haven't stopped the Apocalypse already." Zachariah snaps his fingers and it's daytime. "Guys. What's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that's all." Sam Jamie and Dean peek over the log. Zachariah is standing a few yards away with his back to them. "I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You're on my turf now. And by the time I through with you, you're going to be begging to say yes." Dean Jamie and Sam take off running. Zachariah turns and sees them. He smiles. Dean Jamie and Sam are running flat out. They stop abruptly because Zachariah is in front of them. "Guys, c'mon. You can run but you can't run."

Dean Jamie and Sam turn around and run back the way they came. "Jamie, can you angel proof in heaven?" Sam asks.

Jamie looks at him as she runs. "What do you want me to do, draw a sigil on a tree with spit?"

This time they come to a halt when confronted by a slim figure in a colourful mask and a gold cape. The figure lifts one finger to his mouth to indicate they should be silent. "Shh." He waves them forward. "Hurry! This way." He leads them to a small wooden shack. He scribbles some symbols on the rusted door then opens it and runs inside. Dean Jamie and Sam follow.

"Wait. Who are you?" Sam asks.

The room is much bigger than it should be. Even though it's dim, tables and chairs are visible in the light from windows on the far side. The figure pulls of his mask and his cape. "Buenos dias, bitches."

"Ash?" Dean asks.

Jamie looks excited. "No way."

Ash claps his hands twice and the lights come on. He spreads out his arms. "Welcome to my blue heaven." Dean looks around stunned. Sam smiles. Jamie crosses her arms. They're in Ellen's Roadhouse.

Music plays on the jukebox. Dean continues to look around. "Good God, the Roadhouse. It even smells the same."

Ash pickes up his cape and mask. "Bud, blood and beer nuts. It's the best smell in the world." He walks behind the bar and snaps his fingers. "How 'bout a cold one? Up here? No hang-over."

Dean Jamie and Sam sit on the bar stools. "So… no offense…" Sam begins.

"How did a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this? I've been saved, man. I was my congregation's number one snake handler."

Sam smiles. "And you said this was your heaven?"

"Yup! My own… personal…" Ash shotguns his beer while the Winchesters watch. He burps.

"And when the angels jumped us? We were…"

"In your heaven."

"So there're two heavens?"

Jamie shakes her head. "No."

"No. More like a hundred billion. So, no worries, it'll take those angels boys a minute to catch up."

Dean is completely confused. "What?"

"See, you gotta stop thinking of heaven as one place. It's more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism."

Dean and Sam still look confused. Jamie smirks.

"Disneyland?" Sam asks.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah. See you got Winchesterland." He holds up his hands to indicate the bar. "Ashland." He points all around outside the bar. "A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together: heaven. Right? At the centre of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden."

Dean nods, finally understanding. "So everybody gets a little slice of paradise."

"Pretty much. A few people share—special cases. What not."

"What do you mean 'special'?"

"Aw, you know. Like, uh, soul-mates." Silence greets his statement. Dean and Sam don't look at each other. Jamie shakes her head and puts her face in her hands. "Anyway. Most people can't leave their own private Idaho's."

Dean smirks. "But you ain't most people."

"Nope. They ain't got my skills. Jamie you, being a prophetess, can go where you please."

"Prophetess in exile."

"Doesn't matter. You still got the magic go juice in ya somewhere. Anyway, that's why you could move yourself and your brothers through your heaven and theirs. See, you got your own little private spot in heaven. It's only these two who share."

"Wait, I moved us?"

"Yup. Hell, I've been all over. Johnny Cash. André the Giant." He turns to Sam. "Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian. Hell, the other day? I found Mallanāga Vātsyāyana."

"Who?"

"He wrote the Kama Sutra." Ash looks at Jamie. "Huh, Jamie, that boy's heaven? Ah, sweaty. Confusing."

"Spare me."

Dean looks impressed. "All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table."

