Alexandra summoned Dean's soul. When he appeared and realized he was in heaven, he was aghast. "I thought I was done with all this," he growled. "Once in, never out, is that how it works? Who're you?"

"Hi, Dean," Alexandra said. "I'm God."

"Where's Jack?" Dean demanded.

Alexandra gave a quick rundown of who she was and the changes she'd made to heaven. Dean looked pissed but there wasn't any point in arguing.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I wonder if you'd have any interest in being reincarnated-"

"No."

"-as a supervillain."

"Hell no."

"To be honest, I was only asking to be polite, you don't actually have a choice in the matter."

"Goddammit, you're just like Chuck. You gods just can't help yourself. Well, lady, I wasn't going to be his performing monkey and I won't be yours either."

"In this case, you really don't have a choice," Alexandra said. "Please, sit."

She patted the chaise longue.

"I'll stand," Dean said.

"Suit yourself," Alexandra said. She lay back on the pillows, put her feet up and made herself comfortable. "Dean, there's a lot about the universe that you don't know, so I'm going to tell you about one aspect of it.

"All the souls in the world make up a mosaic, metaphorically speaking. Every soul is a tile. Some tiles are tucked in on the bottom and some are front and center. When it's time for a person to die, it means the universe is done with them, and their tile is going to be replaced by another soul's tile. But when a person commits suicide, they're choosing to take themselves out of the pattern, and the universe can't have that. Everybody who commits suicide is automatically reincarnated. There's a missing space until the baby with that soul is born, but typically the universe can handle it.

"Yeah, so?" Dean said.

Alexandra went on as though Dean hadn't spoken.

"This mosaic sits on a table with thirty-six legs. Those legs are souls. Those legs are load-bearing. Those souls are load-bearing. There is always someone waiting in wings near to when one of those souls is going to die. Except for you, Dean. You were a load-bearing soul and when you committed suicide, there was nobody to take your place. And because you had friends in high places, you didn't get reincarnated. Immediately the world began to fall apart."

"Wait a minute, I didn't commit suicide, a vampire killed me."

"Dean, that piece of rebar punctured your lung and it collapsed. You basically suffocated to death. But you didn't have to die. If you had let Sam call for help, they could have saved you. It wasn't your time. You chose to die. That's suicide."

"No," Dean said. "I earned that death. You have no right to judge me for that."

"I'm God - I can do whatever I want. But in fact, I'm not judging you for that.

"As I was saying, when you died the mosaic began collapsing and there was nobody to take your place. The universe, in its boundless wisdom, chose me to be the new God and it was up to me to bear the weight of the mosaic until a new load-bearing soul could be born.

"I was nobody, Dean. I don't know why it chose me. The universe has never spoken to anyone, ever. All I know is that I was a normal person with a normal life and I had that taken away from me for no reason. But I don't blame the universe, I blame you. That's why you're here. Because I can't let you stay unpunished for that.

"Normally I don't have control over births and deaths, but I created a new universe just to find a place for you. Where you're going to learn to follow the rules and like it. Where you're going to be evil, so after you die, you'll get punished for that too."

"You bitch. You can't do that to me."

"I can, and I will. But I promise you this: I will not send you to hell for your punishment and I will not deliberately reincarnate you again. If you commit suicide and the universe reincarnates you, that's its own deal, but I promise I won't. And this is the seal of my promise. Come here."

Alexandra beckoned, but Dean wouldn't budge.

"Fine," she said and went to him. She touched him lightly on his hip and he felt a brief surge of pain.

"Look what I did," she said.

Dean pulled down the waistband of his jeans and there, just below his waist was a tiny rainbow tattoo.

"The rainbow was Chuck's promise to Noah that he wouldn't ever flood the world again. I rather like that. You're going to be reborn with this tattoo. People will think it's a birthmark and you won't remember what it means, but I'll remember."

"Thanks for nothing," Dean said. "This doesn't make you a good guy."

"Didn't you hear what I said? Don't you care? The world was going to collapse without you in it."

"That's not true," Dean said desperately. "I was also nobody. There are lots of Hunters."

"How many times did you save the world?"

"I wasn't keeping count," Dean growled. "But it doesn't matter. I didn't do it alone. Sam helped, other Hunters helped. Why should I be special and not them?"

"I don't know," Alexandra admitted. "I told you, the universe doesn't talk. But you are, okay? Everything you went through was for a reason, I promise."

"People suffered and died because of me."

"That was for a reason too."

"Cut the self-serving crap. If you want to reincarnate me, just do it and put me out of my misery."

Without saying anything, Alexandra lightly tapped on Dean's chest. Immediately a surge of warmth spread through his body until it settled in his groin. He felt himself pressing against his jeans.

"What the hell did you do to me?" he asked.

Alexandra took off her robe and tossed it behind the chaise. She was naked underneath. She lay down with one hand behind her head and one hand between her legs.

"So I'm going to sire myself? You're going to give birth to Evil Jesus?"

Alexandra laughed. "Not quite."

Instead of saying anything more, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and did her best to entice Dean. He watched her, thinking that she was no busty Asian beauty, but she was still pretty hot. But this was crazy. He wasn't going to sleep with God and he certainly wasn't going to sleep with God so he could facilitate his own reincarnation as Evil Jesus.

Alexandra moaned in a way that sent a wave of desire through Dean.

"You're trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson," he said.

"I am. Is it working?"

It was working. When Dean joined with Alexandra he felt pleasure beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

On another plane of existence, a Boy was conceived.