Back to the story, now that I know where I want this to go, it will get there!

A thank you to Tumblr, for pulling on my heartstrings, and getting me happy and sad about the show. Another thank you to my oldest sister. She isn't reading this, and most likely never will, but still I thank her for opening her arms and home when I need it.

In Heaven…

Bobby and Karen found themselves in a large but cozy office. The paper that pointed them in the right direction now just had an exclamation point on it. The office was filled with dark wood bookcases, and books of all kinds, new and old, big and small, overflowed the shelves. Bobby spied a copy of Hamlet next to The Lord of the Rings, and next to that an ancient Indian text he did not recognize. The walls, ceiling and floor were all covered in lovely natural shades of blue, brown, and green. At the other end of the room, there was a large but empty desk, save for a large laptop computer, and a young woman typing on it. Bobby judged that she was twenty at most. With long auburn hair, a pleasant face, and comfortable rather than proper work clothes, she looked like one of those girl-next-door types. She finished typing and flashed them a real smile.

"Please, have a seat." She waved her hand at the two comfortable looking chairs in front of the desk. The couple sat down.

"Mr. and Mrs. Singer, what can I do for you today?" she asked warmly. Bobby blinked.

"We must be in the right place. You must be Meredith." He stated. The angel held her arms out to her sides.

"The one and only." She agreed. "What can I help you with?"

"I'd like to go back-"Bobby started.

"We have a great couple's package! There are several dozen species that mate for life and are able to be used in all levels of the reincarnation proses!" she interrupted.

"Actually, it's just my husband who wants to go back." Karen said after a short pause. She moved her hand closer to him and he held it.

"Really?" Replied the angel, confused. "Why?" she asked. The couple stayed silent.

She typed a few keys into the computer, and frowned.

"No children, no relatives, not even a pet! Why is it that only you want to go back Mr. Singer?" she asked him, peering over the top of the laptop. Bobby took a cleansing and calming breath. The overflowing bookcases reminded him of his house, and the blue ceiling of the sky.

"Family isn't just blood. I helped raise two boys because their father was an idjit who taught them to be soldiers instead of kids. When he died, I helped them in any way I could, and did so till death. Even after death! They might not be blood of my own, but they are my sons." He finished on the strong note and let out a quivering breath. His wife squeezed his hand he looked up to her beautiful face and she gave him a smile that spoke of encouragement and love. He wished he told them that more often. He knew that they knew. But still, he wished.

Meredith listened to his every word and when he was finished, she looked back at the screen.

"Sam and Dean Winchester? They are listed as your next of kin. So you want to see them, but still, why don't you want to go with him?" Karen squirmed slightly in her seat. Bobby gave his wife's hand a squeeze. Bobby was surprised that the angel hadn't reacted in the slightest when she read the brothers names. She must not know who they are! Or if she did, didn't care. Bobby wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing yet.

"I was killed long before the boys were born, and thanks to a curse, I came back to life…..as a zombie. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least and I do not wish to go back to earth."

The angel let out a sigh and rubbed her hand over her face.

"Zombies. They only cause trouble in my department. Unregistered souls going back! And the messes they cause… not to mention the paperwork." She grimaced.

"Are you aware of how this proses works?" she asked him. Bobby shook his head. The Angel stood up and started to walk around the office.

"There are several options to take-"

"I want to take the animal visits family option." He cut her off. She nods

"That all depends on how good a person you were on earth. There are several classes of animals you can choose from depending on your level of goodness and the difference you made back on the ground." She walked back to the desk and clicked a single key. Her eyes widened as she scanned the screen.

"Oh my." She breathed. Her eyes flitted up to bobby before she looked back to the screen. Both Singers frowned.

"What's the matter?" Karen asked.

"Nothing!" the angel blurted. "Nothing is wrong! I-I've never seen…ANYONE who made so much of a difference! You were a hunter?" she asks. Bobby bobs his head in a nod.

"Hunter of what?"

"Monsters. Ghosts, vampires, demons, leviathan, anything that is or was supernatural."

