Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Sixteen: Hung Over and Asking Questions

A/N: Hidey-ho, been awhile I know but at least this one is up :). There aren't any particular warnings apart from swearing, drinking and like a boob I think no, blood in this one and there is a lovely surprize in here XXooXX

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-Re

Chapter sixteen

When I woke up, I was hung over as hell... why? Dear God... Why?

I had almost slept with Dean, been shot in the head by Sam and drunkenly confessed my feelings to Cas, all in the space of a few hours... I was hungover from life by this stage... Totally harshin' my mellow.

Thankfully I was still fully clothed when I woke up this time... unthankfully everything was uncomfortably tight and feeling funny... I need a shower... showers help people all the time.

Getting there was the challenge.

My head was heavy, my eyes were crusty and my stomach was full of regret and sadness. I barely felt the floor when I rolled out of bed but it was there hard and cold.

"But I never get hungover!" Whining into the wooden floor boards wouldn't do anything productive but I felt a little less pathetic. I stayed there a while longer, now I was just being lazy.

I had a thought. Maybe a certain feathery celestial being could help me... I felt my face flush and I lightly tapped my head on the floor. Nope. I stayed there, on the floor, just breathing through the self-inflicted aches and pains. The embarrassment of ... that Cas moment was wrapping around me vine like. The seed was planted when he first took me to the diner...

Ew. I'm not meant to like people, people are gross... he wasn't exactly a people... my stomach twisted. I'm never drinking again.

I jumped when there was a sharp buzz beside me. The floorboards vibrated violently in quick bursts and then stopped. I rolled my head and caught a fading brightness... my cell phone.

I groaned, moving limbs was not what I wanted to do right now however it was either move or wallow in self-pity and drunken indecisions... I could always wallow- I grabbed my phone. When I looked at the screen holy fuck I was thrown into the brightest void of sun stroke, it burned but I had to adjust through the tears and read... I had one message.

Anna: LOL Crack up. Swag.

Of course... I was shot in the face, sent to heaven, got drunk, was rescued by an Angel and I only have one message and a notification to play 'Farmville'... I don't know what I expected or why I was so disappointed.

I pressed call. Turning the phone on speaker, I rolled onto my side and waited for the line to connect.

"You're dead." Anna had always been my rock of positivity and reassurance... her lack of expression was noted.

"No." I groaned, "I might as well be, my head is killing me!"

"No shit," was her reply as she munched on something loudly, "You got shot in the face." She sipped loudly as if this was no big thing, as I had said, my beacon of light in the darkest of times.

"I'm glad you are so torn up about it." Flatly stated while rolling my eyes, I remembered I had a headache and groaned inwardly.

"Well honestly..." She was sucking her fingers, "I told him to shoot you so he did." I could hear her shrugging through the line.

I stopped.

"You fucking wot mate?"

"Oh riiiiiight, I didn't tell you. Doesn't it make sense that you go to Heaven for the second task? You went to Hell for the first one..."