"Yeah. Now that I'm dead, I'm living, man, a whole lot more."

"So how'd you find us?" Sam asks. Dean and Jamie lean in, interested.

"I rigged up my very own," He pulls a laptop from under the bar. "holy-rolling police scanner." He hits the power button and it starts up, displaying a mess of sound graphs and making an annoying piercing sound, at least to Sam and Dean. Jamie mutters actual words. "That's angels."

"That's Enochian." Jamie says without missing a beat.

"Yup, I'm fluent." He turns it off and puts in back under the counter. "I heard that you were up. Of course I had to come find you. Again."

Dean looks surprised. "Again?"

"This ain't the first time here. I mean, you guys die more than anyone I've ever met."

Dean is even more surprised. "Really."

"Don't sound so shocked. Our line of work." Jamie drinks her beer.

"Ah, yeah… you don't remember. God! Angels. Must've Windexed your brain."

"So, uh. I mean, have you found anybody else? Ellen and Jo?"

Ash is taken aback. "Ellen and Jo are dead?"

Dean looks upset and doesn't answer. Ash looks to Sam. Sam looks guilty and sad. He turns to Jamie. "Long story. It's been a couple months now. I'm sorry. "

Ash takes a minute to compose himself. "Um, hmm. Uh, they went down fighting?"

Sam nods. "Yeah. 'Til the end."

"Yeah, a lot of good it did." Dean says bitterly.

Jamie looks at him and then looks at Ash. "So, how about our parents? Have found them?"

"I've been looking all over for John Winchester, Mary too, but so far: nada. I'm sorry. But hey! There is somebody that wants to jaw with you. Hold up." Ash leaves the bar and goes into the back room that used to be his. There are symbols on it like the ones he chalked onto the door of the shack. It only takes moments before he's returning with Pamela Barnes. Dean, Jamie, and Sam look happily surprised. She looks happy, and takes off her sunglasses, revealing that she has her eyes back.

"Pamela!"

"Nice to see you boys again."

Ash fake shivers. "Ooo. Oh and Jamie." He points across the room. There's a man in his late twenties dressed in jeans, a dark t-shirt, and a brown utility jacket, standing there. He has blonde hair cut in a short faux hawk and clear blue eyes. Around his neck is an iron clad crucifix.

"AJ." Jamie whispers. "AJ!" She runs over and hugs him. "AJ, I am so so sorry for everything."

Andrew wraps his arms around her. "Shh. Shh. It's okay. I never left you, Jace. I've been watching out for you." He pulls her back and smiles, looking into her eyes.

Jamie shakes her head, trying not to cry. "I wish it was different. I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop her. I wasn't strong enough."

He grips her shoulder. "Jamie, when I asked you to marry me I told you to only say yes if you promised to remain true to yourself." They kiss. "I love you."

Sam, and Ash are sitting at the bar. Ash is working the laptop. "So this is how you get around up here?" Sam asks.

"Hm, more or less. It's awesome to finally have an application—a practical application—for string theory."

Jamie comes over with Andrew. "You never cease to amaze me." She tells Ash.

Dean and Pamela sitting at one of the tables in the raised section. "So!"

"So." Pamela reaches over and swats him lightly on the head. "That's for getting me killed."

"Yeah. That's… probably less than I deserve. Makes you feel any better we got Ash and AJ killed too."

At the bar, Andrew nods, his arms around Jamie. "It's alright, Dean. It wasn't your fault. It was Lilith." He looks down at Jamie, and squeezes her.

Ash raises his hand in a rock salute. "I'm cool with it." He snaps his fingers.

"He's cool with it. So you… you good?"

"I'm good. Really. Remember my death scene? Gut shot. Coughing blood. You told me I was going someplace better."

"I was lying." Dean shoots back.

"You were right! My heaven? It is one long show at the Meadowlands. It's amazing! You should see it."

He nods his head. "Yeah."

