(A/N Not Cass sorryy!)

We were on a case about zombies popping up around where Bobby lives. I shit you not-zombies. While we were questioning some guy, we were made by the Sheriff of the town, Sheriff Jody Mills, who apparently not only knew, but also hated Bobby. It was a small dent in our investigation, but we got back to it.

We tried to kill one of the zombie guys who had killed someone else, but were arrested by, guess who, Sheriff Mills. Bobby came to bail us out and apparently in that time became friends with Sheriff Mills. Bobby brought us back to his house and apparently his dead wife had come back to life, which made him want us to back off of the case. Of course, my brothers and I knew something was up, so we tried to warn him, to which he pulled a gun on us and told us to get out.

Of course, as we'd expected, the zombies started going insane and eating peoples faces. Sam and I helped Jody. Her undead son had killed her husband; a bit tragic in my opinion. We got the rest of the zombies in the town while Dean watched Bobby and made sure he didn't get hurt. Apparently, Bobby had had it under control and shot and killed her before she had the chance to do the same to him. I felt bad, honestly. It was the second time he had to kill his wife... It was pretty heartbreaking.

But then Bobby told us what she had said to him before she died. Death-yes, the Death-had given her a message for him. Death had come for Bobby; to kill him or scare him so much he backed off. To get him out of the picture, our picture.

~

I woke up to the voice of someone unfamiliar, opening one eye. I saw Sam already awake while Dean sat up and I sat up as well. Sam and I had shared a bed this time, a switch from sharing with Dean like normal. I looked around to see two men in black ski masks with guns aimed at us.

"Mornin'." Dean said groggily.

"Shut up." The man on his side ordered and I looked at the two, too tired to do anything angrily. "Hands where I can see 'em." he said to Dean, who raised his hands. The man then looked at me and I rolled my eyes and raised my hands as well.

"Wait a minute." Dean said after a moment, fully sitting up. "Is that you, Roy?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes at the man, somewhat confused. Why would a hunter come after us? Then it hit me and I glanced at Sam, scooting closer unconsciously as my protective side kicked in. "It is, isn't it?" Dean asked again when Roy didn't answer; Dean being the sassy little shit he is. "Which makes you Walt." he said, looking at the other man in a ski mask; the one on mine and Sam's side with a grin. "Hiya Walt."

Walt and Roy glanced at each other before turning their attention to us again.

"Don't matter." Walt said, lifting his ski mask to show his face and Roy did the same.

"Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked and glanced at me, knowing I'd back him up.

"Yeah, they do look a bit upset, don't ya think Sammy?" I asked, nudging Sam, who simply bitch faced at both of us.

"You think you can flip the switch on the apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" Walt asked Sam and I knew my theory was correct.

"Who told you that?" Sam asked, looking at him with his master puppy dog eyes, which didn't seem to work on Walt.

"We ain't the only hunters after you." Walt replied and they both cocked their gun.

"See you in the next life."

"Okay, hon. We can calm down and talk about this." I said, trying to reach for Sam in any way possible, protective.

"Hear me out, I can explain, okay?" Sam asked and he lowered the shotgun a tiny bit. "Please." Sam begged with those award winning puppy dog eyes. Roy looked at Walt and they just stared for a moment before Walt pulled the trigger twice and Sam was down.

"Sammy!" I screamed, leaning over him to check if he was still breathing before Walt pulled me back. I guess Dean had tried to see too because I heard Roy try to tell him to stay, but I just stared at my brother with tears in my eyes.

"Shoot him." Walt said when he hesitated to shoot Dean and I looked at the two as Walt finally let go of me.

"Killing Sam was right, but Dean and Rhett-"

"He made us, and we just snuffed their brother, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing the Winchester's are on your ass? 'Cause I don't." Walt said, cutting off his partner. "Shoot him." Walt said and I glared at him and his partner. Dean looked at me and I nodded before he looked at Roy.

"Go ahead, Roy. Do it. But I'm gonna warn you-when I come back... I'm gonna be pissed." Dean said in a dangerously low tone and I went to reach out to him, but Walt grabbed me once again. "Come on!" Dean shouted. "Let's get this show on the road."

