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Chapter Three: Heaven

Time was nothing, it meant nothing. The sun rose and the sun set. Nothing ever seemed to change but the more 'time' went on the more I felt happy. I spent my days doing whatever I wanted. I started painting again. The nice thing about heaven was that just thinking about something made it happen. I imagined a grand canvas and it appeared on an easel, a table of paints appearing with it. I had smiled and I had gone to the canvas, running my fingers across it. It had been so long since I'd painted. A long time since I had practiced what I had always thought was my gift. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I hadn't painted since before I had met John. I smiled as I picked up the paints and put a small amount on a slab. I took a deep breath and started to mix the colors. I was surprised at how easily it came back to me. It was like I had never stopped. I smiled as the brush flowed across the canvas. It grew as the picture I was painting came to life. Cooper came to my side and cocked his head. I laughed and painted faster, now excited to make it move. It was no surprise that when it was complete Dean was smiling at me. I hadn't forgotten him. I was ecstatic when I realized that with time my memories never faded. If anything, they grew stronger. None of my memories from my life were taken from me. I was able to bring them all. I called more canvases to the field. Soon there were pictures everywhere and not just of Dean, but of everything and everyone who had impacted my life. This was my heaven. Not a place to just linger but a place to remember that even though my life was cut short I was able to remember. Remember that I had lived a good life. I had touched people and they had touched me. More then I could say. When the sun was growing faint I sat in a lounge swing that hung from a branch on the elm tree. It was nice to know that I could make it rock back and forth without having to use any energy. It took nothing to make it swing. Cooper laid next to me, his body against my side.

"Do you think it's time to change the scenery?" I asked him. He just licked his lips. "I almost don't want to let it go. It's been a nice place to be. But a nice home and a couch wouldn't be too bad. A leather couch and a big leather armchair. An entertainment center full of all my favorite movies and maybe a playstation. That would be nice. A good way to pass the time." I told him.

I was just about to think harder about it, making it form when a laugh caught my ear. I stopped and looked around. Walking toward me were two people I didn't know well but I knew who they were. I stood and faced them. A grin moved across my face as I walked toward them. I stopped only a few feet in front of them and looked them over.

"Hello." The woman told me.

"Mom." I said and moved to her, hugging her tight. "I can't believe it."

"Neither can we." My dad said hugging me next.

"Why haven't I seen you yet?" I asked them. "I've been here a while."

"We wanted to give you a chance to get used to the idea. That and Jim wanted to be here. We thought he had more of a right to be here." My mother replied.

I nodded and looked at the ground. "So…" I said not really knowing what to say.

"I'm kind of surprised at the place you picked for your heaven." My dad told me.

"Steven…" My mother said lightly hitting his stomach.

"What Joanne? We came here only a few times and that was a long time ago." He replied.

"Yes, but there was a picture I know well." I smiled at him. "A picture of the three of us from shortly before you died."

He just looked at me. "It wasn't burned in the fire?"

"No." I said shaking my head. "It was one of the few that survived it."

"That's good. I'm glad something survived the fire for you." Joanne told me.

"Why did you die, dad? I was too young to be parentless." I said getting to something that had always bothered me.

"Heart attack. Though I don't remember what brought it on. A man was there and he was talking to me. That's all I remember." He replied.

"Was he normal?" I asked, my instincts telling me that a mutual man had shown himself.

"I suppose so." He replied.

"His eyes were normal?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know. That was a long time ago. I don't really remember." My dad replied.

"Okay." I said nodding.

"Why?" My mother asked.

"There is just someone I've been dealing with…was dealing with, on earth. Someone who led to my death." I replied.

They were curious and I couldn't blame them. They wanted to know me just as much as I wanted to know them. I led them to my paintings as I told them the story of my life. I moved from painting to painting telling them about each one and whatever else they wanted to know. They seemed shocked to hear how I spent my living years but I told them that I wouldn't have had it any other way. What shocked me was that not long before his death, my father had been looking into the supernatural. He couldn't really remember why but it was enough to know that maybe I was the way I was because of my family. That and maybe their deaths weren't as 'accidental' as I was led to believe. Lamps littered the trees branches as our conversations continued into the night. It was nice to be able to talk to my parents again. See myself in them, the traits that I had received. It was nice, though when they finally took their leave I wasn't upset. It was almost nice to be alone again. Cooper seemed to sigh with relief as I laid the back of the swing down so it formed a bed. I smiled at him and laid down on my stomach. He moved next to me and soon we were asleep. I didn't need to sleep but it was still a nice pastime. Though it was odd to think of it that way. Everything was a pastime. It was my last thought before falling asleep.

