Dean sat at the kitchen table in his family home, his Mother poured him a glass of milk. Sam and I stood against an archway, watching this memory play out. It hurt Sam much more, I could see it in his eyes. Dean on the other hand, was doting his Mother, he could peel his eyes away.

"You want the crusts cut off?" Mary asks with a smile, holding up a knife ready to slice those crusts off.

"Yeah. I.. I'd love that," once Dean said yes, Mary began to slice the crusts. Dean watches her carefully, like he was a hawke stalking his prey.

"Mom?" Sam tried to talk to his mother, but she was obvious to him and I. We simply weren't there, her main focus was on Dean.

"I guess it's not your memory, Sam. Sorry," Dean announces, his eyes flicked to Sam and then back to Mary.

"Dean, uh... We should... Go – Keep looking for the road,"

"I know. Just – Just give me a minute, ok?" Dean spoke, and I could hear the pleading in his voice, wanting nothing more to stay with his Mother in this memory. I watched Mary, now finished with the cutting of the crusts, and placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Dean-"

"Sam, please. One minute," in reality, Sam couldn't bear the memory, and the time Dean shared with their mother. I shifted uncomfortably in my position, as I noticed Sam drift his gaze from his brother. Mary places the food in front of Dean, and strokes his head briefly, before moving into the kitchen. Just then, the telephone rings, and we all turn our gazes up.

"Hello," Mary started with a smile, her eyes locked onto Dean. But soon as she heard the voice on the other end, she turned away from her son. "No, John. We're not having this conversation again. Time to think? About what? You have two boys at home," Mary was arguing with John as every married couple goes through.

"I remember this," Dean spoke. "Mom and Dad were fighting, and then he moved out for a couple days," Dean recalled the memory from his early childhood. .

"Dad always said they had the perfect marriage," Sam states, as he was told by his Father another story.

"It wasn't perfect until after she died," Dean states softly.

"Fine. Then don't," Mary's voice came back into earshot. "There's nothing more to talk about.," she states, before hanging the phone back on the telephone.

"What happens next?" Sam was eager to find out. Dean got up from his seat, and made his way through the archway into the kitchen, round the counter, and stood in front of Mary.

"It's ok, Mom," Dean leaned in, and embraced her into a hug. "Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I'll never leave you," his words touched me, and I felt bad for him, and Sam. Mary would have been a loving Mother.

"You are my little angel," Mary states, making me out of my trance, to see her cupping Dean's cheek. "How 'bout some pie," she states with excitement. Dean turned back to us, and walked back over to his chair.

"What?" Dean states, returning to his natural self.

"I just never realized how long you've been cleaning up Dad's messes," Sam states. Dean was silent for a moment, drifting his gaze.

"Whatever. Let's keep moving," Dean brushed off his comment, and we spread out, wanting to find the next clue to go onto the next memory. I looked in the living room, under the pillows, under the couch, but could not find anything.

"I've seen this somewhere before," Sam's voice rang free, making me head back over to him. He was holding a postcard that said 'Route Sixty-Six'.

"Where?" Dean shot at him, but suddenly changed to that of a cabin type place. It was indeed trippy. "Where are we?" Dean asks, casting his gaze around the cabin, not recognising this.

"No way," Sam began to smile, as the memory was coming back to him. I could hear a dog whine for a moment, as one trotted into the room. A golden retriever, which headed straight for Sam. "Bones! Hey, come here! Come here! Sam clapped his hands, and crouched to the dog's level, as it came tail wagging over. "Hey!" Bones began to lick Sam, as he was filled with happiness.

"Bones?" Dean asks, as it was a questionable name.

"Yeah. Bones was my dog," Sam replies, stroking the hell out of the dog as it sat in front of him, loving the attention. I couldn't deny it, it was a very cute dog.

"Your – your dog?" Dean asks, as Sam had stood up and went to the couch, collecting a pizza box, and opening it up. Bones right by his side, sniffing at the food.