"Come on, already." Walt said, letting go of me to cock his gun before shooting Dean. I stayed silent this time, just watching sadly as he went limp. Then I was the only one left. I stood to my full height, still shorter than them and glared at them. Walt cocked his shotgun and aimed it at me, but I didn't stand down. He shot me and I went tumbling back as blood started seeping through my shirt. The pain was almost unbearable, but I stayed standing.

"My angel's not going to be happy, Walt." I said and I don't know if it was from the fact that I was still alive or something else, but they both paled as he cocked the gun once more and shot at me, as did Roy. I was still going strong, taking Roy's gun and whacking him over the head with it as he collapsed, before looking at Walt. He emptied the rest of his ammunition before I finally fell down and, with one more shot from Roy's gun, everything went white.

~

I jumped awake and looked around. I was in some dingy motel room, laying on the couch. I heard voices around me, one specific voice that shocked me.

Dad.

I sat up and looked over the couch to see dad and a very young Dean in the kitchen. Dad was teaching him how to cook mac and cheese for me and Sam. Dad noticed me and smiled, waving before Dean noticed as well and grinned, running over to me. He was so small, but he hopped over the couch and hugged me like I was tiny in his arms.

"Did you have a good nap?" I heard dad asked as I stood up and took Dean's hand in mine. It finally clicked and I remembered everything. I looked at Dad and nodded.

"Yeah, I dreamt about dragons." I said and walked over to him, hugging him. "Can I help?" I asked.

Dad had never wanted to teach me anything extra. It took him forever before he even let me hold a gun; later than Sam. It was always me that asked. He always put all the extra weight on Dean because Dean was the oldest, but I always tried my best to help and if Dean was in any trouble, especially if it was bad, I would take the blame.

Dad smiled weakly and nodded while he spoke, "Sure, yeah." he replied.

"Where's Sammy?" I asked, looking around.

"He's asleep in bed." dad replied and it was then that I noticed how late it was. Almost one in the morning. Dean was only ten in this dream, I had been eight when it happened and Sam was six.

"Shouldn't Dean be asleep too?" I asked him curiously and he looked at Dean; as did I. I hadn't realized it when I was younger and naive, but there were bags forming under Dean's eyes. He looked so utterly exhausted.

"Dean's a man. He can handle it."

I frowned, but before anything else could happen, I heard the door open and close. It didn't seem to me that the two of them had heard it. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked away to see what it was. At the door I saw a fully grown Dean.

"Dean?" I asked and he smiled at me.

"Henry, thank God you're here." Dean said and walked closer to me to hug me, but I glanced at dad one last time before pushing Dean a bit so he wouldn't see.

"Let's go outside." I said and he cocked an eyebrow, pushing past me to see and despite what I thought his reaction would be, he smiled a bit. "Wait, why are you in my dream?" I finally asked. I had forgotten that it's weird to be in dreams because of me jumping into their dreams and Cass jumping into mine.

"Because it's not a dream. I'll tell you about it, but first we have to find Sam. Come on." he said and pulled me along with him outside. I looked at him confused.

"What do you mean it's not a dream?" I asked and he looked at me with a sigh.

"We're in heaven."

~

We pulled up to a somewhat big house and upon walking in, saw Sam eating with a family that I'd never seen before. I looked at Dean and he rolled his eyes before leaning against the door frame. I watched as a girl, around maybe twelve or thirteen, put her hand on Sam's thigh and then look very proud of herself as he kicked his knee up uncomfortably.

"Wow. Just... Wow." Dean said and I smirked a bit as I walked beside him, crossing my arms while raising my eyebrows at him.

"Dean? Rhett? What are you guys doing in my dream?" Sam asked, utterly confused. Dean winked at him and turned, motioning for him to follow.

He then explained to him that we're in heaven before I cut him off.

"Okay, hold up. How do you know we're in Heaven?" I asked and he sighed.

"Cass got in contact and told me. I didn't even know you were dead until he told me you were." he replied and I shook my head, frowning slightly.

"Heaven?" Sam asked, getting a grip on everything that was going on.

"Yep." Dean confirmed, turning to Sam.

"Okay, how are we in heaven?" Sam asked.

"All that clean living, I guess." Dean said and I snorted a laugh.

"No, No. Um... Okay. You, I get. Sure." Sam said to Dean then turned to me, "But you're part angel and part demon, so shouldn't you be wherever angels or demons go-"

"I'm still 10% human. Maybe this is where that comes to play." I shrugged, not really knowing myself how I ended up here.

