Castiel cleared his throat, the sound interrupting the silence in the almost-empty room. "I need to go somewhere."

Dean looked up from his laptop and gave a halfhearted nod.

Cas was surprised by the lack of questions, but took his opportunity and shuffled out of the room.

"Oh," Dean spoke up. "I meant to ask you…"

"What?" Cas questioned, stopping nervously under the threshold.

"Say hi for me."

Cas whipped around, tilting his head suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

Dean shrugged and turned back to his laptop. "I think you know."

Cas' face hardened, but he left, walking outside the bunker before transporting away. He opened his eyes to an expansive field so vast there was no telling how far it traveled. A small cottage stood to his left, which he approached, quickly waltzing up the steps and entering.

"He always made hot chocolate?"

"Every morning."

Cas turned the corner into the kitchen where you sat calmly at the dining table.

You were relaxed in the wooden chair. You wore jeans and a pastel t-shirt, which was probably the brightest outfit Cas had ever seen you in. He had definitely noticed a massive change in your attitude, since death. You were calmer, kinder, and just happier altogether. You tended to act that way around Jack when you were alive, but nowadays you had nothing to worry about. No more running, fighting, destiny… none of it existed anymore. And he was very grateful for that.

Across from you sat a young woman. She had dark hair and bright eyes that listened intently as you told your story.

Cas had only recently met your mother. When he took you to heaven, she was the first and only person you wanted to see. Whenever he visited, the two of you were always doing something together, the simplest of things like cooking, playing games, or telling stories- Things you missed out on when she was absent from your life. She'd laugh and tell you about things you did as a kid and you'd tell her about the rest of your life, after her death.

You turned to look at Cas as he approached. "Hi Cas," you said with a bright smile. He returned the gesture almost immediately.

"Hello Y/N. Y/N's mother." He greeted you both, then nodded towards the door. "Mind taking a walk, Y/N?"

"Not at all." You stood up and followed your old friend out the door. The two of you wandered through the field without saying a word.

"So, what's the scoop?" you spoke up.

He shrugged. "It's been about three months down on earth. Sam and Dean are doing about the same. They take any hunt they can find and spend their downtime looking for Michael.

You nodded. "And Jack?"

"Jack is… getting better," Cas explained. "He tries to go out on hunts as often as possible, which is better than a month ago, when he refused to leave the bunker. He still can't walk past your room or hear your name without crying, but he's trying. Sam and Dean and I have tried to make it easier for him. We put anything that was yours away, mostly into your room. We've tried to organize the stuff a little bit, but ultimately, we don't think we should throw anything out until Jack looks through it and he's not ready for that yet. In fact, I don't think Sam and Dean are really ready for it either. We went in there to put some of your stuff into boxes Jack could look through and Dean had to leave halfway through. I later found him in his room, holding a picture of the two of you. Sam also started crying, but he thought getting the job done would ultimately make him feel better. And I think it did, considering the fact that he now talks about you with a smile on his face."

You were glad to hear that. You desperately wanted the boys to move on and be okay. Especially Jack.

"Give Jack time," you advised. "And space. I'm sure he'll be fine soon enough."

Cas agreed. "Now, onto more pressing matters, we almost have Michael."

You gaped at Cas in shock. "What? Cas, that's great!"

He didn't acknowledge your excitement, his face only hardening again. "A big battle is about the go down soon, though I have faith in us. Michael has been in hiding since you destroyed his army. He's powerful, but we have both the Winchesters and Jack Kline on our side."

You nodded, not seeing the big deal. This was good news.

"The problem is, even though I'm sure we can beat him. There might be casualties... I'm worried."

You took in a small inhale, before realizing what he meant. "You think someone's going to die?"

"I can't be sure," he admitted. "But I thought you should know, as I'll probably bring them here first."

"Unless it's you," you argued.

He bit his lip. "That's true… unless it's me."

You regretted saying that all of a sudden, and tried to change the subject. "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?"

He sighed. "Um. I'm not sure. I'm afraid that with matters as serious as killing Michael, I think there might be some involvement or at least word from my father."

"Your father? You mean-"

"God," he finished. "I'm not entirely sure. He hasn't been very… interested in our endeavours recently, but… this is big. If he does get involved, he'll want to talk to you."

You paused. "Because I killed his children?"

Cas chuckled. "Probably."

Fear shook you to the very core, knowing that God might be watching you.

The feeling lingered as Cas led you back to your house. You could see your mother contently putting things away in the kitchen through the front window.

You looked to Cas and smiled, wrapping your arms around him. "Goodbye Cas. It was nice to see you again."

"You as well."

He made to leave, but you remembered something. "Wait… you haven't told the others about your visiting me… have you?"

He shook his head. "No. But I suspect Dean's onto me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"He told me to tell you hello."

You smiled, as your mother worked on a piece of art.

"Tell me more," she requested quietly.

"Hm?" you mumbled and she looked up from her work.

"About your family."

You hesitated for a minute. "You mean, about Jack, and Sam, and Cas, and Dean?"

