Heaven Can Wait

Chapter One

Dean Winchester found himself in a place he had never imagined he would see - heaven. As he looked around, he was amazed at the sheer beauty of the place. The sky was a vibrant shade of blue, and the sun shone brighter than he had ever seen. Everywhere he looked, he saw stunning landscapes and lush gardens, each more breathtaking than the last.

It had been nearly six months since he had entered the pearly gates though his heaven looked like an old cabin that was fully stocked with liquor. No one told him how bored he would be now that he was dead.

Sammy was still living his life and occasionally Dean would steal a glance at how his brother was doing. He missed him. He missed his life on earth. So much for every lasting peace, heaven was seeming more like a nightmare than a great oasis in the sky.

He finished off another beer. He couldn't even get drunk here, at least if he could do that then he could kill some time. He thought about the conversation he had with Bobby the other day.

A few days prior...

"You painted that?" Dean cocked his head and looked at the masterpiece on the wall. There was another blank canvas on the easel.

"It's kind of crazy right? I never thought of myself as a painter. Hell, I could barely draw stick figures down there." Bobby smirked.

"I made fresh squeezed lemonade for you boys." Karen walked into the room as they both looked at her.

"Do you see Picasso over here?" Dean chuckled.

"They are wonderful, aren't they." Karen admired the painting.

"Thanks, hunny." Bobby grabbed a glass and kissed her cheek. He handed Dean the other glass.

"Do you know how much money you could get for that back on earth?" Dean shook his head with amusement.

"Well, it's a good thing we don't need money here. Having no taxes or mortgage is the best feeling ever." Bobby smiled.

"So, what are you two up to today?" Karen interjected. Dean hated the jealousy that ran through him. As much as he wanted to be happy that Bobby finally got his fairy tale ending, he couldn't help but remember how he had no one. Of all the years he had been on the earth he hadn't even gotten close to falling in love. He never had time for that not to mention anyone involved with him would forever be damned. Now he wished that he had experienced it, even just once. To love, to be loved like Bobby and his wife, like his mother and father. Everywhere he turned it was another happy couple holding hands, living out their very own paradise. He had nothing to look forward to except alcohol and twenty-four-seven porn. Hell, he barely even got hard anymore these days. He never imagined he would be sick and tired of porn!

"I was thinking we could watch the world series from 1956. Don Larsen had a perfect game." Bobby grinned.

"Great." Dean forced a smile and sat down on one of the large recliners. He would be damned if this is what his heaven was going to end up like. He didn't even like baseball.

"I will get you some snacks." Karen smiled as she left the room.

"Oh, I hope she brings those little cocktail weenie things. They are delicious here." Bobby took a seat next to him. "You ready for this?"

"Play ball." Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes.

A few days later he leaned against the wall and threw a tennis ball back and forth. He was lost in thought as caught the ball and threw it back. "I can't fucking do this." He jumped up and looked around. He grabbed the keys for baby and headed out. His car always gave him peace, and he could blast all the rock he wanted. He looked at baby and buffed out a tiny scratch on the hood. He jumped in and smiled as she came to life. God, he loved the sound of that engine. He peeled out of the dirt driveway as AC/DC's Back in Black began to play loudly.