"Okay, and me? Maybe you haven't noticed, but, um... I've... Done a few things." Sam said and I frowned a bit, stuffing my hands in my pocket.

"You thought you were doing the right thing." Dean argued.

"Last I checked, it wasn't the road to heaven that was paved with good intentions." Sam retorted and I let out a sigh, moving away from them to look at the place and try to see if I saw anything remotely interesting.

"Yeah, well, if this is the SkyMall, it sucks. I mean, where's the triplets and the latex, you know? Come on. A guy has needs." Dean complained and I grimaced.

"I actually think where I was was quite nice." I said with a small smile.

"Yeah, other than dad being there." Dean muttered under his breath, hoping I wouldn't mind. I frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Sam looked back into the room with the family I'd never seen before back to us as I stopped looking around and made my way back to them.

"You know, when you bite dust, they say your life flashes before your eyes." Sam said and it only took me a second before I caught on to where he was going with this.

"Your point?" Dean asked, seemingly confused.

"This house-it's one of my memories."

"When I woke up, I woke up in one of my memories." Dean said, catching on. "The fourth of July that we burned down that field." Dean added and I smiled, remembering that day.

"I woke up the day dad taught you and me to cook mac and cheese." I said to Dean and he smiled slightly at the memory.

"Well, maybe that's what heaven is; a place where you relive your greatest hits." Sam said and I raised an eyebrow at him, glancing between him and the family eating dinner in the other room and hoping he'd catch on.

"Wait, so, playing footsies with brace-face in there, t-that-that's a trophy moment for you?" Dean asked and I covered my mouth to hold in a laugh.

"Guys, I was eleven years old. This was my first real Thanksgiving." Sam said and the laugh went away as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What are you talking about? We had Thanksgiving every year." Dean said, obviously as confused as I was.

"We had a bucket of extra crispy, and dad passed out on the couch." Sam said and I frowned.

"And I would make stuff if we had the supplies for it." I argued, trying to be useful.

"Yeah, but most of the time you'd burn it so dad told you you couldn't cook anymore because he didn't want to put out more fires." Sam said and I shrugged in acknowledgement.

"Still." I mumbled. Before we could continue our little argument, we all began to hear rumbling and I looked around, somewhat worried.

"I don't remember this." Sam said. The entire house started shaking before the lights went out, the only lights coming from the outside like flashlights peering in to see who's home.

"I think this is our cue to hide." I said and began looking for the nearest hiding spot as Sam agreed with me with a single, "Yep."

We all ducked behind the nearest thing we could and waited for whatever was passing to go away. Things fell off the walls and lamps were knocked over, but it finally passed after a little bit of time. I looked at my brothers, wondering what happened as we stood up, them helping me as if I needed the help. We looked around and Dean began walking to a radio in the corner of the room as Sam spoke.

"Okay. Uh, what the Hell was that?" he asked, seeming freaked out.

"It was a bright light and earth quake thing, Sam. Keep up." I said sarcastically as I watched what Dean was doing. He crouched down by the radio and Sam rolled his eyes at my remark.

"I don't know what that was, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs." he said before hitting the radio gently. "Cass?" he asked and I perked up slightly.

"Cass?" I asked, confused as to why he was trying to communicate with him via old radio.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked him and I shrugged.

"What's it look like?" Dean asked, not taking any of Sam's shit.

"Like you've lost your mind." Sam replied, obviously not taking any of Dean's shit either.

"Yeah, everybody knows you talk to angel's via Television." I joked around as Dean shook his head, done with my shit as well.

"Cass talked to me before using this-this "phone home" radio thing, so I--Cass!" Dean shouted at the radio again.

"I can hear you." I heard his voice from somewhere else and looked up to see his face in the TV.

"Oh, my God. I was right." I said with wide eyes as we wall rushed to the TV.

"Hey. Cass, hey. So, uh, so, I found Sam and Henry, b-but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light-" Dean started, but Cass cut him off.

"Don't go into the light." He said quickly and I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Okay. Thanks... Carol Anne. What was it?" Dean asked.

"Not what--who. Zachariah. He's searching for you." Cass explained, to which I frowned.

"A-And if he finds us?" Sam asked, seeming more worried than curious or confused.

