Heaven (A Destiel fanfiction)

Heaven

So here's the story, all about how DESTIEL BECAME CANNON BABY!!!!!

I HAD to write about them in heaven together.

No, you don't understand....I HAD TO!

For those of you who don't know about the ending of Supernatural, a lot of people are not satisfied with it and I completly understand why.

The people who criticise it have valid and good points. One of them beeing Deans complete lack of reaction upon finding out about the fact that Castiel (His best friend who just confessed his love to him and then got sucked into the empty) is acually in heaven, which means they still get to talk to each other and see each.

So...please enjoy this story about them in heaven together! Because when it comes down to it...sometimes fanfiction is all we have to grief over an ending that could haven given us so much but endet up dissapointing many.

"Well, at least I made it to heaven..." Dean muttered after wakeing up from warm sunbeams on his face.

The last thing he remembered was beeing in so much pain, a long thinck iron rod impaleing him from behind, sucking his life out of him with every breath he took as he struggled to get the words out to his baby brother Sam.

His last words, his last goodbye to his beloved brother.

He remembered beeing so hot, yet so cold and fadeing into black with every second.

By the time Sam told him it was okay, that he could go now...Dean was barely able to even see him.

But he felt his hand on his own and he heard his voice and that is all he needet to do something he never did before.

He willingly let go and let Death break his fall.

Pretty soon after that...he was warm again.

He stood in the midde of lush green trees.

There was sun, there was wind and there was warmth.

Weird...that was not the heaven he remembered.

A familiar voice, dragged him out of his thoghts. A voice he didn't think he'd hear again.

It was Bobby, inviting him to sit down with him, have a beer on the porch that belonged to the hut that was suddently there.

Dean could have sworn that neither the house, nor Bobby, nor the beer, nor the chairs have been there just a second ago.

But Dean sat down and had a chat with the only real father figure he ever had. He learned about Heaven not beeing what it used to be anymore, in the best possible way.

Apparantly Jack had come here and begun to tear down all the walls and connect all heavens with each other. Heaven wasn't just reliving your best memorys over and over again anymore. It was a place for people to come together and live in peace after death.

"It's not just heaven..." Bobby had said.

"...It's the heaven you deserve."

Dean smiled at that and took a sip from the beer in his hand.

He didn't know if it was because he was in heaven or because he didn't have beer in a while...but that beer was the best he ever had. All of his favorite things about the taste of beer were just slightly more intense and the bitterness a bit weaker.