"You don't believe me."

"No, I do, it's just, you know. Spending eternity trapped in your own little universe while the angels run the show, that's lonely. You know. That's not Nirvana. That's the Matrix."

"I don't know. Attic's still better than the basement."

"Yeah, but…" He holds his hand out. "You know this place feels real, but it's Memorex. Real is down there."

"Yeah, well, close enough. Look, Dean, I'm happy. I'm at peace."

"What? Are you trying to sell me a time share? I mean, what's with the pitch?"

She chuckles. "I know that Michael wants to take you out for a test drive."

"Pamela…"

"Just saying. What happens if you play ball with them? Worst case."

"People die." Jamie says from the bar.

"A lot of people die." Dean echoes.

"And then they come here. Is that really so bad? Look. Maybe… you don't have to fight it so hard. That's all I'm trying to say."

Sam Jamie Andrew and Ash turn on their seats, stopping whatever Dean might have said in reply. "Dean." Jamie says to get his attention.

"Found a short cut to the Garden." Sam says as he gets up.

Ash gives them a thumbs up. Pamela returns it. "Oh yeah." Underneath a 'Come In We're Open' sign, Ash draws another sigil-formula. "All Access Pass to the Magic Kingdom."

Dean is standing behind him, watching. "Good." Ash turns to look at him. "Not good?"

"That Zachary fella's going to be watching every road to the Garden."

Andrew walks up and stands next to him. He's holding Jamie's hand. "It won't be easy for you."

Jamie nods. "We're gonna have to be our guard at all times. His power is unmatched here."

Behind Dean and Jamie, Pamela is engulfed in Sam's hug. "Watch your ass." Sam nods and leaves. She turns to Jamie. "You look after these two. Keep them safe." She hugs her and then turns to Dean. "And Dean." Dean reaches out for his hug but Pamela has other ideas. She pulls his head down for a kiss. The first one's short. The second one's longer. "Yup. Just how I imagined." Pamela taps his cheek and chuckles. Eventually, Dean turns back to where Ash is finishing his formula. Ash stands up.

"Ah, gentlemen. I don't mean to be a downer or anything but… I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

Dean glances back at Pamela and winks. She smiles back. He turns back to Ash. "Well, keep a sixer on ice for us."

Ash nods. "Yeah."

Andrew grabs unto Jamie and pulls her in for a kiss. They share a long kiss, and he slides something on her finger. "Tell Castiel I'm rooting for him. And that I'm okay with this." He holds her with one hand over her stomach.

"You're okay with what?" She asks, looking up at him.

"You'll see." He pulls her in for one last hug and then looked towards Dean and Sam. "Deuce, Sammy, you keep Jace out of trouble. Good luck, guys."

Ash opens the door and they walk through, Sam first, Jamie second, Dean third. They walk into the house in Lawrence. It's dark, empty and kind of spooky. A train's whistle can be heard in the background. "Guys…" Jamie walks forward, her face twisted in horror.

Dean looks around. "What the… Why we back home?"

"I don't know. So what are we going to do?"

"Keep looking for the road again, I guess."

"Dean." Jamie points. Behind Dean, Mary appears. She's in her nightgown, the same one she was wearing the night she was killed.

"What?" He turns and sees Mary.

"Honey. Why are you up?"

'Look. I'm-I'm sorry. I love you but you're not real and we don't have time—"

"Did you have another nightmare? Tell me."

"I gotta go."

"Then how 'bout I tell you my nightmare, Dean? The night I burned." As they watch, blood appears on the nightgown above Mary's stomach. Jamie reaches forward to grab Dean's arm and back to grab Sam's.

Dean is shaky. "Jamie, Sammy, let's get out of here."

"Don't you walk away from me." Dean stops. "I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. Look what it got me." She blinks and her eyes turn yellow. Mary is staring at Dean with her yellow eyes. Dean is frozen in place.

"Dean."

