(Next update is here. Hope you all enjoy it.)

Izzchel: Thanks. I don't think we were meant to know much about him. I just tried to establish some things I think Sam would've taught him and given him. He's not really the focus of the story, to be clear.

Chapter 2: All is Right

(Heaven, a few minutes later)

Dean chugged his beer as the others finished their food. The plates were all nearly empty, multiple beer bottles appeared then disappeared on and from the table. Sam turned to his brother, smiling.

"Really taking advantage of this no hangover thing aren't you?"

Dean sighed in satisfaction after he finished the bottle. As he put it down on the table it vanished then another appeared in its place. The older brother chuckled and took the beer in hand then turned to his brother.

"I ain't the only one, Sammy."

Bobby shook his head, smiling, after finishing his eighth beer.

"It's paradise, boys. Enjoy yourselves."

"That's right."

Karen Singer walked over and kissed her husband.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. He rolled his eyes finally and sighed.

"Bobby, I'm glad you and your wife are back together…even with the whole-"

"I know, Sam. I begged her forgiveness as soon as Jack tore down all the walls."

Karen smiled.

"Like with Jessica over there, I know it wasn't your fault, Bobby."

Bobby shed a tear and kissed her hand.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Mary and John smiled, the latter rubbing his arm up and down his wife's gently as he kissed her cheek.

Dean smiled and turned to his brother.

"Come on, Sammy. We're all here, enjoying all the best things of life without any of the drawbacks. Let loose!"

Sam looked from his brother then to everyone else, who all smiled at him and some nodded their heads. Sam groaned, one hand ran down his face.

"Fine."

Sam snapped his fingers. On his plate appeared the biggest burger he and Dean had ever seen. The older brother's eyes widened at this and all those gathered looks of astonishment and amusement. Dean laughed, slapping Sam on the shoulder.

"Atta boy, Sammy!"

Sam groaned, shaking his head. He lifted the burger to his mouth and sighed.

"This is so stupid."

Dean scoffed.

"Come on, Sammy. Just one bite away from Heaven…wait…or is it-?"

Sam turned to him, eyes narrowed slightly. Dean chuckled, raising his hands. The little brother sighed, turning back to the burger. Sam mumbled before taking a bite. His eyes widened a little. Dean's head cocked to the side. Sam tried to mumble how it wasn't that good, but Dean smirked at him. Sam moaned and chowed down on the burger.

Dean laughed.

"I owe you a big 'I told you so'."

Sam turned to his brother after he chewed and swallowed. Dean grinned.

"I told you so."

"Very funny."

"Hey, you were the one moaning over that burger."

Sam sighed and continued to eat. Dean patted his brother's back.

"About time Sammy, I knew you'd eventually see the light."

Sam scoffed but still continued to eat. John laughed.

"It's alright son. No shame in being wrong."

Mary gently punched her husband's arm. John faked a groan and smiled as his wife added to the conversation.

"And it's still ok to eat your vegetables."

Dean groaned.

"Right, right. Sorry."

Charlie grinned at her friend.

"Who knew you were such a carnivore?"

Dean grinned.

"It runs in the family."

Jessica giggled.

"Sammy, I guess your brother did grow on you."

Sam swallowed the last of the burger.

"Yeah, like a fungus."

Mary walked over to her son and smacked the back of his head.

"That's your brother you're talking about."

Sam sighed.

"Yes ma'am."

Dean grinned, walking up to Sam. He knelt down and wrapped his arm around him.

"Take it easy on the kid, he doesn't take being wrong well."

Sam rolled his eyes while Dean and the others chuckled. Ellen walked over and patted Sam's shoulder.

"Your brother may be an egomaniac, Sam, but he's right."

Dean rolled his eyes. Jo grinned. Bobby shook his head, laughing. Bobby walked over to another part of the house. He pulled something out of a cabinet on the far side of his house. They all turned to him. Rufus huffed slightly though with an amused grin on his face.

"What're you looking for Bobby? Don't tell me you're wanting to play poker, because last time I handed you your ass."

"Because you cheated, dick."

Rufus chuckled.

Bobby pulled out a camera from the cabinet before closing it. He walked over to another side of the house and grabbed a tripod. Ellen scoffed.

"You know we could just snap our fingers and have a photo of all of us, right?"

"Well I'd like to do this the right way."

Ellen shook her head, a big smile on her face.

Bobby walked over to the center of the room, setting up the tripod and putting the camera down. He looked over to the others.

"Get over here ya idjits."

Dean chuckled.

"You heard the man."

The group walked over and stood together, waiting on Bobby. Bobby readied and set the timer to the photo. He walked over to stand with the others. They all stood in place.

"I don't want this to be a repeat of the one we did when we were alive. I want you all to smile now."

Rufus scoffed.

"With you here Bobby. We'll be lucky if you don't break the camera."

Bobby scoffed.

"You sonuva-"

The camera clicked and took their photo. On it was Bobby and Rufus going at it with both jeers and jokes. John and Mary smiled while Dean, Jody, and many of the others laughed at Bobby and Rufus going at it.

(Unknown location, present)

Dean Winchester II grunted as he was taken somewhere, a bag over his head. He felt a hand on each shoulder dragging him into wherever they were taking him. Gasps and pants of fear and worry spilled out of his mouth, he tried to wrestle free but the grips on him were solid. Through the bag he couldn't see anything until a single light shined against it.

Then the grips on his shoulders were gone. Before he could make a move, he heard a snap or click then felt something hard wrap around his arms and legs. He heard something rattle.

"No…no, no, no, no. Help! Help!"

He panted as he moved his hands. Though he could move them, he realized he couldn't move them far. Still it was far enough that he tore the bag off his head. His hair was a mess, his bangs spread across his forehead and in front of his eyes. He grunted as he threw his head back and shook. His hands moved across his face and pushed the bangs out of his eyes.

His gaze went down, seeing chains locked around his wrists and ankles that linked to a metal slab on the floor. Dean grunted as he tried to pull his way free, but the metal wouldn't budge. As he looked around, he was surrounded by darkness and the only light was shining on him. He couldn't see anything past the literal spotlight.

"Where are you?! What are you?!"

The sounds of walking came from the shadows. The young man grunted as he tried to turn around but only managed to do so only a part of the way.

"Did you not listen with who I told you I am? You guys have made a big mistake. My dad's friends will-"

Dean continued to talk…except he realized he couldn't. His mouth opened and he knew the words he wanted to say…but he couldn't talk.

"He must be that bastard's nephew. He loves the sound of his own voice enough."

Dean's eyes narrowed and his face burned, but despite his struggles he couldn't break free. He listened to his captors talk, but he still tried to free himself of the shackles. His hands reached into his clothes, looking for the lock picks and everything his father trained and advised him to have on him at all times. But the young man's eyes went wide. Nowhere in his clothes could he find them.

"Looks like he realizes that we sweeped him of everything he had on him."

"Now we have everything we need."

Dean heard the sound of walking. A hand appeared from out of the darkness and into the light. In their hand was a blade. The young man's eyes widened a little.

"Let's begin."

To be continued…

(Hope you all enjoyed the update.)