Jessica blinked and she found herself in front of a rundown shack of a bar that seemed to be on the outskirts of some deserted nowhere. A tumbleweed passed by her feet and she looked at the shorter man beside her.
"Where are we?"
"We are in another version heaven." He said as he led her to the door.
"This is someone's idea of a perfect place?" she asked slightly bewildered.
"Yes. Heaven is where you were happiest. Or in your case, living out the life you were planning on having." Jessica nodded. "I get that, but damn, there is someone who thinks that THIS is their happiest place?"
"Actually it's five people, and yes. They were happiest here, and for them, places like this are hard to come by, places where they can be themselves, and not have to hide." Jessica shook her head.
"If you say so," The little man smiled. They walked a few steps and he opened the door, and five sets of eyes turned to them, and guns were cocked.
"Who the hell are you two?" A gruff woman's voice asked.
Before the little man could speak, a man with a beard and a trucker hat put down his gun and asked, "You Jessica?"
Jessica, surprised, took a step back. "Yes. How do you know me?"
"Sammy's Jessica?"
"Yes." She answered hesitantly, her eyes squinted, trying to suss out who in the world this man could be and why he would know her, and how he knew Sam.
"You know this gal?" The older gruff woman asked.
"I know her from pictures. This is the little lady that Sam was going to marry before she died."
"Jessica Moore?" The older woman asked.
"Yes ma'am." Jessica answered still trying to get a handle on the situation.
The older woman put the gun down, and when she did the other, younger, blonde girl put her gun down as well. Ellen strode quickly and confidently to the bewildered Jessica and stuck her hand out, Jessica took it slowly. "I'm Ellen Harvelle."
"Jessica." She said stupidly. "How do you know me?" she asked. Everyone in the room chuckled.
"Honey everyone knows you in the hunting world. You were the only thing that kept Sam out of the game for as long as he was."
"Hunting?"
"We hunt monsters." The blonde girl said as she took Ellen's place and shook her hand. "Or at least we did before we blew up. I'm Jo by the way, Ellen is my mom."
"Nice to meet you." Jessica said, her manners still firmly in place despite her utter confusion and disbelief. "What monsters?"
"Anything really." The man with the mullet answered slowly, he seemed slightly drunk, or high, or something that kept him from being in his right mind. "Vampires, Rugarus, werewolves, demons, you name it, we've killed it. Ash is the name by the way." He said and saluted her. She nodded.
"Sam hunted monsters?" she asked trying to untangle the mess these people had made with t heir words.
"Yes, sweetie, he hunted monsters from the time he understood what was going on." Ellen answered.
"How did you get here?" Bobby asked finally.
"I brought her here."
"And who in the hell are you?" A black man behind Bobby hollered.
"I'm Chuck."
"The guy who wrote the books?"
"Yes."
"The prophet?"
"Yes."
"Well that sure as hell explains where you went." Bobby said a little hotly.
"Yeah, death will make you AWOL."
"Why are you all here?" Bobby asked.
"We need to help the Winchesters."
"What's going on? We've been cut off ever since the angels were expelled and heaven locked up, locked up tighter than Fort Knox." Ellen asked.
"Well, Sam and Dean got into some trouble."
"No shocker there." Jo said.
"And Dean tried to fix it in a way that wasn't exactly….sound."
"Those boys ain't got the brains God gave them sometimes!" Bobby said. "What did Dean do this time? Did he sell his soul again? Or something worse?"
"He let an angel possess Sam to save Sam." Groans emanated from every person in the room.
"Is Sam okay?" Jessica asked panicked.
"He's fine now. The angel healed him, but now…"
"Let me guess, he's pissed." Rufus asked. Chuck nodded. "I'd be pissed too, but what does this have to do with any of us?"
"Sam has severed their bond. And, Dean, well, Dean has taken the Mark of Cain."
"Like Cain and Abel?" Bobby asked. Chuck nodded. "Balls!" Bobby exclaimed.
"What does that mean?" Jessica asked.
"He's taken on something he can't handle without his brother." Bobby answered and spit out another curse. "I always did my best to keep that particular bit of lore away from Dean. I knew he'd do something stupid like this. Who told him about that anyway?"
"Crowley."
"Son of a bitch! Why is Dean listening to him now?"
"He has to turn to someone to help him. Especially without his brother there for immediate consultation." Chuck said.
"Then why not Cass?"
"He's had his own hands full this year."
"Of course he has, because when it rains, it pours on them Winchesters." Everyone in the room nodded.
"What do you need from us?" Jo asked trying to get everyone back on point.
"I need all of you agree to help the brothers, so they can unlock the gates, put the angels back, defeat Metatron, get back at the angel who deceived Dean, and help them kill Abadon."
Twelve eyes stood staring and blinking at Chuck. "Or something like that." Chuck added sheepishly.
"And how in the hell are seven ghosts supposed to get out of heaven and do that?" Rufus demanded.
"You leave the details to me. Are you in?"
"Of course we're in, we're always in, that's how all of us ended up here." Rufus said.
"Thank you. We need to make one more stop before we go help the boys." Chuck led the small army out of the roadhouse. He smiled to himself, he knew that he had picked the two best people to be his agents on Earth, they inspired loyalty in even the most hardened souls, even souls that had lost their lives acting on that loyalty.. Heaven's True Army was almost complete.