"You can't say yes to Michael and Lucifer if your dead, so Zachariah needs to return you two to your bodies." Cass explained further and I frowned.

"What about me?" I asked and both Sam and Dean looked at me.

"I honestly don't even know how you got there." Cass said, a little lost and I frowned. "But you are an extremely powerful weapon. Perhaps he would return you as well." he added.

"Great, problem solved." Sam said, but I had a feeling that there was more to it.

"No, you don't understand. Y-You're behind the wall. This is a rare opportunity." he argued.

"For what?" Dean asked, confused.

"You need to find an angel. His name is Joshua." Cass said, totally disregarding Dean's question.

"Hey, man, no offense, but we are kind of ass-full of angels, okay? You find him." Dean informed him.

"I can't." Cass said simply. "I can't return to Heaven."  he added and I frowned.

"If you could, and this is hypothetical, of course, would you be able to get us out?" I asked and he just kind of looked away as if avoiding looking into my eyes even though he was in a television set.

"So, what's so important about Joshua?" Sam asked after noticing some awkward tension.

"The rumor is, he talks to God." Cass replied and I glared at him a tiny bit.

"And? So?" Dean asked, seemingly not getting the point. I mentally face palmed myself at my brothers stupidity.

"You think maybe, just maybe, we should find out what the Hell God has been saying?" Cass asked with so much sass, my eyes widened as I looked at both Sam and Dean, who also looked shook.

"Jeez. Touchy." Dean said quietly, just so that Sam and I could hear.

"Please. I just need you to follow the road." Cass begged.

"What road?" Sam asked and I realized he hadn't been outside of this house yet.

"It's called the axis mundi. It's a path that runs through Heaven. Different people see it as different things. For you, it's two-lane asphalt. The road will lead you to the garden. You'll find Joshua there. And Joshua... He can take us to God." Cass explained before his picture started to faze out and all I heard him say next was, "The Garden. Please. Hurry." and then the TV went black.

"I think we need to find the Garden." I said, purposely pointing out the obvious by restating what Cass had already said. Sam gave me a bitch face and just shook off my comment with a sigh.

"So, w-what do you think?" Sam asked me and Dean for our honest opinion and not just my childish stupidity.

"I think we hit the yellow bricks, find this Joshua cat." Dean replied, going with what Cass said.

"Seconded." I agreed, raising my hand a little bit.

"Really?" Sam asked us, sounding unsure of something.

"What, you don't?" Dean questioned, confused.

"No, I, uh, I'm just surprised you do. I mean, last I checked, you wanted to break God's nose. Now, you think he can help?" Sam asked, mainly Dean before looking at me. "Both of you?"

"He's the only one that can. I mean, come on, Sam. We are all royally boned. So prayer--a last hope of a desperate man." Dean said, which made me a bit sad. I put a hand on both of their shoulders and they turned their attention to me.

"As much as I would really love to keep chatting about this, I think we should get gone before they come back and find us because I don't want to find out what will happen if they do." I said and they gave each other that glance that meant I was right before we all left the house.

As we walked out, instead of the street which was there before, we were surrounded by trees; stranded in a forest.

"Wasn't there a street out here?" Sam asked and Dean and I looked at each other.

"There was." we answered in unison before looking back out into the forest. Dean turned on his heel, walking back into the house as he began to look around. Sam and I gave each other matching confused looks before following him.

"Dean?" Sam asked. "What are you doing?" Dean turned from the room he was looking in and walked to a closet while he answered.

"Looking for a road."

"Yeah, you think the road is in a closet?" I asked, confused. He turned on a light in the closet and turned back to us.

"We're in heaven, guys, okay? Our memories are coming true, Cass is on TV. Finding a road in a closet would be pretty much the most," he paused as he looked in the closet, as did me and Sam. There was a little toy track with toy cars, "normal thing to happen to us today." Dean finished his sentence and crouched down to the track.

"There's your road." I said with a slight laugh, but Dean seemed somewhat... distraught?

"What?" asked Sam, leaning down to look as Dean picked up a blue toy car.

"I used to have one of these... When I was a kid." Dean explained as he put the car on the track. I vaguely remembered it, but just barely. He picked up a controller and began driving the car around the road. I almost could feel my clothes shift on me and glanced down. Suddenly I was in a rather puffy pink dress, which made my eyes widen.

