Your new friend, Ash, pulled you from building into building, writing unique markings on each door before pulling you through once again. "We need to hurry. The Angels will not be happy that I've pulled you from your Heaven. They've been watching you very carefully."

"Why?" You asked him, as he finally stopped rushing through each building. The building he had stopped in was old and worn, but comfortable. It was a bar, the wood scuffed and stained, the smell of beer, whiskey and stale bodies still permeating the air. A pool table sat off to the side, empty tables lining the rest of the area. "Wait, is this the roadhouse?" You asked him, and he nodded proudly.

"Yep, the one and only. Best bar in the country, or Heaven now, I guess." He answered, reaching over the counter and grabbing you a beer. "Now as to your first question, those Angels are tricky bastards. But you're connected with the Winchester's and Uriel had his eye on you. They want to keep you in their sights, until they can figure out what to do with you."

"I just want to go back to Sam and Dean. Can you help me with that?" You asked him, and he pulled out a fancy and unique looking laptop that had a bunch of squiggles running across its screen.

"I call this my Angel tracking device. Maybe it will help us find you a way out." He mumbled, already distracted by the laptop. Typing furiously, he ignored you, mumbling to himself, so you wandered around the bar. Everything seemed the same as it probably had been down on Earth, even down to the messy papers on the back desk. Pictures frames graced the walls, some of the patrons, but there were quite a few of a blonde girl, and an older woman with brown hair. There was one picture in particular that drew you. It had the same woman, but you could see a man with some resemblance to Sam and Dean. Standing beside him were two younger men, and it was easy to see it was Sam and Dean before you had met them.

Sam was still long and lanky, his hair unruly, a frown upon his face. Dean had been extremely good looking, even when he had been a teenager, a goofy, confident smile upon his face. He looked happier, and more carefree, a version of Dean before hunting weighed too heavily on him.

"Of course you would find that picture." Ash blurted out from beside you, making you jump sky high. "Those two only visited the roadhouse once when they were growing up. Some falling out between their dad and Ellen's husband. Didn't come back until their Dad had passed."

"So that's Ellen?" You asked, pointing to the brunette woman, and Ash nodded. "Yep, and her daughter Jo. Always thought Jo and Dean might have gotten together, but I guess that wasn't the case. But I'm glad he found you, you seem pretty cool."

"Thanks." You answered awkwardly. "What happened to Jo and Ellen? Did they burn down with the roadhouse?" You asked him, because you hadn't heard that much about them.

"Nope, I was the only one of that group to go down with the ship." Ash answered proudly. "They went down trying to kill Lucifer. At least that's what Sam and Dean told me on one of their trips up here."

"I'm sorry to hear that." You said truthfully.

"But enough chit chat. I think I've found the way out. Only problem is all the winged crusaders out looking for you." He explained, pulling on his cape and mask. Reaching over the counter, he grabbed a pile of clothes. "Maybe, we can trick them."

Slipping on the mask to match his, you threw on the faded sweatshirt as well. With your hair tucked under the mask, you hoped you were hidden enough to make it back to Earth. Back to Dean, hoping that you would be getting to see his pretty green eyes once again.

Just then Ash's laptop started beeping fanatically, and he raced over, tipping his mask up so he could read the foreign talk. "Y/N, we have a visitor." He announced just as the door blew open, and Cas stepped inside.

"Y/N, I've been looking all over for you! What are you doing here?" Cas grumbled, striding over, giving Ash a curious glance.

"Ash is going to help me return back home." You answered smugly. While you cared for Cas, greatly, he hadn't been able to help you.

"And how's he going to do that will all the Angel's scouring the halls for you? It was hard enough to get me in here to find you without them seeing." He explained.

"All we can do is try." You insisted. "I'm not going to sit up here, pretending to think everything is okay. I don't want to be away from Dean. So, I'm going to try everything in my power to get back to him, even if I have to go through Angel's to do so."

"I was afraid you would say that." Cas sighed. "Dean has given up hope that he would ever see you again, did you know that?"

"Then that makes me want to do this even more." You argued. "I saw Dean. He's blaming himself, drinking himself into a stupor every night."

Running a hand through his hair, Cas glanced up at you, and you could see that he was finally agreeing to your plan. "Fine, but I will help you as well. Dean has refused to burn your body, so that will not be a problem."

"All sounds good!" Ash exclaimed, smacking his hands together. "We'll head to the door, and soon you'll be playing on the playground once again!"

Striding over to the door, his mullet flapping around his shoulders, Ash began scribbling furiously on the door in chalk. Enochian marks soon covered every square inch before he turned to face you, a big smile upon his face. "Ready to go see your lover boy again?