Hey guys :) Okay, okay, so I gave in to the daMN DESTIEL SHIPPERS. AGH. Slippery slope, man, I'm telling you. As much as I hate Destiel, it kinda ships itself. I couldn't resist adding that little tidbit to the last chapter haha. I thought it was too funny to leave out. That will be the extent of the Destiel for this story haha. FOR REALS this time.

(Idk if you've noticed, but this story doesn't exactly stick to timelines. This chapter especially. Sue me.)

((JK, please don't.))

One more thing - I wrote this chapter while listening to Hey Jude. *sobbing*

"We are so not doing this." Dean crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"What other choice do we have, Dean? You're killing yourself!"

"Actually, no I'm not. I do this so I don't kill myself."

"I don't understand."

"And you can't. Okay? So stop trying." Despite protests from both Sam and Cas, Dean stormed out of the motel room.

Sam was sick with worry. "Fuck!" In an uncharacteristic display of frustration, he punched the wall, leaving a considerably large hole.

Castiel frowned. "That will not help Dean."

"No shit!" Sam cradled his bloody hand.

"I have an idea." Cas then disappeared, typical of the angel to not explain his plan.

"Better be a good one," Sam muttered.

Dean was walking angrily down the street, hands shoved in his pockets. How dare they try to control him. They had no idea what he was going through. They were treating him like a child.

All of a sudden, Cas appeared in front of him. Dean removed his hands from his pockets, ready to fight. He wouldn't be surprised if the angel was here to take him back to the motel and tie him up until they got him to talk.

Castiel simply touched his forehead. Suddenly Dean felt like he was flying. On drugs. He experienced a weightlessness and the world went bright white.

"What the..." He squinted. The light started to fade, and he was in an unfamiliar place.

But was it really so unfamiliar?

Home...

The closest thing to a real home he had. The house in Lawrence. Where Mom had died. Where it all started.

"Cas, you bastard. Why would you bring me here?" He cried out.

"I've been waiting for you." Came a feminine voice from behind him. A familiar voice.

"Mom?" Dean turned and gaped at her in disbelief. It was her. Mary Winchester. His mother. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Young, full of life...

"How...?"

She walked over to him. "Come inside, sweetie. I'll explain everything."

Dumbfounded, he followed her into the house.

The kitchen was just as he remembered it. Everything felt like home. He felt safe. What was happening?

"Mom, is it really you?" He asked softly.

"It's me." She smiled at him sadly.

"I'm dreaming."

She laughed. "Not exactly. You're in Heaven."

Dean stared at her. "First of all, how the hell did I get into Heaven? And second of all, how am I dead? Cas has been trying to keep me from getting not-dead."

Mary laughed. "Call it a visitor's pass."

He shook his head. "I don't understand."

"I told Cas to watch out for you. He told me what's been going on." Her smile faded, replaced by sorrow.

Dean looked away. He never would have wanted his mother to know about this...

"Honey, look at me." She begged.

He couldn't meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Oh, sweetie...I'm sorry you're hurting. I can't imagine what you've been through."

He shifted uncomfortably. "Can we not talk about this?"

"I'm sorry, but we don't have much time." She reached across the table and took his hand, flipping his arm over to show the numerous scars. "This needs to stop, baby." She said firmly.

"Mom, I can't." His voice broke. "You don't understand..."

"You're afraid that if you stop, you'll kill yourself. You're addicted. You get the shakes when you stop. You love the blood. How am I doing so far?"

"H-how..."

"You're more like me than you realize." She smiled sadly.

"Mom, you...you mean to tell me that you.."

"I just to cut myself, yes."

Dean's heart dropped, and he felt sick. "Why?"

"I was stuck in a world I didn't belong in. All I wanted was to be normal. I hated being a hunter. Our reasons are different, but the pain is the same." Mary gazed into her son's eyes. "How you're feeling right now, hearing that I used to cut...that's how Sam feels. He's worried sick. It's breaking his heart. This doesn't just affect you, Dean."

"I know...I just...I don't know if I can stop, Mom."

"It's not easy. For me it didn't happen until I married John and started a normal life. I don't know what to tell you, other than you need to try." She stood and walked over to his side of the table. "It's okay to ask for help. Sam is your brother. Let him in."

"I'll try."

A white light began to fill the room, getting brighter and brighter every second.

"It looks like our time is up, Baby." Mary had tears in her eyes.

Dean quickly stood and hugged her, holding her tight. "I love you, Mom." He choked out.

"I love you too, Dean. Please don't give up." She started quietly humming Hey Jude.

He felt her slipping through his arms, an energy dissipating into nothing. The world started spinning and everything went black, the last notes of Hey Jude softly fading.

Author's note - I'm not sure about this chapter. Do you like it? Or is it a bit much? I need feedback, people! Thanks. I love you all.