"That was the road?" Sam confirmed my thoughts, not having seen me yet as they were both turned away from me.

"I guess." Dean said and I cleared my throat.

"Um... Guys..." I said, fidgeting in the dress. They were also in different clothes, Sam's were his normal clothes, and Dean's looked pretty normal from where I was standing. They quickly stood up and looked at me, their eyes widening.

"Whoa." Dean said and I nodded.

"When have I ever worn this?" I practically whimpered. I couldn't even remember the last time I wore a dress other than maybe some elegant looking dress for undercover cases.

Dean grinned and looked at Sam. "Pretty trippy, right?" he asked as Sam just stared at me. It came to my attention that he had never seen me in something like this. I uncomfortably tried to pull at the dress.

"Yeah." he finally answered and looked away from me and at Dean, as did I. It was then that I noticed his shirt and grinned, trying to hold in a giggle. "More trippy--um... apparently... you, "wuv hugz"." Sam said, reading his shirt out as it was written and I finally bursted out in a laughing fit as Dean looked down at his shirt. He then looked up and gave me a warning glare, making my mouth shut almost instantly.

"Shut up." he said to both of us and I grinned, biting my lip so I wouldn't end up laughing again. Dean then looked around and paused. "Wait a minute. I know where we are." he said, to which I raised an eyebrow, looking around. I vaguely recognized the place, but it took me a moment to realize what it was.

"Where?" Sam asked and I frowned.

"We're home..." I said quietly, walking past them and to the door as I heard a voice call both me and Dean. I practically felt tears well in my eyes as I instantly recognized the voice. After all these years, I had forgotten her voice, the voice I'd listened to the first two years of my life, but upon hearing it, it struck a cord in me that I couldn't describe. The door opened and there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Mom.

"Hey Dean, Rhett, you guys hungry?" she asked, looking from me and Dean, looking us straight in the eyes. I know I had just technically seen her not long ago, but this was the Mary that I knew. This was my mom.

"Mom?" I asked with a waver in my voice and she smiled as she leaned against the door frame.

We walked with her downstairs. She had made PB&J for Dean's four-year-old self and the same for me, but mine was cut into quarters and didn't have crust as I would have only been around two at the time. She poured milk for Dean and had a sippy cup for me, which my 32 year-year-old self wasn't about to drink out of. She looked at Dean with a knowing smile.

"You want the crusts cut off too?" she asked him.

"Yeah, I... I'd love that." he said happily. He was enjoying this so much, as was I, but I was also trying not to cry at the fact that she was so much more attached to Dean than me at this point, and hadn't even acknowledged Sam. It wasn't his memory.

"Mom?" he asked, but she didn't look up from cutting the crusts... Didn't even flinch, but Dean and I looked up at him.

"I guess it's not your memory, Sam. Sorry." Dean said, still looking at mom, who had smiled at him.

"Mom?" I asked, making sure it was mine, but she looked at me.

"You need something sweetie?" she asked and I about broke as I finally remembered everything about this memory.

"Where's dad?" I asked softly. Her smile faltered for a second, something my two-year-old self had failed to notice before.

"He's at work, honey." she said, but we all knew it was a lie. I looked at Dean, who was clenching his jaw.

"Dean, Rhett, uh... We should... Go--keep looking for the road." Sam said softly.

"He... He's right." I agreed and Dean looked at us, but not directly, nodding.

"I know, just-just give me a minute, okay?" he said and I frowned. I didn't remember much from this memory, but I didn't like it.

"Dean-"

"Sam, please. One minute." Dean said, cutting Sam off from whatever he was going to say. Sam nodded, frowning. Mom walked away after ruffling both of our hair. Then the phone began to ring and I looked down at the PB&J in front of me. I didn't feel like eating it. I looked back up at mom as she answered the phone with a simple, "Hello?"

We couldn't hear the other end, but then she said, "No, John." and I knew she was talking to dad. "We're not having this conversation again... Time to think about what?... You have two boys and a little girl at home." she spoke on the phone. I think at the time of this happening when I was younger, I had never realized that dad was who she was talking to. I was so young and naive.

"I remember this." Dean said, causing both me and Sam to look at him, waiting for what he would say next. "Mom and dad were fighting, and then he moved out for a couple days." Dean said.