I woke with a start. Something pulling at my center. I sat up and put my hand to my chest. It was a feeling I knew well. I couldn't explain it but I knew who it was. I knew that he was coming. I shot off of the swing and turned in a circle. He was here. He was coming. I couldn't place the feeling that was going through my body. I finally spotted him. He was just standing there. It was still my field but he didn't look like he belonged here.

"Evy?" He asked and stepped toward me.

His form flickered in and out of view. He wasn't dead, but he was close to it. I started running toward him.

"Dean?" I called to him.

"Baby…" Dean said as he walked slowly toward me.

I reached him a moment later, my hands moving to the sides of his head. "Dean…" I said and kissed him passionately.

"Evy…" He said as his fingers traced the lines of my face. "I thought I'd never see you again." He told me. "I've been watching and I couldn't find you. Sam told me…my body…that you were gone."

"You don't belong here." I told him, kissing him again. "You need to go back."

"I don't want to go back." He said pulling me against him. "I'm dying. I know that."

"But you don't have to." I said pulling away from him. "I can feel it."

"I don't want to live." He told me. "Not if I get to be with you."

"Dean…" I said running my hand down his face. "I love you, so much. You know that right?" He nodded. "But I want you to live. I need you to live. You have so much more to give to the world. I've played my part." I told him.

"No." He said as his eyes grew wet. "I need you. I need you, Evy." He told me shakily.

"I know baby." I said and kissed his forehead. "I know, but you need to live. For your father and for Sammy."

"Why did you leave me?" He said as tears fell. I started to cry and I pulled him against me. "Why did you leave me?" He repeated as he buried his face in my neck.

"I didn't want to leave." I cried. "I didn't want to leave you."

"You promised." He whispered.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry." I told him. I pulled him away from me and put my hands on either side of his head. "But you need to go on. You need to live."

He shook his head as his lip quivered. It broke my heart to see him like that. A moment later his body seemed to shutter and he disappeared from my grip. My breathing quickened and he suddenly reappeared in front of me.

"I love you." He told me quickly.

"I love you too." I replied and watched as he disappeared again.

I stood in that spot for hours, just waiting for him to come back. He never did. The feeling that was pulling at me faded and I knew that he was still alive. He had lived through whatever it was that was trying to take him. I nodded when Cooper whined at my side. I turned back to my tree, walking toward it.

"He's alive." I told Coop. "He's alive. He's going to be okay."

Darkness filled the field and I let it stay that way. As I walked back to the tree my hand moved to my neck. The pentagram he gave me was supposed to be there, but it wasn't. I counted on its protection. Knowing that, somehow, it would protect me when he wasn't there. But my neck was bare. I closed my eyes as tears came to them. I laid on the swing and replayed it in my head. He looked like he was in pain. I needed him. I curled my legs up against me and waited for the serenity of this place to make everything okay again. As time moved on it didn't get better. The power of this place was no match for my longing. I wasn't sure how long I would be able to hold onto him. How long it would last. It was a few days before I finally let the sun out again. I wanted the darkness. I wanted to feel pain as best I could even though it was practically impossible here. I was able to let my emotions show but there was no way to be completely unhappy here. That wasn't the point of heaven. It was supposed to be a happy place. A place of peace and serenity. It would come to me again. It seemed to start to flow through me as soon as the sun began to shine. I stood and decided that I needed a change. I stood by the tree and thought of the home I had always wanted. A wrap around porch, a balcony off of the master bedroom, white house with blue shudders, and a red front door. Soon it built itself in front of my eyes, several yards from the tree. I simply thought of what I wanted the inside to look like and when I stepped through the door it was everything I wanted. It only dulled the ache inside of me and I walked through the house, seeing the home that I would have loved for Dean and I to have. To raise a family in. I went into the living room to see a big screen TV and all my favorite movies were lined up against one wall. There was also a playstation underneath the TV with the DVD player. I was about to sit down but something seemed to call to me from upstairs. I went up and into one of the large rooms. I didn't know I had done it but my subconscious must have spoken for me. It was a white room but it had several pictures and paintings covering all four walls. Every one of them had Dean in them. Most of him alone, some of him and me, some of him and Sam…even him and John. They were since I had known him. The way I remembered him. Tears came to my eyes and I turned in a circle, looking at all of them. I fell to my knees in the center of the room and cried. I cried till the tears wouldn't come anymore before finally leaving the room. Pausing in the doorway to take one last look at them. I knew tomorrow I would spend more time in this room. As well as the day after that. And the day after that. I sighed and returned to the living room. I looked at the TV again. I shrugged my shoulders and sighed as I sat on the leather couch. I sunk into it's softness and looked around. The walls were blank. I got up and went outside where I had stacked my paintings. I brought them in and hung them on the walls, adding color and memories to the home. It helped me but Dean's short visit was still very much fresh in my mind. Cooper jumped up onto the couch next to me and laid against my side. I smiled and kissed his head before putting The Mummy into the DVD player. It did the job of calming me. I made myself hot chocolate and popcorn before putting in the second one and finished the trilogy off after getting a sketchbook from the room I had created as my art room. By the end of the night I had sketched through nearly half the book and was once again in my happy place. I was starting to feel tired and I went up to the bedroom. Sure enough, the king sized bed was there with a down comforter and a half dozen pillows. I climbed in and crawled under the covers. Cooper crawled under with me and I pulled him against me. I kissed his fur before falling asleep.

