SIX MONTHS LATER...

The ebony sky was ablaze with pale, glistening stars and galaxies of various colors smeared about the sky like blotches of glowing paint. A few of the twinkling orbs shot across the sky, splashing onto the field of tall, swaying stalks of wheat, which was white as if ready for harvest. Three figures moved through the stalks. The first was a young boy clothed in a loose white shirt and pants. His dark, shaggy hair was dancing about his face as he pushed aside the stalks, happily fleeing a tall young woman wearing a pure white gown. "I'm going to get you, Christopher!" She said as the little boy darted away, laughing. His pursuer was slender, her thick red hair bouncing around her freckled face. She held up the skirt of the flowing white gown as she ran. The field dwindled until it spread out into a grassy plain that led to an old looking building. Christopher had slowed and his brows lifted as he took the female's hand.

"The Roadhouse...I've never been here before. Let's go check it out, Oshea!"

Oshea nodded. "Ella, come on!" She called over her shoulder with a grin as Christopher tugged one her hand and led her into the building. A slender male wearing a blue button down with torn off sleeves was standing behind the counter of the bar. His light brown hair was styled into a messy mullet; the long pieces were flung over his shoulder. He looked up and grinned as the group entered.

"Well, hello there ladies! And... midget." He said, walking around the counter.

Even though they had never personally met, Ella recognized him immediately as the man Dean and Sam had described as Ash. Lynard Skynard Roadie look-a-like is what they had referred to him as, but they were also told not to be fooled by his looks: he was a genius.

"Ash?"

"I see my reputation precedes me," Ash said with a grin as placed his hands on his hips. "Don't tell me, let me guess. You're Ella, right? And Oshea! And... I don't know you." He said, gesturing toward Christopher.

Oshea grinned. "This is our brother, Christopher. How did we get here?" She asked looking around. Ash walked back around the counter.

"Oh, I just hacked into your heaven so I could say 'howdy!' Plus Sam and Dean made you both sound so hot I wanted to meet you personally." He grinned and winked at them. "So, can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'll take something!" Christopher piped up, pulling away from Oshea and scrambling up onto one of the tall barstools. Ash arched a brow.

"Aren't you a little young, sport?"

"What are you talking about? It's not like I'm in danger of dying!" Christopher complained with a little whine.

"I don't know... I'd still feel a bit weird. You're muy, muy underage."

"Chris, no," Ella said, rolling her eyes. "Dead or not, you aren't getting any beer." She looked up at Ash. "I on the other hand would love one," She smiled. "So wait, there's more than one Heaven?"

Christopher groaned and his shoulders slumped as he laid his chin down on the edge of the bar. Oshea sat down beside him with a little chuckle and looked up to Ash. "I'd like one, too." Ash pulled out a few cans and placed the girls' drinks on the counter in front of them before pulling a pocket knife from the waistband of his pants.

"Oh yeah, there are tons." Ash said, flicking the knife open and grabbing his can. "Everyone has their own and you can travel between them. You know, visit people? I've figured out how to hack into everyone's. I go all over the place." He stabbed the knife into the beer can and cut a slit into it before bringing it up to his mouth. He pressed his lips to the side of the can and downed the liquid before crushing it in his hand and dropping it to the ground. He gave a little burp and cleared his throat. "If you want, I can take you around sometime. Is there anyone in particular you'd like to meet?"

Ella and Oshea both exchanged glances as Ash downed the beer. Ella laughed a little and opened her own can, taking a small sip. "None that I can think of at the moment. I'm pretty content here," she said with a smile as she took another sip.

Oshea chuckled and took a bit of her own drink. Ash smile at the both of them and nodded. "If you ever change your mind, let me know. I've met all kinds of people. Johnny Cash, Andre the Giant... Einstein. That man can mix a white Russian." he said appreciatively with a nod.

"Einstein? You just walked right into Einstein's heaven and had a drink with him?" She stared at him incredulously.

Before he had a chance to say anything, the whole room started to shake. The lights above them burst, sending glass from the light bulbs falling around them like rain. Bottles of various types of alcohol behind the bar shattered and the room was suddenly enveloped in a bright, white light.

Oshea gasped and lifted her arms to shield herself from the falling glass. "What's going on?" Her question was drowned out by a chorus of high pitched screeching, and she felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she was being pulled downward. The floor gave way beneath her and she screamed as everything went dark.