It seemed like since dad had died the only things I heard about him were bad things. I had always loved dad, but I never realized half the things he did as abusive neglect to us. I simply knew he didn't mean it.

"Dad always said they had the perfect marriage." Sam said, seeming a tiny bit confused as to why dad had never talked about them fighting or anything.

"It wasn't perfect until after she died." Dean responded.

"Fine. Then don't... There's nothing more to talk about." she took a moment before slamming the phone back down to hang up with dad. I heard her sniffle, obviously upset by something he had said.

"What happens next?" Sam asked. Instead of answering, Dean stood up from his seat and walked over to her.

"It's okay, mom." he said softly, hugging her. "Dad still loves you. I love you too... So does Henry." he added. "We'll never leave you."

It was at that moment that it occurred to me that Dean had been picking up our father's messes since the very beginning. It didn't start with hunting, it started with life. I looked down and wiped my eyes, which I hadn't realized had been tearing up again until just now, as they pulled away.

"You... are my little angel." I heard mom say to Dean, which almost broke my heart. "How 'bout some pie?" she asked, looking at me as well, and I smiled. Dean walked back over to us and I stood up.

"You ready to leave, yet?" I asked him softly and he nodded. I smiled sadly and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug, to which he soon hugged back. We stayed there a moment before pulling away and turning to Sam. "Let's go, Sammy."

We began looking around the house for something like a road that could take us somewhere else. Dean and I both found nothing, so we went to see how Sam was doing. He held up a greeting card.

"I've seen this somewhere before."

"Where?" Dean and I asked almost in unison. I felt my clothes shift again as the surroundings changed in a split second and I looked down at them. I was now wearing a Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt with a black and white plaid shirt and black ripped skinny jeans with some old combat boots. My normal clothes. The boys were also wearing their normal clothes, which made me smile.

I looked around, wondering where the hell we were. It looked like the inside of some small house or apartment. I then looked at Sam since this was obviously his memory if he recognized the greeting card.

"Where are we?" I asked before Dean could beat me to it.

"No way." Sam said happily. I heard a dog whine and instantly snapped my head in the direction, my eyes widening in excitement as I saw a golden retriever run out.

"Puppy!" I shouted happily. I loved dogs, and only didn't own one because of our work and the fact that Dean always said no.

Sam gasped and immediately crouched, crying out, "Bones! Hey, come here! Come here!" He called the dog, who went straight to him. I glanced at Dean to see that he looked extremely distraught as if trying to remember when this happened.

"Bones?" he asked skeptically, interrupting Sam who was very much enjoying the dog's company at the moment.

"Yeah. Bones was my dog. Hey!" Sam explained happily, standing up and looking in a pizza box to feed the dog.

"Your-your dog?" Dean questioned once more, utterly confused. I was a little bit confused, but more so didn't understand why Dean seemed so upset about it.

"Yeah."

"Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asked and I practically froze in my spot, remembering what had happened now. Dean had a reason to be upset.

"Yeah." Sam answered and went back to loving on his dog.

"Dean, whatever you're about to say next, think it through." I whispered, knowing he'd be pissed.

"This is a good memory for you?" he asked.

"Yeah! I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived off funyuns and Mr. Pibb." Sam answered truthfully.

"Wow." Dean mumbled.

"Dean..."

I remembered what had happened. We had lost Sam and, like always, dad blamed it solely on Dean, as Dean was the oldest.

"What?" Sam asked, confused as to why the both of us were acting so strange as he continued to pet the dog.

"You don't remember, do you? You ran away on my watch-"

"Our watch." I corrected, not wanting Dean to blame it all on himself like dad had done.

"My watch!" Dean practically shouted at me before looking back at Sam. "We looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when dad came home..." Dean scoffed, forcing a smile as I looked down. Sam looked like he felt guilty, and as much as I hated either of my brother's being upset, he should have. Dean turned and looked at me, then the door as Sam sighed.

"Dean, look--I'm sorry. I-I never thought about it like that." Sam apologized.

"Forget it. Let's roll."  Dean replied, walking to the door. Sam sat there for another moment to feed his dog as I waited for him. He stood up and walked with me.

"Do you feel bad?" I asked and he glanced down at me.

"A-a little bit. Yeah." he said truthfully and I nodded.

"Good." I replied and walked to catch up with Dean. I loved Sam, and I loved dad, but I hated how he treated Dean like he was a lower class citizen.