"He's a cutie!" I couldn't contain my excitement for animals. I grew up around animals, it was just something that was there in my childhood. I had stepped forward, and crouched down, stroking the dog's blonde fur, and it was soft as anything.

"Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asks.

"Yeah," Sam replied, as I continued to pet the dog, running my hand all along his back, and repeated the process.

"This is a good memory for you?" Dean sounded hurt, and I could feel the air become full of tension.

"Yeah," Sam laughed through the word. "I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived off of Funyuns and Mister Pibb," Sam thought of this as a good memory, feeding Bones a bit of the crust.

"Wow," Dean didn't sound pleased.

"What?" Sam was obvious to the hurt Dean was feeling.

"You don't remember, do you?" Dean began. "You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when Dad came home," Dean scoffs, meaning he probably got told off, and maybe a beating. I didn't want to intervene, this was a family drama. A sigh came from Sam, as I felt Dean shuffle from behind.

"Dean, look – I'm sorry. I-I never thought about it like that," Sam apologized for his past behavior.

"Forgot it. Let's roll," Dean brushed him off, not wanting to talk about it. He strode to the door, and pushed it open, exiting the cabin.

"Bye Bones," I leaned forward, and kissed the dog on the head. Giving him one last good pet before I left. "He'll be alright," I turned my gaze to Sam, as his eyes connected with mine. "Give it time," I placed a hand on his leg, before standing up. I headed for the door, and followed in Dean's footsteps.

Once I stepped out of the door, a blinding light pierced my vision. However, it lasted a moment, but I soon found myself in front of a small cottage. A cottage that I hadn't seen in centuries. I peer down to see that I was not dressed in my modern clothes, but that of a tattered hand-me-down dress. But nevertheless it was still beautiful.

"Where are we?" Dean spoke with a grumpy tone. Before he turned to look at me, eyes widening. Sam noticed and brought his head around to stare at me. I could feel my hair plaited, and came down the front. It held wild flowers throughout. I looked and felt like a Disney princess.

"Is-is this your memory?" Sam questioned looking back at the cottage then back to me.

"Yes," was my reply, as there was no way of hiding this "Before everything that happened," my voice was low as I stepped forward, passing the boys and coming to the front of the small cottage we had.

"Abigael!" My mothers sweet voice rang freely from behind, and I spun on the spot immediately as I heard her. Her brown warm eyes beckoned me, her features young, and still beautiful. "Are you going to help my child?" She spoke with a soft smile, as I noticed the basket she was carrying full of food from the garden we grew. Instinctively, I rushed past the boys, and to my mother, grabbing the basket easily from her, and to me it weighed nothing. "You are growing up so fast," she states, cupping my cheeks into her warm hands. "But there is still danger that lurks in the shadows, and I-"

"I know Mother," it was like an automatic thing, the memory was clear as day in my mind. "I am very capable of navigating thy world. If we were not cloaked from the eyes of man," Mother offered a weary smile, clutching my cheeks playful, squeezing them.

"I protect thee from thy world, as all Mother's do," she responded with a sweet tone. Her warm touch dropped from my cheeks, which were now rosy. "As thee will do with thy own child," she states, but my face dropped. She just smiles widely, and walks up to the cottage, and enters.

Without realizing it, tears shed from my eyes, and rolled down my rosy cheeks. All the boys could do was watch from the side, and process everything they saw. I dropped the basket from my hands, as I had seen enough.

In the blink of an eye, the world around us changed, and we were no longer in Surrey England, but back on a road. Now dark out, and I returned to my modern day clothing. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, and dared not face the Winchesters. So, I turned my back on them, not wanting to face them.

"What memory is this?" Dean spoke after a few moments of silence.

"No idea," Sam replied, sniffling for a moment. "All right. Come on," Sam was eager to go. "Dean... Road, God. Remember?"

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute," Dean was realizing where he was. "This? This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it?" Dean didn't sound too happy, that this was a good memory for Sam. "This is your idea of Heaven? Wow... This was, like, one of the worst nights of my life," Dean laughed through the end of his words, not finding it funny.

