Episode: Season 5 - Dark Side of the Moon Pt. 2

When I finally came to, I was sitting in the dark in the passenger seat of the Impala by Dean. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up, I glanced over at Dean who was also waking up. His green eyes were bleary and tired but otherwise, he looked fine. The radio played softly in the background - Knockin' On Heaven's Door - and I smiled at the lyrics. I always did love this song... Although maybe that was just because I heard it on Containment, I thought to myself with a shrug.

A roll of thunder sounded overhead and I noticed with a smile that Dean was wearing his brown leather jacket - the one I loved so much. Slowly, we both got out of the car and I leaned against the side of it, glancing ahead at the endless road before us.

"Dean? What's going on? How did we get here?" I asked suddenly, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

But before he could answer my question, we heard footsteps behind and turning saw a shocking but familiar face. It was Sam...but not Sam. Or at least, not Sam how we knew him. This Sam was young - about 12 years old. His face didn't hold the worries that older Sam did. He looked...carefree, happy.

" Sammy?" Dean asked cautiously.

Baby Sam smiled at him, holding a tray of what looked to be fireworks in his hands.

"Come on. Let's go!" he told us both cheerily, racing off into the woods.

Dean and I shared a look.

"Weird dream," I muttered and Dean nodded in agreement, arching his eyebrows briefly as we followed Baby Sam.

Sam plonked the tray down with the fireworks in the grass before turning to glance up at Dean.

"Got your lighter?" he asked him.

Dean frowned slightly before digging in his jacket pocket and pulling out an old, used lighter, "Whoa. I haven't seen this in years!"

Slowly, Dean lit the fuse on the firework he and Sammy held before passing one to me. He lit it and before we knew it, all of our fireworks were going off, lighting up the night sky with bright colors of pink, orange, and yellow.

Dean grinned then, watching them burst loudly in the air, "I remember this. This is Fourth of July, 1996!"

I started to laugh, shaking my head, "No way! I remember it, too,"

"Dad would never let us do anything like this. Thanks, Dean! This is great," little Sam told Dean, beaming up at his big brother.

I smiled at the two of them as Sam crushed Dean in a hug, his skinny arms wrapping around his waist. We must have spent half an hour just lighting fireworks after that, all of us screaming and laughing as we let them go off. They shot up into the air with burst of color and I grinned as I watched them. My eyes landed on Dean then and I'd never seen him look so carefree - like nothing could touch him. And it made me happier than anything. He glanced down at me then, just as fireworks went off and it lit up his face with blue and green hues, making me smile.

Suddenly, just as another set of fireworks went off, my mind zapped back to an hour ago - the gun shots, the blood, Sam, Dean, and I.... And in the blink of an eye, I was snapped back to reality. I glanced to Dean and the happiness had left his face, replaced by the serious expression he normally wore. All was quiet now - Sam, the fireworks - all of it was just gone. After that, we headed back to the Impala when suddenly, the radio hummed to life without either of us touching it.

"Dean..." it spoke and we both jumped, startled.

"Cas?" Dean asked cautiusly.

"Yeah, it's me," the voice spoke again and I rolled my eyes as we climbed into the Impala.

"You gotta stop poking around in my dreams. I need some me time," he grumbled to radio-Cas.

"Listen to me very closely. This isn't a dream," Cas told him sternly.

Dean fell silent a moment, "Then what is it?"

"Deep down, you already know,"

The memories came back in flashes once more and finally, I recalled gripping Dean's hand in mine as I slowly gave in to the darkness...

"We're dead..." I breathed out slowly in shock.

"Condolences... Wait, is that Parker?" Castiel asked and Dean nodded before remembering he couldn't see him.

"Yeah, it is. Why?"

Cas was silent for a moment, ignoring Dean's question, "...Interesting..."

"So where are we?"

"Heaven,"

"Heaven? How did I get to heaven?"

"Please, listen. This spell, this connection, it's difficult to maintain,"

"Wait. If I'm in heaven and Parker's here with me then where's Sam?"

"What do you see?"

"What do you mean?"

"Some people see a tunnel or a river. What do you see?"

"Nothing. My dash. I'm in my car, I'm on a road," Dean informed the angel.

"All right, a road. For you, it's a road. Follow it, Dean and Parker. You'll find Sam. Follow the road." Cas told us.

The connection went dead then and I sighed, looking to Dean. Shrugging in response to my unanswered question, he started up the engine.

"Follow the yellow brick road, Toto." I joked and Dean shot me a look.

It didn't take us long to find Sam and soon, we were all back together again. Unfortunately for us though, because we were in Heaven, that meant Zachariah was here, too...and he was looking for us. We went through several different Heavens of the boys and my own before coming to a wooded area. We thought we were safe...until Zachariah DID show up. Luckily, we were rescued by a man in a luchador mask who led us to a shed. Inside, surprisingly was The Roadhouse.

And when the man took off his mask, we came face-to-face with Ash. I gasped in surprise before grinning. He greeted us all, handing everyone a beer as we began to catch up and he explained the ins and outs of Heaven. As I drank my beer, I zoned out a bit - just thinking of all the memories this place held. But suddenly, I was brought back into the conversation with Ash's words.

"See, you got Winchesterland, Ashland a whole mess of Everybody-Else-Lands. Put them all together: Heaven," he explained to the three of us, "Right? At the center of it all is the Magic Kingdom. The garden,"

"So everybody gets a slice of paradise?" Dean asked him and he nodded in confirmation.

"A few people share. Special cases, whatnot," Ash shrugged and I looked up from my beer bottle at the mullet-haired redneck.

"What do you mean, special?" I asked him curiously.

"Oh, you know, like soulmates." he said matter-of-factly before continuing to tell us about the Heavens.

Dean and I shared a glance and I bit my lip before glancing back down at my drink. An embarrassed blush had formed on my face and I refused to meet those green orbs again. Dean and I were...soulmates? It made my heart flutter against my will. Ash helped us get out of Heaven after that - briefly we reunited with Pamela though before having a run-in with Zachariah only to be rescued by a new angel face, Joshua. But he revealed he couldn't be any help to us.

Before bringing us back home though, he informed us that this time, unlike the others, we would remember what had happened here. We woke up in our beds again after that, gasping for air. Glancing down at my clothes, I saw they were blood-soaked. But I breathed a sigh of relief anyway. I needed a new set of clothes but at least my heart was still beating in my chest. Castiel was so upset when he arrived and we broke the news to him.

He had hoped that God would come back after everything. We packed our things after that and I noticed Dean threw his necklace - his Samulet - into the trashcan. Frowning, I dug it out after he exited the doorway, shoving it into my pocket. A few hours later, we arrived back at Bobby's and Hal greeted me with a crushing hug.

"I was so worried. You didn't call me, I thought something was wrong," he mumbled into my hair.

Giving him a small smile, I pulled away and gazed into his brown eyes.

"I'm fine. Really. We just had a few hiccups along the way." I told him, leaving out the part about going to Heaven.

But as he smiled and pulled me back in for a hug, I couldn't help but think back to what Ash had said. About soulmates. And that, no matter how hard I tried to make it work out with Hal, he just wasn't. Because Dean Winchester still had my heart... He had all of me.