She opened her eyes slowly, groaning as her body ached. It was so dark. Where was she? And what had happened to Ella and Christopher? Lifting one of her hands, she pressed it upward and stiffened when she found it was resting against some form of lid. After a quick, frantic search, she discovered that she was inside of a coffin. What was going on? Screams tore through her aching throat as she began to beat her fists against the coffin, trying desperately to get out. Although neither of them knew it, Ella's coffin was a few feet over in the dirt right next to her sisters. She barely heard Oshea's muffled cries and pounding on the coffin lid, but only just barely. "Help!" She shouted, but to no avail. She screamed until her throat felt like it was going to bleed. She clawed and punched at her coffin until her knuckles actually did bleed.

Oshea clawed at her coffin, tears running down her face as her nails broke and blood ran down her hands. The lid of the coffin finally gave way and dirt began to flood the wooden box. Coughing, she began to frantically dig upwards through the dirt.

It seemed like an eternity while they were digging. Ella was the first to breech the surface and as soon as her hand broke through, it was grasped by a strong hand and she was pulled out of the earth. A handsome young man with shaggy black hair wearing a black suit clung to her hand, kneeling down beside of her. "Ella... are you okay?"

She coughed and gasped, her lungs pleading for air. After a moment, when she felt as if she could breathe again, she looked up at the man. "Who-?" Her question was cut off as someone started to climb out of the dirt next to her.

The young man stroked back her hair gently and released her hand, stepping over to the other pile of dirt as a bloodied hand reached up. He grabbed her hand and pulled Oshea out. She collapsed onto her side, panting and coughing heavily. The young man knelt down between them, looking to Ella. "It's me, Els... Joel." He said quietly. "I've come to help you and your sister."

"Help? But..." Ella's brows furrowed as she looked around her. "Where... where are we? Where's Christopher... and Ash.." She said quietly. She looked down at her bloodied hands.

Joel's brows furrowed, and he sighed slowly. "Ella... you and Oshea were... this is earth, Ella. You've been brought back from the dead... Ash and Christopher are fine. They're in heaven..."

Oshea's eyes widened as she pushed herself up to her feet, her legs a little unsteady beneath her. "What...? But... no... No! Send us back!"

"I... I wish I could," Joel said quietly.

Ella on the other hand, did not stand up. Her eyes were a little wide as she sat there, on the ground. "Heaven... But why? Why did you tear us out of there?"

Joel shook his head quickly, his eyes narrowed. "It wasn't me, Ella, and when I find out who did it, they are going to be severely punished. This wasn't supposed to happen."

Ella didn't know what to say. She had just been... torn, ripped away from Heaven, and thrown back into life, the life she had just gotten away from. All the responsibilities, all the pain, all the guilt; it started rushing back at her. She felt like she was back in that coffin under the ground: helpless, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but scratch and dig until she finally reached the surface.

"What now?" She asked quietly.

Oshea was standing just a few feet away. She was feeling much the same way as her sister. She had just been torn away from Christopher again. She didn't know what to say. Instead, she just stared at the ground, her expression blank and lifeless. Joel sighed. "I'm going to take you back to Sam and Dean. Would you like that?" he said with a little smile. "They've missed you like crazy."

With the mention of Sam and Dean's names, memories started flooding back at Ella. Jonah, being tore into by the Hellhounds, watching Dean and Sam silently assemble the bombs, the tearful goodbyes... She had forgotten all of that in Heaven. While up there, all she could remember was the good times. In between cases when they'd have a day or two off at the most and they'd just hang around the motel, or when Dean would drag them along to a concert a couple states over. Those were the times she remembered.

She wanted to see them. And yet, at the same time, she didn't. She wanted to return to Heaven. As happy as she was traveling with the Winchesters and her sister, nothing compared to the complete bliss she felt alongside her family. It was Heaven, after all.

She sighed and nodded slowly, knowing she had no choice. The angels were calling the shots nowadays, and for some reason, they wanted she and Oshea back so badly they were willing to take them away from happiness just to accomplish that.

Joel smiled sadly and curled his arm around Ella's shoulders, rubbing her arm lightly and brushing his lips against her forehead. "It's going to be okay..." He whispered. Oshea wandered over to them and Joel curved his other arm around her. He sighed softly and the three vanished.