She nodded. "You tell me stories about them, but you've never told me what they're actually like."

You smiled at the memory. "Well, Cas, you've met. He's… I don't know. Cas is kind of hard to read. He is an angel. But he's a kind guy and I respect him more than anything." She nodded, indicating she was listening. "Sam is… Sam is my best friend. He was immediately kind to me. He let me live in his home when mine was destroyed. He would joke with me and look out for me and…" you trailed off just thinking about him.

You missed him. You missed them all.

"Anyway, Dean is my big brother. He was the first to know about my illness and he took me to the doctor and kept my secret. He was very protective of me and just wanted me to enjoy the rest of my life. He was everything I'd want in an older sibling."

A beautiful grin spread over her face. These people brought you such happiness. "I didn't know that. I'm glad you had these boys. And Jack? What was he like?"

You looked down at your hands, unsure what to say. "Jack was… the love of my life. He was everything. He is one of the kindest, most innocent people I ever met. He held movie nights almost every week, made me hot chocolate every morning, tried to have a date night while I was in the hospital… I wish you could have met him mom. I really do."

"And the two of you met at therapy?"

"Yep," you confirmed. "There was this therapist… Dr. Myla. She dealt with people who had… Supernatural problems. Well, my father's a demon and Jack's was Satan so… we were in a similar boat. He had the appointment right before mine and so he'd come out and sit across from me and talk while he waited for-"

You were cut off when a violent change of scenery knocked you out of focus.

You were suddenly in a large room, lined with stone columns. You whipped around wildly, panicking and desperate to find out where you were and what had happened. You were met with something entirely different. Behind you stood five men.

As you finally came to your senses, you realized they were all looking at you… and you recognized four of them.

Cas stood at the front of the group, an unreadable expression on his face. To his right was Sam and Dean, both shell shocked, with dampening eyes. To his left, was Jack… Your Jack.

Jack held a hand over his mouth, making his expression hard to read, so you tried to tap into his emotions, but it came up blank. He wore and flannel, probably Sam or Dean's, and large combat boots. That caught you by surprise, because you'd never seen him wear boots. You, however, wore them all the time when you were alive.

This caused you to look down at yourself and find you were wearing something they'd probably never expect to see you in either. You wore a cute white sundress, which was similar to something you wore when you were a kid and had bare feet. You hair was curled delicately around your face.

"Cas… what's going on?" you stuttered.

That's when a large grin broke out over his face. "We did it, Y/N. We beat Michael."

"I don't understand."

"You will."

The final response had come from the fifth and final person in the room. One look at him told you everything you needed to know. This… was God himself.

"Yes, it's me," he said, exasperatedly. "And no, I'm not going to smite you. In fact, I'm here to reunite you with your friends."

He gestured to your living family and you followed his line of sight back to the people you loved.

"So, they're real?" you inquired, boring your eyes into Cas for an answer. "They're all real? And alive?"

His smile didn't waver and you had your answer. You took a long moment to just stare at them, disbelief and the purest of joy washing over you. Sam and Dean, who hadn't changed a bit, still gaped at you with awe and tears in their eyes. And Jack…

Your feet started to move forward on their own accord and apparently his did too, because the two of you met in the middle of the room, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you against him.

You closed your eyes, just taking in the feeling of being with him again. You didn't think you'd get the chance to see Jack ever again, much less alive and well. You could feel him shudder in the hug and you had no doubt that he had started to cry. You would have too, had you still been alive, but death had really put you at ease. Seeing him meant the world to you and you wouldn't ruin the moment by sobbing through it.

You could hear Dean mumble something to Cas as you stood there in Jack's arms.

"So I was right? You have been visiting Y/N in heaven?"

You felt his arms loosen and you pulled away, turning to Dean. "Yes. Castiel bought my soul and took me to heaven when I died. And… he's been keeping me updated."

"On what?" Sam interceded.

"Sam," you breathed out and jumped into his arms as well. You had missed him so much.

"Hey Y/N," he responded, holding you tightly.

You let go and did the same for Dean, hugging him with all the emotions you had built up after being separated for so long.

"Dean."

"Hey kiddo." He rubbed your back soothingly and you wished this moment would last forever. Being here with the boys once again. Your family. Your home.

Someone cleared their throat and the whole group turned their gazes onto God. He shrugged. "Sorry guys, but could you hurry it up?"

Sam shook his head. "Don't listen to Chuck. What did Cas keep you updated about?"

You smiled. "Your progress on finding Michael. And… how you were coping with my death."

"Badly," Dean confirmed. "We handled it badly."

"I heard."

There was a moment of hesitance shared by everyone in the room.

"But that doesn't matter now," Jack spoke up from behind you, "because you're back, aren't you?"

Your eyes widened at the thought and you snapped to look at Castiel, but he only shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I'm not the one who brought you down to Earth."

Everybody turned to God once again and he sighed.

"Alright, guys I think it's time to get to the reason I've assembled you all-" he started, but Dean cut him off.

