Sam wasn't sure how long she walked or where she was going. The hallway was an unchanging blend of countless doors and white walls. There was no one else and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

One thing was for certain, she was in heaven. Not even Lucifer with all his power and hallucinations was able to do all of that. Memories with Dean in the bunker, some of the most relaxed and happy moments of her life, only to find herself in these hallways.

So case in point, she was in heaven and that meant…

She wasn't sure what it meant. It meant angels and it meant that she was dead and-

Sam stumbled over nothing, leaning against the wall. She took in a deep shuddering breath as the realization hit her like a freight train.

She was dead. She was in heaven because she was dead. She was dead because she-

Everything hit her all at once. Her legs gave out and she slid down to the ground, wrapping an arm around her stomach. She looked down at it, her trembling hand moving over her flat stomach, remembering that there had been a bump there.

She had been pregnant. She had died giving birth. She had been pregnant and she had died giving birth to a half angel child that-

Her stomach contracted and bile filled her mouth. She didn't throw up, she had nothing in her stomach to throw up, but she gagged and shook from the effects regardless.

Lucifer had...he had…

Sam closed her eyes, hand over her mouth. She breathed in and out through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

There was no point in acting like this right now. She had to focus on one thing at a time and the first thing there was that she had to find a way out of heaven and back to life.

She could focus on what Lucifer did to her later on. She needed to find a way out of here.

Despite trying to focus on the task at hand, she couldn't stop thinking about the baby. The one she had died giving birth to.

She was sure that it was a boy, something deep inside of her, but she had no idea how he would've looked like. For the sake of everything she gave him all Winchester features, mainly hers, maybe some from her parents.

Was he a baby? She was so certain at the time that she had heard a grown voice pleading for her, a grown hand grasping for her before a reaper tore her away.

Dean. Was Dean okay? He had been right there, he had held her hand as well while Cas, mom, and surprisingly Crowley faced Lucifer outside. He had been trying to comfort her, tears in his eyes as she tried to reassure him back.

Up until the end, the very last moment, both of them had thought she would survive despite the pain. Winchesters had always been different, always had managed to break and bend the rules, so maybe they had hoped that it would be the case here as well.

But then Dean had to go, mom had been screaming outside and Dean had hesitated but she told him to go, help her, she'd be okay and she'd still be here. She had crossed her legs and pressed them tightly together to try to stop the birth for just a bit longer.

But it didn't work. The birth took its natural and unnatural process and within seconds after Dean had left she had given birth to her child, alone and dying.

Sam shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she tried to think, tried to focus again. She couldn't get lost in her memories, she needed to focus and she needed to think clearly.

Sam's eyes widened when she heard voices up ahead and she looked around, trying to find some place to hide. The only doors were other peoples heavens and she had no right to intrude in on them. She pressed herself against the wall as best as she could as the voices got closer.

"This is ridiculous, we can't keep being called to her room time after time to put her back in." one voice complained. "Why can't we just lock it up and put her away for good?"

"Because with our luck she'd get out and we'd be in more trouble." another voice said. "At least this gets us out of paperwork for now."

Sam breathed out slowly, rolling her shoulders back and tensed up, getting ready for a fight. She knew exactly where angels kept their blades and she had a bit of surprise on her side. She could do this, she just needed to act fast.

The moment the angels turned around her corner she rushed forward, knee coming up to bury in one angels stomach to make him double over before her hand shot forward into his jacket, easily bringing the blade out.

Twisting it in hand she buried it in his back, satisfied at the light and grace that exploded from him. She then pushed the body at the other angel who had tried to get to her to throw him off.

She moved around and grabbed the other angel, taking his blade as well and throwing it to the side as she placed hers against his throat.

"Where's the exit?" she asked him, pressing it harder against his skin.

"It doesn't matter where's the exit, you're dead." the angel spat at her. "Best case scenario you'll go back to earth and be a soul. Worst case you'll be destroyed. Or maybe that's the best case, you won't come back here if you are."

"I'll deal with that once I get to it." Sam told him, pressing the blade closer to him, a thin light of grace escaping the cut. "Now tell me."

"Even if you get to it, there's more angels there, going to kill us all?" the angel all but sneered at her.

As an answer Sam turned the blade and slammed it into his throat, watching with a bit of satisfaction at the grace being destroyed. "If I have to." she said, letting the body drop to the ground. She stepped over it and kept walking.

This was getting her nowhere. The angel was right, she was on enemy territory and there would be more angels for her to face and she couldn't kill them all. They had the upper hand here and she could only go so far.

She gripped onto the angel blade in her hand tightly, getting to another crossroads in the hallway. It looked identical to every other hallway and she wasn't even sure of the direction she was going anymore.

Despite being a soul she felt the exhaustion hit her and she leaned against the wall once more. She wasn't sure where to go from here and she was tempted to start opening the souls doors to try to make something differentiate between where she was and where she was going.

A pulsation in her hand made her look down and she stared at her palm, a small thin line was thumbing there. Dimly she remembered cutting herself on the cable in her room and something healing it.

Bringing the angel blade up she carefully made a cut on her palm, over the line of gold that was embedded there. She watched with bated breath as the golden grace slowly rose from the cut, curling around her fingers for a moment before encompassing her hand completely.

Standing up, staring at her hand, she swallowed hard and turned to a bare part of the wall. She placed her hand on the wall and watched as the grace spread along it, slowly coming together and creating a door for her.

Immediately she grasped for the doorknob and opened it, stepping into whatever was going to be on the other side waiting for her and she was ready to-

Gasping for air Sam sat up on the ground, coughing hard as her body convulsed at the sudden onslaught of air and life that was forced back into her.

Coughing and gasping for air Sam forced herself to look around, eyes widening when she realized exactly where she was.

She was outside of the cabin that Lucifer had kept her in, the one she had died giving birth in, the ground under her was warm and everything around her was concrete and hard.

She was alive.

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