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Chapter 3: Heavenly Peace?

(Heaven, present)

Everyone sat around the table, sharing stories and memories of their times when they were alive. Sam was pestered the most to talk about his son as they all wanted to know more about him before he arrived in Heaven.

"Ok, ok. Just calm down, one at a time."

Bobby smiled.

"How did it go with the boy? You know…learning the truth?"

Sam sighed, fingers tapping his beer bottle.

"It didn't go well at first. No surprise, he thought I was nuts. The usual 'they're not real', 'are you insane', 'you're joking, right'."

"How'd you convince him?"

"I didn't. It was Garth, actually."

Dean scoffed.

"Well, not that bad of a start."

"Well Dean didn't know…my son didn't know him. He just knew Garth was a family friend."

"Garth showed him? Willingly?"

"Uhhh, no. He saw Garth 'wolf out' after he stubbed his toe."

Dean's eyes widened for a moment, eyebrows raised up.

"The kid went running out of the house?"

"He almost did…first he was too scared to move. I had to console him before he ran out…didn't want the pitchforks and torches coming out."

"How'd you convince him Garth was alright?"

Sam sighed before taking a swig. A smile appeared on his face.

"Miracle."

Dean grinned.

"Really?"

"Yeah. We trained Miracle well, only barking and growling at threats. My son saw this one day when some douchebag tried to steal some guy's keys and another time when some dick tried harassing some women. Miracle was totally peaceful with Garth."

Dean chuckled.

"That's good. He meet Garth's family?"

"Yeah, we had some cookouts together…well…Dean didn't see what Garth and his family were eating. Still, the kids got along great."

The others smiled. Sam sighed.

"I miss him…Garth…his family…"

Dean nodded.

"Yeah, he really pulled our asses out of the fire more than once. He's a good man…werewolf…"

Rufus scoffed, shaking his head.

"I'm glad I wasn't around for all that craziness, my head would've exploded."

Rufus drank his Johnnie Walker Blue.

Charlie grinned.

"You think that's big, you should've seen me when I went to Oz with Dorothy."

Rufus spit, his favorite drink flying everywhere. Bobby and many of the others laughed. Rufus turned to Charlie.

"What?!"

The hacker smirked, leaning back in her chair.

"Later, pops. Let's hear more about Sam's kid."

"Well, you better explain what you meant. Oz?!"

Sam and Dean shrugged their shoulders, half hearted grins across their faces. Rufus sighed then turned to his drink.

"Dammit."

Bobby scoffed and snapped his fingers. The drink filled back up.

"Heaven. Remember?"

"Thanks, jackass."

Bobby scoffed.

Sam and Dean turned to one another, smiling. Sam spoke first.

"The more things change,-"

And Dean finished the quote.

"-the more things stay the same."

The brothers clinked their beer bottles against one another and smiled. As Sam took a swig, Dean turned to his friends and family. They were laughing and joking, regalling one another with stories from when they were alive. Dean smiled.

"Everything is as it should be…finally."

Sam nodded as Dean drank. They sighed as they relaxed in their chairs. Sam and Dean smiled as they sat, talked, joked, and laughed with their loved ones, at peace.

(Unknown location, present)

Dean panted and gasped, wanting to cry out for help yet still unable to. The individual with the blade in hand walked around the circle of light, only the hand holding the blade was visible to him. He looked around, noticing the tarp on the ground for the first time.

He tried to talk, but whatever was keeping him from talking was still in effect. Dean could only grunt and gasp. His eyes widened as the hand with the blade drew near. He waited, steadied himself. When the hand was within half a foot away from him he lunged forward as far as he could. He attempted to throw the shackles around the hand holding the blade.

But the shackles suddenly pulled him back down. The chains appeared to disappear as they were seemingly absorbed into the metal and now the only chains left were just a link or two for his hands and not much more for his feet.

Dean gasped repeatedly, eyes widened. He thrashed and flailed in vain as he tried to break from the chains. One hand grabbed the back of his head and he was pushed to the ground though much gentler than he would have expected. The hand then moved to one of his sleeves and pulled it up on the arm. Then he felt the sting of the blade.

He grunted and groaned, wincing. Then the pain of the cut ended. He looked at his arm, he was still bleeding but whoever cut him only cut across the top of it though up along the length of the arm. Dean tried to look around and he barely managed to see the blade being raised up. Several sets of feet walking were heard. It sounded like several individuals walked around the circle of light as they remained in the shadows.

Then voices began chanting, he didn't understand the words. The ancient language he couldn't understand, but he started to see the effects. The blade was placed at the head or bottom of the tarp, Dean wasn't sure which. What he was sure of was that the blood started to slither off the blade that was fully coated in it and slowly circled around the tarp. The blood then began to slither beneath it.

The chanting continued and the voices began to speak louder. Dean saw a small light that started to shine under the tarp. And the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger. Every hair on him stood straight up as he dreaded what was about to happen.

(Heaven, present)

Dean chugged his beer, sighing in satisfaction as he finished it. The beer in his hand vanished and another one manifested in it. He grinned.

"God I love this place."

Sam chuckled.

"Well, everything's as it should be."