When I woke up it was too a similar feeling like before, pulling at me. I sat up and raced from the house. I knew it wasn't Dean but I knew it was one of them. I knew it and when the moon appeared I knew who it was.

"Oh no…" I said and searched the field. Then I had another feeling. I knew he was coming but I knew that he wasn't coming here. "I'm coming." I said as I raced through the field. I knew I was getting close and then the scene suddenly changed. I was in a house but I didn't know whose it was. Then I saw the picture. John, Mary, Dean, and baby Sammy. I turned and listened but I couldn't hear anything. "John?" I called. Then I heard someone on the stairs. I looked up as he slowly walked down them, his eyes locked on me. "John…" I said looking at him.

"Evy…" I heard my name and I looked to see Mary coming from the other room.

"Mary…" I said shocked to see her.

"Mary…" John said and rushed down to see his wife.

"We don't have a lot of time." She told him.

"I know." He replied. "I had to do it, Mary. I had to save our boy." He told her.

"John?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Evy." He said pulling me against him.

"John, what is it?" I asked him.

"Dean was dying. He offered me a choice." He replied.

"The demon…" I stated realizing what he was telling me. "John, you didn't!" I yelled. "How could you?"

He pulled me against him and kissed my head. "I love you, Evy." He said and held my face in his hands. "I love you."

"I love you too." I told him, tears streaming down my face.

He turned to his wife and kissed her passionately, telling her how much he loved her. She reciprocated his feelings and then in a blaze of fire he was gone.

"NO!" I screamed and fell to my knees. "JOHN!"

"It's all right, Evy. He knew what he was doing." Mary said kneeling next to me.

"How could he do this? He sold his soul to the one demon he was determined to kill. He gave up."

"No." Mary said running her fingers through my hair. "He just couldn't bear to seen Dean die. He was a father first and for most, even if it was hard to see sometimes. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to die. So he sacrificed himself. It was honorable."

"How can you say that?" I asked as I put my arms around her, tears falling down my cheeks. "You of all people."

"Because I would do the same thing. John will be okay. I know he will be and he'll join me soon enough." She replied.

I started to cry and she cradled me against her like she would a daughter. I held tight to her, not wanting to let go. She stroked my hair and whispered soft words into my ear. Soon the tears stopped and we sat facing each other on the couch. I looked at the house and tried to picture Dean living here.

"Thinking about Dean?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied looking at her. "I'm always thinking about Dean."

"You truly love him, don't you?" She smiled.

"More then anything." I told her softly. "Did you feel him when he almost died?" I asked. She nodded. "Did you see him?"

"No, he wanted to see you." She told me. "He loves you so much."

"How do you know?" I asked her.

"I could feel it. His love for you is very strong." She replied.

I nodded and pulled my knees up against me. "I should be getting back to my dog." I told her.

"Call him and he will come." She smiled.

"Cooper?" I called. I heard his feet on the floor and he sat next to me, looking at me with joyous eyes. I grinned and kissed his head. "Hey baby."

"He's wonderful." She told me. "I saw him briefly when he first arrived."

"Do all animals come to the same heaven?" I asked.

She smiled at me, "I don't know." I nodded. "I've never had one and have not had the pleasure of seeing one so devoted to its owner."

"He's the best." I smiled at her. "You said you saw him?"

She nodded. "He came in and out of peoples heavens. He was searching. Searching for you, I assume."

"You're a good dog." I said stroking his head.

"He stayed with me for a short while. The company was nice but then he was gone." She told me.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked her.

"I've been watching you." She confessed. I frowned at her. "I felt something when you arrived. I knew that you were something to my family and I needed to see who you were. I watched you with your dead fiancé. I watched you mourn your life. I wasn't sure what you meant to my family until you started to paint. I watched as Dean appeared on several canvases. As well as Sam and John. Then I knew who you were. I had felt you before. You're Dean's girl." She grinned at me.

"I was Dean's girl." I corrected her. "Now that I'm dead I don't think I can be called that anymore."

"You're still his girl." Mary grinned at me.

"Stop looking at me like that." I told her as I felt my cheeks start to burn.