"Leviathan?" She tilted her head in angel confusion, and righted it two moments later. "Oh yes, they got out a while ago. But someone put them back." She forgot about the leviathans as she looked back at the screen.

"You've saved thousands of souls. Present AND future, by killing monsters. Mr. Singer, this allows me to pull strings to let me do whatever you want!" Karen and Bobby share a grin.

"Whatever I want?" he asks.

"Anything I can do." She confirms with a nod and an even bigger grin. She looked like a child who had received the key to the candy shop. The Singers share a smile with the angel.

"Let's talk." Said Karen.

Back on Earth….

The ride to Tennessee was a pleasant drive. Sam happily vacated his usual front seat for Cas, who sat close to Dean. They traveled on a familiar road for a few hours, Metallica blasting from the cassette player, when Castiel suddenly spoke.

"Dean, will you teach me how to drive?" He asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Dean turned to his Angel with a smile and opened his mouth, then frowned slightly, looked at the dashboard and closed his mouth, looking back at the road. From the backseat Sam saw his brother sit up straight and his shoulders tense. He didn't like anyone else driving his baby. He was reluctant to even let Sam drive his car even though they both grew up in its interior and learned to drive with it.

"Dean?" Castiel repeated his question. "Will you teach me?" Dean squirmed and frowned slightly.

"Cas, you know I-I love you." He stuttered but got out.

"Yes." The angel replied. He waited for more. He waited in vain. Dean tucked his head and chin into his chest, looking only at the road. Talking about feelings was not one of Dean's strong points, and he was reluctant to actually tell his boyfriend how he felt about someone who couldn't drive try with his car. Sam spoke on behalf of his brother.

"Cas, Dean would LOVE to teach you, just not with his car." Dean looked at the angel with pleading eyes that said that his brother spoke the truth.

"Oh. Alright." The angel settled back into his seat, slightly dejected. A few slightly tense minutes later he spoke up again.

"Could we borrow a car to teach me?"

"Borrow?" Dean asked. The angel nodded. "It's not like we need another car for any reason. We'll borrow a car that no one's using, teach me, and then put it back after." Dean shared a look with his brother in the rearview mirror.

"That's a great idea Cas." Dean replied. "Let's just finish this job first."

"Alright." his angel replied, this time, much happier. Not long after that, they passed over the Mississippi River on a bridge, even though it was late afternoon, there were very few cars that passed the Impala.

"M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i." Sam mouthed as they drove over the bridge. As if he was caught doing something bad, he caught his brothers eye in the rearview mirror and shrugged at raised eyebrow his brother shot at him.

"Still doing that, Sammy?" he teased. Sam shrugged his big shoulders again and went back to looking out the window. Avoiding his brothers' grin.

"Still doing what?" Cas asked. Dean's grin grew wider as he explained.

"When we were kids, Sam loved to read atlases, he knew the roads and highways better than I did before we could drive. When he was still little, six or seven, he drew a map of a few of the states, with a few landmarks that he remembered. Spelled all of them right too, except for the Mississippi."

"Skipped an S and added an extra P." Sam spoke up.

"When the mistake was pointed out by a teacher, who was still impressed with the rest of the map, poor Sammy threw a fit."

"I did not!" objected Sam. Dean ignored his brother's protesting comment.

"Anyway, ever since then whenever we pass the river he always spells it. The right way."

"It's still impressive for a child. Do you still have the map?" Cas asked. Sam shook his head, but dean smiled.

"Actually, I think I recall seeing it in dad's old storage garage." He supplied.

"Really? Dad kept it?!" Dean nodded. "Its high-time we went through all of that stuff and moved it to the Bat-Cave." Sam nodded his agreement. But frowned at the name.

"Dude, you have to stop calling the Men Of Letters base the Bat-cave." He insisted.

"But Sammy," dean insisted right back. "We have an underground hideout. Complete with amazing information and awesome tools and weapons. It would be an insult to its awesomeness to NOT call it the Bat-Cave!" Sam sighs in response, knowing that he lost this round. Dean grins in triumph and sings along to the last words of the song.

"Exit light! End of ni-iiight! Take my hand! Lost in never-neverland!"