Hope joined Alexandra on the chaise longue.

"You'll pardon me if I still don't believe all of this," Alexandra said.

"Completely understandable," Hope said.

"So, why me? Why now?"

"There was a man named Dean Winchester who we believe was sustaining the universe. After he died, it felt like the universe was about to collapse into itself . . . and then you showed up. To be literal - there was a power vacuum, and you know the saying, 'Nature abhors a vacuum.' "

"Are you saying nature created God? Or, chose a God?"

Hope shrugged. "So it would seem."

"But nature isn't talking."

Hope smiled. "Not a peep."

"But why me?"

"I couldn't say. Maybe you were simply at the right place at the right time."

"Or the wrong place at the wrong time. If I've transcended to another plane of being or whatever mumbo-jumbo you want to call this, that means I don't exist on Earth anyone. Do my parents think I'm dead?"

"You can make everyone you knew believe that you are still alive. They will not notice that they never see you in person."

"How do I do that?"

"Just will it."

Alexandra furrowed her brow like she was thinking hard. "There," she said. "Did it work?"

"I don't know. Soon enough you will be omniscient. You will know."

"Omniscient, damn. I don't know about this God stuff. It sounds like a lot of work."

"It is, but you have the entire heavenly host at your disposal for assistance."

"Angels."

"Yes."

"Are you an angel?"

"No, I'm a different type of heavenly creature."

"And who was Dean Winchester? A Catholic saint or something?"

Hope smiled. "No, a Hunter. It's a long story, and soon you will know that too."

"This is crazy. My God." Alexandra paused. "Is that really me?"

"It is, My Lady."

"What does God do?"

"Ideally you should run the world according to your will."

"I don't even know what that means."

"You will see."

Hope interrupted again. "Little by little Alexandra gained knowledge of the entire universe. The first thing she did was change death to be what Jack described. She asked me if I minded that it wasn't in line with Christianity anymore, which was so thoughtful of her, but of course it didn't bother me one bit.

"The next thing she did was try to tackle humanity's problems. In one fell swoop Alexandra eliminated war, crime, poverty and genetic diseases. Peace broke out, religions were booming because this could only be a miracle (which it was), and then in two weeks the infrastructure of every country on the planet except for North Korea fell apart and millions died. Oops. She turned back time and pretended like this little experiment never happened.

"But she couldn't just do nothing. So she decided that the cause of a good deal of humanity's problems were down to men's insecurity over their penis. So she willed that every boy three and under and yet to be born would grow up with a nice shape and size penis and have nothing to be insecure about. It's only been about six or seven Earth years since that change, so it's not surprising you haven't noticed any improvements yet, but keep your eyes out for it."

"Women," Chuck said disparagingly.

Eileen grinned at Hope. "I was never a religious person before, but I might become one now."

Sam looked unsure. "Doesn't that seem a bit, I don't know, reductionist?"

"I don't question God's will. She said that it would also make women happier, and happier women help make a happier world."

Chuck made a gagging sound.

"Considering your attitude, you should have been the Darkness instead of Amara," Eileen signed.

Chuck signed back his middle fingers and Eileen laughed.

"Right," Sam said. "Moving on?"

"Moving on," Hope agreed. "After making that change Alexandra decided to write a book about her experience climbing Mt. Everest and then instead of becoming God, the flash of light was aliens beaming her up to their UFO and taking her to their world, which was the perfect utopia. She actually submitted it to a literary agent, who liked the first half and thought the alien stuff was trash. She was crushed and considered smiting the agent, but I told her that wouldn't be fair. If she really didn't want anyone's opinion, she could always self-publish, right?

"Instead of doing that, she decided to write a TV show based on your and Dean's life, but not the whole thing, only the part that has a happy ending. And instead of submitting it to an agent, she just willed it to exist. And so, Wayward Girls was born."

"It's basically fanfiction," Chuck said.

"I thought that too," Eileen admitted.

"Ha! Not much of a God is she if she can't come up with any original stories."

"I still don't understand why she did this," Sam said.

Hope fidgeted for a second and then said, "Well, to be honest, I think her goal was to kick off my mission to bring more hope into the world."

"That's beautiful," Eileen said, putting her hands to her face, touched by emotion. "Don't you think it's beautiful, Sam?"

Sam half-smiled, half-grimaced. "Sure."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there for Dean when he needed me, but I didn't exist yet," Hope said.

"I understand," Sam said shortly.

"And I'm sorry I showed you Wayward Girls," Eileen said and signed. "This is my fault."

Sam abruptly stood up and walked away. Eileen watched him go. She knew he needed a little time and space to process everything that had happened.

Sam went back to the rented Jeep and got in. He draped his hands on the steering and leaned his forehead on them. He shouldn't let a TV show bother him. But he missed Dean so damn much. Sometimes he even missed their old life together: Hunting, saving people, the family business. And sometimes when Cas and Jack were around in the Bunker, it really did feel like a home.

But this was ridiculous. Dean had been dead for over five years.

He sat up straight. "Dean, if you can hear me, I miss you and I love you."

Tears leaked out of his eyes and he quickly brushed them away.

Then he got out of the car and went back to Chuck's front lawn.

Eileen stood up when she saw him. "Sam, are you all right?" she asked.

"Fine. I'm ready to leave, how about you?"

"Leaving already?" Chuck said. "I was going to order some pizza."

"Goodbye, Chuck," Sam said.

"Okay, let's go. Goodbye, Chuck," Eileen signed. "Hope, it was very nice to meet you. Thank you for filling us in on what's been going on in heaven."

"My pleasure," Hope said. "Please remember me always."

"I will," Eileen said.

"Yeah," Sam said noncommittally.

That night Sam and Eileen went to a bar. They got a beer each, and one for Dean.

Before going to bed, Eileen skipped her birth control pill.