"Dean."

Dean finally turns to Sam and Jamie. He looks devastated. Then the lights in the house change color, taking on an unhealthy green hue. The room changes around them; the doors are gone. Mary blinks and her eyes are her own again. "The worst was the smell. The pain, well. What can you say about your skin bubbling off? But the smell was so… You know, for a second I thought I'd left a pot roast burning in the oven. But… it was my meat." Dean moves away from Mary, going to the wall to investigate where the doorway used to be. It's bricked over. "And then, finally, I was dead. The one silver lining was that at least I was away from you." She takes a big breath. "Everybody leaves you, Dean. You noticed? Mommy. Jamie. Daddy. Even Sam."

"Dean, don't listen to her. It's not really Mom." Jamie says, stepping forward. Sam looks very upset at her words but he doesn't say anything. He pulls Jamie back a step.

"You ever ask yourself why? Maybe it's not them. Maybe, it's you." She chuckles.

Jamie turns to Sam. "It's Zachariah."

Sam's eyes widen. "He's here. You can you see him?"

"Yeah."

Sam nods. "Do it."

Sam lets go of her hand. She spreads her arms out and tilts her head back. "Zachariah, ostende te in nomine Deus!"

"Easy now, kitten." Zachariah walks in behind Mary while she smiles in evil glee.

"Bastard." Jamie sneers putting her arms down. Sam moves in front of her.

"You are good." Zachariah tells her.

"You did this." Sam says, accusingly.

"And I'm just getting started. I mean, guys. Did you really think you could just sneak past me into Mission Control?"

"You son of a bitch." Sam sneers. Very large angel goons appear behind Jamie Sam and Dean, holding them easily in place.

"You know, I'd say the same thing about you, Sam but I have actually grown quite fond of your mother. Or at least the Blessed Memory of her."

Jamie turns away and looks over her shoulder at the angel holding her. "I am a prophet of the Lord, you will unhand me!"

"Do not harm the prophet…Unless you want Michael to come down." Zachariah snickers and moves Mary's hair then bends down and kisses her neck. Dean has to look away. Jamie struggles. "I think we're going to be logging a lot of quality time together. I've discovered she's quite the.. MILF."

"You can gloat all you want, you dick, you're still bald." Dean says.

"In heaven, I have six wings and four faces, one of whom is a lion. You see this because you're…" Zachariah breaks off to run his fingers down Mary's arm. It's Sam who can't watch this time. "limited."

Jamie struggles against the angel holding her. "I see you, Zachariah, you will not prevail against me."

"You are exiled, Jamie. You know longer have his favor. You are just as weak as your brothers." Zachariah snaps his fingers and the image of Mary disappears. "Let's brass tack this, shall we?"

"You gonna ball-gag us until we say yes? Huh, yeah, I've heard that one too." Zachariah steps up to Dean and slams his fist in Dean's stomach. Dean folds over with a pained groan.

"Dean!" Jamie struggles. "Son of bitch. Castiel! Castiel! In nomine Deus accerso te! Castiel, exaudi vocem meam. In sunt lucem ego tibi præcipio!" She yells looking up toward the sky.

"Castiel cannot help you, Jamie. You can cry for him all you want. I'm going to do a lot more than that to your brother. I've cleared my schedule. Get him up." Zachariah punches Dean again. Sam struggles against the angel holding him. Jamie raises her eyes upward.

"Loquitur Deus, exaudi vocem meam audi clamorem…" She mouths so that Zachariah cannot hear her.

"Let me tell you something. I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month, every month, forever. I would walk these halls and people would AVERT THEIR EYES!" The house rumbles and shakes. Sam swallows hard. "I HAD ''RESPECT''! And then they assigned me you. Now look at me." He chuckles unhappily. "I can't close the deal on a couple of flannel-wearing maggots? Everybody's laughing at me… and they're right to do it. So! Say yes, don't say yes; I'm still going to take it out of your asses. It's personal now, Winchesters, and the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me. And I'll tell you why. Lucifer may be strong, but I'm… ''petty''. I'm going to be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity." Jamie sneers.

