A/N: I'm not dead! Haha I know it's been a really long time since I updated this story. There's been so much going on these past months with school, multiple family emergencies, the worst writing block ever, and finals so needless to say not much writing has been going on. I'm working on the next chapter now, so that should be up sometime soon hopefully. I'm also working out the last details on a new story for another fandom that should be up by the end of January if everything goes well. As always, thank you to anyone who reads anything that I write it means the world to me. Rating and Reviews to improve the story are always appreciated. Thanks :) -Natalie

Nichole sighed contently as she swayed in Dean's arms. This was the night of their two year anniversary. Dean had taken her out to a nice dinner and for a night of dancing. "This is nice," she whispered happily and leaned into Dean's chest. He chuckled.

"My lady, I live to serve thee," He replied. Nichole laughed and stretched up to press her lips onto his but fell face first onto the ground.

"Ow," she groaned pushing off the found to sit up. The sheer brightness of her new location blinded her so that she couldn't open her eyes. When her eyes had adjusted enough, Nichole pried them open to have a look around. All she could see was an endless abyss of white. "Hello?" she hesitantly called, "Sam? Dean? Anyone?" She stood and frantically began looking about to see if she could see anything. "Where am I?" She thought allowed to herself.

"In heaven," a gruff voice responded from behind her. Nichole whipped around. Before her stood a man wearing thick framed black glasses, and a brown suit. The boot he wore we caked with mud.

"Pardon?"

"You are in Heaven. Was my answer not clear the first time?" he asked in a snarky tone as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"And you are?"

"I'm sorry. Forgive me for not following human introduction procedure. My name in Zachriel. I am your guardian angel. You're Nichole but we both knew that already. Any ways welcome to Heaven I'm sure-"

"Heaven? No there must become some kind of mistake I'm not dead!"

"I'm afraid there was an accident during the hunt. You were rushed to the hospital where you died the next morning. I am truly sorry."

"No! This isn't right! This is all some sick nightmare, and I'm going to wake up next to Dean any second and all of it will be ok." What started as yelling Nichole ended in a soft whisper as she crumpled to the floor a few tears running down her cheeks. Zachriel sighed and knelt beside her.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but you need to accept it for the sake of your own sanity. Most people learn to be happy here," he said as he placed a hand on her back in a half ass attempt to comfort her.

"I need to see him," she muttered. Zachriel sighed.

"I cannot restore your life."

"That's not what I meant. I was-"

"And if you returned to earth, you would eventually become a vengeful spirit and then what? Dean would be forced to remove your spirit and lose you again. Do you desire to cause him more pain?"

"You didn't let me finish!" Nichole snapped shoving the angel away from her. "I was saying I wanted to see him one last time in order to say goodbye." Zachriel stared at her, before taking a long drag on his cigarette. Nichole watched the carefully constructed rings flow from his lips into the air.

"I cannot say I approve of this notion," he said after awhile as he threw the cigarette on the ground and smothered it with his boot.

"You didn't say it wasn't possible," she whispered staring at him with hope filled eyes.

"You're right, I never said it wasn't possible because it is. I'm just not sure that your spirit is strong enough to withstand the process." This comment caused Nichole to let out a dry laugh.

"You claim to know me. If you have watched over me as my guardian angel as you claim to be, you would know how strong I am. I've swam through a room of blood to rescue a child from a vampire, lived with the fact that I couldn't save everyone, held my mother as she died from a fatal injury administered by a demon that was inflicting revenge on me. These are just a few of the many hardships I've endure, but what will help me endure this "process" as you call it is the thought of being with my friends and my fiancé one last time." Nichole spat at him. Zachriel incredulously stared at her for a long time.

"Her strength comes from her experience and her feelings toward others, reminds me of someone else I know," He thought to himself face breaking into slight smile.

"May I ask what's so amusing?"

"Your indignant attitude and refusal to back down from any challenge given to you, remind you of anyone?" He asked with a chuckle. He dug in his pocket for another cigarette and his lighter. "Alright, I'll do it but I am still completely against this idea," he replied as he lit the cigarette. Nichole felt a wave of relief wash over her, but she refused to show any sign of gratitude to the infuriating angel.

"Great. How do we start?"

"Not so fast."

"What now?" she groaned.

"I need your full consent before we begin."

"I already gave you my full consent." Nichole snapped. Zachriel sighed before pulling a scroll and pen from his suit jacket and rolling it out before her.

"I need proof of your consent in writing," he explained. Nichole looked at the paperwork set in front of her, before grabbing the pen and signing her name toward the bottom. She had no inclination of reading the details enclosed at the current moment or any time in the future. As soon as she finished, the document rolled up and vanished into thin air along with the pen. Zachriel took a step towards Nichole, closing the distance between them, grabbed hold of both of her arms, and closed his eyes. "This is going to hurt," he remarked. Nichole raised an eyebrow at the comment before a wave of sharp, shocking pain flood into her. It felt as though she was being set on fire and electrocuted at the same time. She cried out in pain and dug her nails in Zachriel's forearms. In the same quick manner that the sensation had begun, it was over leaving Nichole and Zachriel standing in the motel room currently occupied by Sam Winchester.