Outside was dark, which was confusing considering just a second ago while we were inside sunshine was shining through the window blinds. We were standing in front of an small, old and broken down white house, which I didn't remember.

"What memory is this?" Dean asked, looking around in confusion.

"No idea."  Sam said, sniffed, then continued. "All right. Come on." he said and tried to walk away, but Dean wouldn't budge.

"Dean?" I asked, confused as to what was going on with him.

"Road, God. Remember?" Sam asked as Dean very slowly turned around to him.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Dean said, seeming to recognize something. He looked around a little longer before looking at Sam. "This? This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn't it?" he asked. Sam didn't answer, but by the look on his face, I could tell Dean was right. "This is your idea of Heaven? Wow..." Dean forced a chuckle. "This was, like, one of the worst nights of my life."

"I can't control this stuff." Sam asked, which ticked Dean (and me) off more than we already were.

"Yes, you can, Sam. You do control this. This is what you love. None of your memories so far have had your actual family in them because that's not what you love. You love being normal, but fact is, you're not." I said angrily, cutting Dean off from saying something as I pushed past them and stomped down the road unhappily. I leaned against a tree as they continued to argue, running a hand through my hair. "God, Cass, I need you.." I mumbled to myself as I knew he wouldn't be able to hear. Suddenly a bright light shined down on my brothers and my head snapped in their direction. Then one shined on me and I had to shield my eyes because of how bright it was. "I think we've been found out!" I called to them and they began running, as did I.

I caught up to them and smiled happily at them.

"Why are you so giddy?" Dean asked.

"Because if you dumb asses would stop arguing once in a while, maybe we wouldn't be running away from angels!" don't get me wrong, I know I contributed to that too, but most of the time I tried to hold in my argument, and if I did let it out, it would normally be one short burst of anger and I wouldn't draw it out any longer.

We ran into the woods and sprinted like we were running for our lives because... well... we were, kind of. They jumped over a log and hid behind it as I tripped over and fell in front of them. They both pulled me back and Dean covered my mouth to muffle my groans of pain. I listened, trying to calm my ragged breathing as I heard footsteps.

"Wow." Zachariah's voice rang through the woods. "Running from angels... On foot... In Heaven." he said and I wasn't sure if he was impressed or disappointed and quite honestly, they were both creepy options. "With out of-of-the-box thinking like that, I'm surprised you guys haven't stopped the apocalypse already." with that, I heard the snap of his fingers and the dark night sky surrounding us immediately changed to daylight. "Guys, what's the problem?" he laughed. "I just want to send you back to Earth. That's all."

Sam, Dean, and I poked our heads over the log to look at him and see how far away he was. He was, at most, ten feet away and facing away from us, and I was really hoping that he couldn't feel whatever angel grace I had.

"I mean," he turned around and we quickly ducked our heads in hopes that he won't see us, "that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You're on my turf, now. And by the time I'm through with you boys, you're gonna be begging to say "yes"... And Henrietta, you'll be joining us, especially after I get through with you."  I didn't even stick around for what he had to say next as we all began running once again, me in the lead as I was the smallest which made me faster. I heard Sam urge Dean to hurry, but I stopped as I saw Zachariah appear in front of us. My brothers bumped into me a bit and I recoiled away from the disgusting angel. "Guys, come on. You can run, but you can't run." he said, but that didn't stop me from pushing through Sam and Dean and sprinting away in the opposite direction with them close behind.

We all stopped once again as now someone else stood in our way. I furrowed my eyebrows at the person. They were small and skinny, taller than me, but shorter than Sam, Dean, or Cass. They wore blue jeans, a yellow cape, and a blue Lucha Libre mask, which confused me out of my mind. They held up their hand and shushed us, so I glanced at Sam and Dean, ready to run away again if I needed to.

"Hurry! This way!" they said in the strangest accent I'd heard, but we did so. They ran to a small shed and began writing something on it with a stick of chalk. It was a some kind of symbol, but I didn't have time to inspect it too much as they ran inside and we followed. We walked in and I looked around. It was a bar that looked all too familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Wait--who are you?" Sam asked. The person quickly began taking off their mask and I was extremely surprised to see the very familiar mullet that belonged to an old friend.

"Buenos dìas, bitches."