"Excuse me. Sir?" Zachariah turns to face the newcomer. A slight, older, black man.

"I'm in a meeting." He gestures to the Winchesters.

"I'm sorry. I need to speak to those three."

"Excuse me?"

"It's a bad time, I know, but I'm afraid I have to insist."

"You don't get to insist jack-squat."

The newcomer doesn't back down, just stares at Zachariah. It seems to unnerve him. "No, you're right. But the boss does. His orders."

"You're lying."

"I wouldn't lie about this. Look, fire me if you want. Sooner or later, he's going to come back home and you know how he is with that whole wrath thing."

Zachariah looks at Dean Jamie and Sam. He looks back at Joshua but Joshua doesn't back down. There's the fluttering of wings and Zachariah and his goons have disappeared. "Joshua. Pax cum vobis." Jamie says.

"Et cum spiritus tua." Jamie kneels down. Dean and Sam move closer to her, staring at the new angel. Jamie gets up.

They are no longer in the house with its creepy green lighting. They are in a verdant, green garden—a conservatory. They are surrounded with the sounds of a forest. They walk down stone steps, approaching Joshua. "This is heaven's Garden?" Sam asks.

"Indeed it is." Jamie looks around.

"It's-it's nice… ish. I guess." Dean says as they follow Joshua.

"You see what you want to here. For some it's God's throne room; for others it's Eden. For Jamie as a prophet it's all of the above. You two, I believe it's the Cleveland Botanical Gardens. You came here on a field trip."

Sam nods in acceptance and remembrance. "So you're Joshua."

He nods. "I'm Joshua."

"So, you talk to God."

"Mostly, He talks to me."

"Well, we need to speak to Him. It's important."

"Where is he?" Dean interrupts.

"On Earth."

"Doing what?"

"I don't know."

Dean and Sam look at each other. "Do you know where on Earth?"

"No, sorry. We don't exactly speak face-to-face."

"No." Jamie mutters, closing her eyes as she turns away.

Dean glances towards his sister and then at Joshua. "I… I don't get it. God's not talking to nobody so…"

"Why's he talking to me. I sometimes think it's because I can sympathize—gardener to gardener—and, between us, I think he gets lonely."

Dean is disgusted. "Well, my heart's breaking for him."

"Well, can you at least get him a message for us?" Sam asks, interrupting Dean.

"Actually, he has a message for you. Back off."

"What?"

"He knows already. Everything you want to tell him."

Jamie glances at her brothers. "What about me? I thought cut myself off from Heaven, but…"

Joshua looks at her. "You are not Michael's prophetess, or Zachariah's or anyone else's save God's. A prophetess of the Lord, not the angels. They may no longer speak to you, but you retain the gift as long as you do not fall. How else would you be able to summon angels at your bidding?"

Dean shakes his head. "Okay. But…"

"He knows what the angels are doing, Dean. He knows that the Apocalypse has begun. He just doesn't think it's his problem."

This stuns Dean. "Not his problem?"

"God saved you already. He put you on that plane. He awakened your gift." He looks at Jamie. "He brought back Castiel. He granted you Salvation in heaven" he turns to face Sam directly "and after everything you've done too. It's more than he's intervened in a long time. He's finished. Magic amulet or not, you won't be able to find him."

Dean steps forward. "But he can stop it. He can stop all of it."

"I suppose he could but he won't."

"Why not?"

Jamie sighs. "Because it's not his will." She whispers.

"Why does he allow evil in the first place. You could drive yourself nuts asking questions like that."

"So he's just going to sit back and watch the world burn?"

" I know how important this was to you, Dean. I'm sorry."

