After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Two

Dean leaves me and approaches Bobby, who stands up and holds his arms open to give Dean a warm, welcoming hug. It takes them a while before they let go of each other.
Bobby claps Dean's shoulder before he offers him a seat. "Beer?" he asks and opens a tiny freezer.
Instinctively I take a step forward to observe what they are doing. They open the bottle and throw away whatever they just removed. They cling the bottles against one another and take a sip.
"So?" The man called Bobby speaks up. "What brought you here? A Vampire? Werewolf?"
Dean huff's grinning before he answers: "You won't believe."
"Dean, there is nothing we haven't seen down there."
"True, but it was just... A nail."
"A what?"
"A big old rusty nail. During a hunt."
"Idjit!" Bobby shouts out, and he arranges himself in his chair. I have no idea what he means by the word
"Idjit," but I don't have the guts to ask, and Bobby goes on: "At least, you left as a hunter."
"Not very cheering, Bobby." and Dean takes another sip from his bottle. I watch him licking a drop of the beer from his lips, and I can feel my face getting hot again. These feelings confuse me more and more.
"I'm happy to see you, even you could have taken a little more time to come here."
"Bobby, believe me, I would rather be back again with Sammy. I can't even imagine what he is going through at the moment."
"It's Sammy. He will make it."
Dean rubs his palm over his face before he starts speaking again: "So, tell Bobby, how is life here?"
"It's heaven Dean, literally. I mean, I have this cabin, my wife is with me. And over there..." he points in the distance, "lives Rufus with his wife."
And finally, I can see Dean smiling. An honest smile. I still hide at the corner of the cabin. I just want to hear and see them without disturbing their reunion.
Then Dean asks: "And Mom and...?" But his words seem to be stuck in his throat.
"They live over there." And again, Bobby points to a place in the distance. I follow his hand with my eyes, and far away, at the foot of the mountain, I can hardly see a small house.
I can hear Dean asking: "Are they ok?"
"Of course they are. But now I have a question too. Who is this friend of yours?" and his head makes a motion to the place I try to hide.
"She is not my friend, she is an angel."
"An angel?" Bobby sounds surprised.
"Yes, it seems like Jack made a few changes in heaven."
"I know, but I didn't know they escort you now."
"Maybe Jack wants to make sure I will not get in trouble. It wouldn't surprise me." Dean answers, laughing.
I don't know what got into me, but I take a step forward and say: "No, that's not the reason."
Both men's heads turn to me, and immediately I stop in my tracks. "I'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you," I say quietly and take a step back.
"No, no, come back. What is the reason you accompany Dean?" Bobby asks, and his eyebrows make his facial expression kind of angry.
I feel something in my stomach area, and again I can't estimate where this is coming from.
I gulp and take a step forward before I say: "Jack wants to make sure that every soul coming here is greeted and accompanying as long as needed to adjust to the afterlife."
Bobby grunts: "That sounds like you learned to recite that."
"No, I didn't," I answer. "I just know what Jack wants us to do."
"So, " Bobby says again, "you are not like the angels I met before? Cruel and trying to cage someone in?" His one eyebrow is arched.
I shake my head:" No, why would I do that?"
But instead of Bobby, Dean answers: "Because he just knows that kind of angels. And to be honest, me too." His eyes land on me, and I try to hold his gaze, saying: "These angels don't exist anymore. Jack awakened me and the others as mates."
It took Dean a second, then he nods, and for the first time, he gives me a slight smile. His gaze shoots back in the direction Bobby showed before, and in his face, I can now recognize something. His forehead gets wrinkled, his eyebrows narrow, and he takes a deep breath. Then he asks quietly: "Evangeline?"
I tilt my head: "Yes?" I'm curious about what he wants.
"Can we... Would you, well, would you go there with me?" Dean looks back at me, and it's like his feelings are passed over to me. I can feel something like pain, guilt, and sorrow washing over me. When this is what he feels towards his parents, I wonder what happened on earth.
Naturally, I stretch out my arm, offering him my hand, and this time, he takes mine in his. His large hand covers mine completely, but it's a warm and tight grip that feels safe.
Dean stands up from his chair, looking back at Bobby, who looks at our intertwined hands and back to Deans' face. His mouth stands open for a second, but then he nods and says: "Go ahead, son, they will be glad to see you. Somehow at least."
Dean nods and answers: "See you later, Bobby."
After another look in the distance, Dean lets out a deep breath, and together, we leave the patio and start to walk away.