"I can't control this stuff," it was Sam's defense.

"Seriously?" Dean didn't sound happy. "This is a happy memory for you?" Dean couldn't believe it, nor did he want to.

"I don't know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad,"

"Yeah, he wasn't the only one you got away from," Dean retorted.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I-I just." Sam was at a loss for words, as nothing could make Dean feel better. The past was in the past, it was done.

"Oh, I know – Y-You didn't think of it like that," Dean quotes Sam's earlier defense.

"Dean-"

"Come on! Your heaven is somebody else's thanksgiving, ok? It's bailing on your family. What do you want me to say? Dean shot at him, his tone raised, as he clearly wasn't holding back.

"Look, man. I never got the crusts cut off my PB&J. I... I-I just don't look at family they way you do,"

"Yeah, but I'm your family... We're supposed to be a team. It's supposed to be you and me against the world, right?" I think Dean's heart was breaking.

"Dean... It is," Sam clarified, but the air became silent, the only sound was the crickets, and the slight wind.

"Is it?" He finally asks, as Sam sighed. I couldn't really wage in on this, it wasn't my business. Suddenly, a bright light beamed from the sky, and pointed right at us. We knew who it was, and that we were screwed.

"Run!" I finally spoke since stepping into this memory. Dean, Sam and I all sprinted for the forest nearby. We ran as fast as our legs could carry us, stepping on twigs, snapping leaves off their bushes. We ran a good few meters into the wood, jumping over a knocked down tree, and quickly planting our arses onto the ground. I was sitting in the middle of the boys, while we all caught our breaths.

"Wow. Running from Angels,"Zach's voice echoed from nearby. "On foot. In Heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that, I'm surprised you boys haven't stopped the apocalypse already," Zach was so smug, and annoying. He snaps his fingers, and night turns to day in a blink of an eye. "Guys, what's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that's all," The three of us straightened up, and turned our heads behind to see the back of Zach, before he began to turn - which made us all duck back down. "I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. And kill that half-breed who dares enter Heaven," he was surely angry with me being here. "You're on my turf now, boys. And by the time I'm through with you, you're gonna be begging to say 'yes'." the boys lifted up and peered behind, seeing the back of him, as Dean told us to 'Go'.

We dashed from our spot, and ran through the forest, now seeing it clear due to the fact it was day. I followed the boys close by, and we suddenly stopped seeing Zachariah pop up out of nowhere.

"Guys, come on. You can run, but you can't run," he was smug, and I just wanted to kick his teeth in. But atlas, I could not. We turned on the spot, and ran from our position, heading the way we came. I brushed passed bushes, and branches, until we skidded to a stop to see a macho-man in a mask and cape.

"Shh," he told us, holding an index finger to his mask. "Hurry! This way!" He beckons us to follow. We didn't have time to argue among ourselves, as we followed the masked man to a nearby outhouse. He began to use a piece of chalk to draw a symbol on it. Wasn't neat or anything, but once it was drawn he opened the door. And rushed inside. The three of us rushed in after him. My eyes adjusted to that of a bar, it was darker, but there was some light entering the place.

"Wait – who are you?" Sam asks, as the man begins to take off his mask, and cape. He threw the mask onto the bar counter, and with flair threw his cape behind him.

"Buenos Dias, bitches," his accent was southern, and it was kind of hot.

"Ash?" Sam states, meaning they must know him. Suddenly, he claps his hands together, and the lights come on, illuminating the whole bar.

"Welcome to my blue Heaven." Ash states, his arms up and out, gesturing to the bar. His eyes went to mine, and lust immediately replaced them. "And who is your beautiful little friend," his eyes lingered, with hunger in them. He was bold and kinda exciting, he had that energy about him. I arched up an eyebrow with seduction lacing my expression.

"Abigael," I replied, the seduction traveling to my tone.

"Well, well, it seems my Heaven just got a whole lot better," he states, his eyes hungrily, ravishing my body, taking me all in. Just like that, Ash was my new favorite fella...

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