"Yeah."

The brother smiled at one another.

"We've earned this, Sammy. All of us."

Sam nodded.

"I know time works differently up here…but I hope it's a little bit before my son arrives here. Living a full life, he deserves it."

Dean patted his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah. Still, I look forward to meeting the kid. Can't have too many Deans."

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. Dean grinned widely.

"Can't have too much of a good thing."

"Don't make me regret naming him after you."

Dean chuckled.

"Don't worry. He'll be fine. Besides, we'll see him soon enough."

The others had been chatting with one another. Bobby and Rufus continued to bicker and bark. John and Mary discussed their favorite hunting trips with Ellen and Jo. Pamela chuckled as she talked with Ash.

"Ash you know I still don't get how the angels never caught you sneaking around."

"Well, just human ingenuity. And-"

Ash brushed his hair back.

"-genius level intelligence."

Pamela scoffed, shaking her head.

"Ash, you-"

Pamela's smile slowly disappeared. Her eyebrows slanted and dropped in the direction of the space between her eyes. She moved her head around.

"No."

Ash raised an eyebrow at this and scoffed.

"You just upset I-"

Pamela interjected and turned to look at everyone.

"Guys!"

Those gathered turned to her. Some attempted to say something, but they saw the look on her face. Sam and Dean stood up from where they sat as did the others. Pamela looked around. Sam and Dean shared a look, the former spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Guys, I-"

The room started to shake. Pictures, books, and other items fell off the shelves. Dean turned to Bobby.

"I thought Jack fixed things?!"

"He did!"

"Then what the hell is going on?!"

Suddenly a light started to fill the room, everyone there had a weapon that manifested into their hands. They all looked around. But then the light became blinding, they all covered their faces with their hands. The light then filled the room.

(Unknown location, present)

Dean grunted as he watched the light get brighter and brighter under the tarp. He felt a cold chill in the air and his eyes widened a little as he saw his breath as he exhaled. The chanting continued till the light suddenly filled the room. Then it was gone. The sound of walking away from several sets of feet was heard. Dean saw now the tarp was up a little higher than it was before and that there was movement beneath it.

"Pamela, what-"

it didn't sound like any of the ones that had been chanting before, but Dean thought he recognized the voice from somewhere

"What the-?"

Dean's eyebrows raised up at hearing the second voice, it sounded very familiar…all too familiar.

"What the hell is this?!"

Dean then realized the voice came from under the tarp. The tarp rippled and shook as two sets of hands popped out from under it. Dean's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at what he saw next.

His father quickly sat up from under the tarp yet he appeared much younger, how he was when Dean was just a boy. The man next to him he'd only seen in pictures and videos. Still he knew him, Sam and his friends had been telling him stories about him all his life. The man he was named after, Dean Winchester, his father's brother.

Sam and Dean looked at one another then under the tarp before throwing the tarp back down. Their faces were rigid and gasped as they realized they weren't wearing clothes. Dean's voice wasn't filled with anger, only reserved panic.

"We're both naked…under a tarp…with blood stains under us."

"...Right…"

Sam looked around, only seeing darkness…but who he laid eyes on in the light made him start to panic.

"Son?"

Dean II gasped. He opened his mouth to try to say something, just thinking he wouldn't again.

"D-Dad?"

Sam's son gasped, he could talk again…but he didn't know why. But his father's gasps and shudders made him refocus his attention.

"Son…what happened?"

"Some guy…thing…broke into my house and knocked me out. Brought me here…used my blood."

Dean II shuddered.

"A-Are you…a ghost?"

Sam looked down. He felt everything around him and felt his hair stand up.

"I…I think…I'm…alive."

"Sammy, what the hell's going on?"

The brothers turned from one another then back to Sam's son. Dean nervously smiled at his nephew.

"Well, this is an awkward family reunion."

A click or snap was heard. The brothers gasped, looking down and saw they had clothes on. Their hands quickly ran through the clothes and only felt the clothes…nothing in them. The two brothers rushed to Sam's son, hands wrapped on the chains and tried pulling on them. Dean II grunted.

"Stop! Whatever took me is in the shadows!"

Sam and Dean jumped to their feet, both glowered. The latter spoke.

"You guys really picked the wrong guys to screw with! Come out!"

Lights turned on. The three Winchesters looked around but they didn't recognize where they were. The walls and floor were cement, there were no markings or anything that decorated the room or anything they could decipher where they might be. The room was about the size of an average basement

Sam grunted as he knelt to his son, checking his wound. He held his son's face and lifted his head for their eyes to meet. Sam shed a tear. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as he stood up.

"You're gonna pay for hurting my son! Show yourselves!"

Sam and Dean were thrown back by an invisible force yet stopped before they hit the wall behind them. They grunted and gasped, unable to move. They then heard walking. They all turned to the area behind Dean II. There was an open door. The hooded figure that Dean II fought walked in. Sam and Dean grunted, eyes locked on the unknown individual.

"...Dean Winchester…and Sam Winchester…you thought you could be at peace?...After what you did? No…No, you don't get to be at peace…especially you Dean. You will pay for what you've done."

To be continued…

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