Dean is starting to get emotional. Sam and Jamie notice. Jamie moves closer to him. "Forget it. Just another dead-beat dad with a bunch of excuses, right. I'm used to that. I'll muddle through."

"Except… you don't know if you can, this time. You can't kill the Devil, and you're losing faith, in yourself, your brother, your sister, and now this?" Jamie and Sam look at Dean. They're realizing just how desperate and depressed Dean really is. Jamie wraps her arms around Dean's arm. "God was your last hope. I just… I wish I could tell you something different."

"How do we know you're telling the truth." Sam asks, concerned.

"You think that I would lie?"

"It's just that… you're not exactly the first angel we've met."

"He's not lying." Jamie rests her head on Dean's shoulder.

"I'm rooting for you Winchesters! I wish I could do more to help you, I do! But, I just trim the hedges."

"So what now?" Dean asks.

"You go home again. I'm afraid this time, won't be like the last. This time, God wants you" he lifts a hand " to remember."

There's a whooshing sound and a bright light, it blinds them. The sound of a tractor-trailer accelerating is heard. Dean Jamie and Sam are lying on their beds, lifeless. The whooshing sound is heard and Sam's eyes open. He sucks in a huge breath and sits up in shock. He pants. The whooshing is heard again and Jamie pushes herself up. She touches her stomach and looks at the blood. A third time it's heard and Dean sits up on his bed. He coughs and looks down at his chest.

Sam turns over and stares at his siblings. "You two alright?" He looks down at the blood on his torso.

Dean glances at him. "Define alright."

"They ruined my favorite shirt." Jamie mutters.

Dean reaches over and picks up his cell phone. He stands up as he dials and Jamie and Sam see his back is covered in blood from the exit wounds.

Castiel, looking lost and without hope, leans against the divider while Dean Jamie and Sam pack up their gear in the background. Sam turns to Jamie. "Are you leaving or coming with us?"

"I'm coming with you."

"About damn time." Sam chuckles. Jamie scoffs.

"Maybe… maybe Joshua was lying." Castiel says. The Winchesters look at him. Dean already has on his jacket; his bag is packed. Jamie puts her leather jacket on and shakes her head.

"I don't think he was, Cas. I'm sorry." Sam sighs.

Dean watches as Castiel moves into the entryway. Castiel looks up. "You son of a bitch. I believed in…"Dean looks as if he wants to approach Castiel. He puts his arm over Jamie's shoulders instead. Castiel searches above for any sign, anything… There is nothing. He turns back to the Winchesters, looking at Dean. He pulls the amulet from his pocket. "I don't need this anymore." He tosses it to Dean who shakes it out. "It's worthless."

"Cas." Jamie steps towards him. Castiel turns away.

"Cas. Wait." The sound of wings is heard and Castiel is gone. Sam tosses his jacket on the bed angrily. Dean hasn't looked up from the amulet in his hands. "We'll find another way. We can still stop all this Dean."

Dean finally looks up. "How?"

"I don't know, but we'll find it. You and me and Jamie, we'll find it."

Jamie nods. "There must be another way. There has to be."

Dean doesn't look like he believes them and they know it. He picks up his duffel and walks past Sam and Jamie without saying anything. He doesn't even look at them. At the door he pauses and drops the amulet in the trash. He opens the door and leaves.

Behind him, Sam takes a deep breath. He looks sad, but determined as he follows Dean out. Jamie pauses for a minute. She stops at the garbage can and curls her fingers. Andrew's ring is still on her hand. It's not a diamond, but a band with the words "non timebo mala quoniam tu mecum es." The amulet flies into her hands. She gasps, a vision playing before her eyes. She sees a young boy, about 3 years old playing in a park by the water. He laughs as he runs towards her and she sees that he had dark hair and blue eyes. Dean's amulet is around his neck. She blinks as it ends, realizing there is a way to stop the Apocalypse, and looks down at the necklace. She puts it in her pocket before following after her brothers.