Mary laughed and gently shoved me. "I would have loved to have you in the family." She told me.

"You don't even know me." I smiled at her.

"But I know Dean. Anyone who can get through to him and actually make him settle is someone amazing." She smiled.

I blushed again and just looked at her. "I'm really happy I got to meet you." I smiled.

"Me too." She smiled back.

I couldn't deny how amazing it was to be sitting with Mary Winchester. We sat for hours talking. By the time we were done she knew my complete life story, including the one I shared with her son. She was a little less open about where she came from but she told me about her life with John and the few short years she was able to spend with Dean and then the few months with Sam. I tried to ask her of what happened to her. How she had died. She gave me little in site. The demon killing her on the ceiling, but it was nothing I hadn't heard before and I wasn't going to push her on it. It was a sensitive subject. The same demon had led to my death. We had that in common. I told her about his appearances but she couldn't shed any light on it for me. I thanked her for everything she told me. I couldn't have imagined a better place to be. I had a new look on heaven. I now had someone I would be able to spend time with. Not just anyone but the mother of my boyfriend. Someone I knew he treasured and now I could too.

Heaven was actually feeling like heaven these days. I was happier and with that came more paintings and more conversation with Mary. I didn't just go to her heaven but she was just as happy to come to mine. She really liked the house and she said she enjoyed watching me paint. It was nice to have company again. I hadn't realized how much I had missed talking to someone until I had someone to talk to. I had been so happy being alone that I hadn't even thought that someone would be around to talk to me. It was only reiterated when Jim came strolling in while Mary and I were in the field. I was painting while Mary sat in a big armchair.

"Hey you." Jim said kissing my cheek.

"Hey." I smiled and turned to him. "You haven't been around much." I frowned at him.

"Sorry. Been busy in my own heaven." He smiled at me.

I laughed and put paint on his nose before turning back to my painting. "I've been busy too." I told him.

"Making friends." Jim said. "Hi, I'm Jim." He said introducing himself.

"Mary." She said taking his hand.

"She's Dean's mom." I told him.

"Really?" Jim said looking at Mary. She nodded. "How weird is that?" Jim asked me. "Meeting your boyfriend's mother in heaven."

"Not weird at all." I told him with a raised brow.

Mary smiled at him. He just laid amongst the flowers and looked into the sky. Cooper cocked his head at him. "You know. I don't think that dog likes me very much." Jim told me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"He doesn't let me touch him. He'll sit by me but that's it." He replied.

"That's probably because he's attached to someone else. I think he gets who you are. Who we used to be. He's a bit protective of me…and of Dean." I replied.

"You know. Since we're all dead and all, I'd like to think we're over any emotions that might be…frowned upon, but I think I'm beginning to be a bit jealous of Dean." Jim sated.

I laughed and looked at him. "I bet you are." I turned back and made the finishing touches on Dean's face. "There…" I said looking at it.

"He's had you less then me but you're more devoted to him. You're not engaged or anything but I can tell. The love you have for him is different then what you had for me. I think you love him more then me." He replied.

"Jim, honey…" I said sitting in front of him. "I still love you, but you're right, it's not the same. I loved you and then I lost you. I had to move on and Dean was there and the things we've been through…we've been through so much together, it was bound to happen. I would've been here a long time ago if it weren't for Dean. I love him more then anything." I told him. "But you've always been with me."

"Thanks." He said and sniffled sarcastically.

"Shut up." I said and shoved him.

It was a moment of fun but was ruined when something lurched at me. It was painful. I yelled in pain and both of them shot up from where they sat. I had my hand to my chest as they stood on either side. Cooper whined and looked up at me. It passed and for a moment I thought I was okay.

"It's okay." I said looking at them. "I think I'm –" It hit me again and I yelled out. "What's happening?" I asked them.

"Evy?" Mary said putting one hand on my back the other on my arm.

"Mary?" I said as it hit again. "What is happening?" I asked and the pain went through me again. Cooper let out a low growl. "Cooper?" I asked him. "Cooper!" I yelled when I realized why he would be growling.

I looked at Jim and reached out for him but was suddenly pulled away from them. It was as if I was being forced backward only nothing was there. It hurt like hell and it didn't seem like it was going to stop. I was yelling out but no one was there to hear me. I finally didn't have a choice but to give into it. There was nothing else I could do. The next thing I knew it was over and my chest started to heave while I gasped for air. My eyes shot open and I reached my hand out but hit something just inches above my head. I tried to move but my knees hit the top and when I tried to move down I hit the foot of whatever I was in. My hands moved around my head and there were four walls just inches to each side. It took me a moment to realize where I was. The realization made my panic intensify. I tried to scream but my throat was raspy and only air came out.