"Is Y/N staying on Earth, or not?" he insisted.

God shrugged again. "That's her choice."

You were confused as to what he meant. Slowly, the group of you moved to face Chuck fully as he got to his point. Jack moved to your side, taking your hand and squeezing tight, afraid you would slip from his grasp any moment just as you had before. Dean took to stand on your other side.

"Now then, I understand you guys went through a lot, not only trying to stop Michael, but throughout your lives. And, as a token of my gratitude, for saving my creations on many occasions, I'm offering each of you a gift. I will do anything you ask for, that is within my power. Y/N, that includes bringing you back to life, should you choose it."

You nodded, but quickly put your head down, so that no one could read your thoughts.

"Sam," Chuck said, moving onto the beginning of your line. "You're first. What would you like?"

Sam did not hesitate. "I would like hunters to be guaranteed a spot in heaven. There are too many who sell their souls, ruin their lives, and then go to hell or become ghosts after being gruesomely murdered and that's not their fault. Hunters do enough for the world as it is. At least give them a happy ending. Hell, the only reason Y/N got into Heaven is because Cas bought her soul. That's not right."

God merely nodded. "I understand. Castiel?"

Cas looked to his father with determination blazing in his eyes, "I would like to be name the sole Guardian of Heaven, with the power to let people come and go as I please."

God simply turned to the next. "Dean?"

Dean chuckled bitterly. "You know what I want. I want out. Sam and Cas and I… we're getting too old for this job. I want to move on from hunting… I want to have a life."

Chuck hesitated. "That's all your own choice Dean. I can find you a house to live in, give you a family, a normal job, whatever, but I can't guarantee you'll stay out of the life. That's all you."

Dean nodded. "Then I don't want your charity."

It was your turn. You looked up, having thought about it for a while and said, "I want all the children like me, the cambion, to be free of their ancestral burden."

You could feel everyone in the group turn to you with sad eyes, realizing you weren't going to fight to stay on earth with them, but you continued on.

"I want their visions to stop if they're having them. I want them protected from their demonic parent. And I want them to have a way to find one another if they need support. Because I know that me, Jesse, Kim, and David would have killed to know there were others like us when we were kids."

Chuck agreed to the request. "I can do that. And finally, Jack Kline. The Nephilim. What would you like?"

Jack locked eyes with you, holding your gaze, then turned to God. "I would like to be aloud to join Y/N in a heaven of our own. A place where I can be with Y/N once again and we can live together-" He squeezed your hand, gently. "-like I always dreamed."

He nodded and stepped back. "Well then, I'll give all you time to say your goodbyes, before sending Jack and Y/N on their way," and then he was gone.

Dean didn't waste a second, spinning you around and pulling you to him once again.

"You're leaving again? But we just got you back."

You sighed against his chest and he lifted a hand to wipe away a few tears.

"I'm sorry, but I…" you trailed of helplessly.

He pulled away and looked you square in the eyes. "Y/N," he said. "I understand."

"And don't worry," Cas interrupted, coming around Dean's side. "This isn't the last you'll see of them."

You both turned to him, confused. He smiled.

"Well, as the new Guardian of Heaven, I do control who comes in and out, living or dead. I think I can manage occasional visits."

A grin crossed Dean's face. "I guess I'll be seeing you later, kiddo." He kissed your forehead. "And you," he continued, stepping around you to talk to Jack.

You would have listened to their conversation, but you knew you were on a time crunch and so you faced Sam.

"Hiya Sammy."

He smiled. "Hiya Y/N. It was… so refreshing to see you again."

You laughed. "You too. You have no idea how much I missed you."

"No more than I missed you."

You quickly said your goodbyes and he moved on to talk to Jack.

You beamed at Cas. "It all turned out okay, didn't it?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it did. You'll be okay in Heaven? With Jack?"

"Very much so."

Chuck appeared again a minute later. You ran over and grabbed Jack's hand, ready to go back to heaven. You were so excited for him to meet your mother and have the perfect life you two always dreamed of.

"Okay guys," Chuck said. "Ready to go?"

His eyes held yours, giving all the love and reassurance you needed to move forward, before confidently nodding.

He smiled and a minute later, you were in Heaven. You noticed it wasn't your usual place, but didn't spend time looking around, because in front of you stood your mother, she had a kind look on her face as she looked between you and Jack. Next to her was another woman, who you had never seen before. But, it didn't take you long to figure it out.

"Mom!" Jack gasped.

This was it. Your perfect reality. Years spent running and fighting for this very moment. Years homeless and lost, then finding a family, only to lose it, then reuniting again. This is exactly why you survived through every burden that dragged your smile or tear that streaked your face. This, right here, was your purpose. What you cherished more than your own life. Love. A family. A home. You finally obtained true peace. And for eternity you would continue to rest easy, knowing that the people you loved would never leave your side again.

And that's it! Thank you so much for reading, favorite/following, and commenting! It really meant the world to me. I hope you liked the story!