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Jukebox was playing music, giving a home to the trio. "My God-- the Roadhouse. It even smells the same."

Ash gathered his cape and mask, "Bud, blood, beer nuts-- it's the best smell in the world." Karina laughed softly as she shook her head, he walked behind the bar and snapped his fingers. "How about a cold one? Up here? No hangover."

He passed three cans of beer and lastly a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked for Karina with a plastic spoon. They all sat on a stool together with their refreshments while Sam mentioned in curiosity, "I mean, no offense--"

"How did a dirtbag like me end up in a place like this? I've been saved, man. I was my congregation's number one snake handler."

Karina smiled as she bit into her ice cream, "Your Heaven, huh?

"Yep! My own... personal."

He snapped a key into a can of beer, then drank it fully. He crushed a can as he belched. Dean was bummed out with his can of beer. Karina was impressed while Sam was weirded-out.

"And when the Angels jumped us? We were..."

Ash finished off Sam's words, "In your Heaven."

"So there's two Heavens?"

"No. More like 100 billion. So, no worries, it'll take those Angels boys a minute to catch up."

Dean was confused, "What?"

"See, you gotta stop thinking of Heaven as one place. It's more like a buttload of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland, except with all the anti-Semitism."

Trio shared looks of confusion before Sam repeated, "Disneyland?"

He nodded, "Yeah. See you got Huntressland, Winchesterland, Dynamictrioland." He held his hand up to gesture at the bar, "Ashland. A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together--Heaven, right? At the center of it all is the Magic Kingdom-- the Garden."

"So everybody else gets a little slice of paradise?"

"Pretty much. A few people share-- special cases. What not."

"What do you mean "special"?"

"Oh, you know... like, soulmates." Sam, Karina, and Dean focused on Ash while he looked at them equally. He moved on, "Anyways... most people can't leave their own private Idahos."

Karina pointed a spoon at him, "You're not most people."

"Nope. They ain't got my skills. Hell, I've been all over. Johnny Cash. Andre the Giant. Marylin Monroe. Cleopatra." He turned to Sam, "Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian." He chuckled while Dean and Karina were shocked to hear that Ash met their idols, "Hell, other day? I found Mallanaga Vatsyayana's."

"Who?"

"Wrote the Kama Sutra." Sam was turning red while Karina pressed her lips together to contain her laughter. "That boy's Heaven-- oh, sweaty, confusing."

Dean pointed out, "All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table."

"Yeah. Now that I'm dead, I'm living, man. A whole lot more."

Karina asked, "So how'd you find us?"

"I rigged up on my very own..." He pulled his laptop under the bar, then pressed a power button. "... holy-rolling police scanner." The laptop played off the static and high-pitched sounds, the trio was clutching their ears from the sound. "That's Angels. Blabbing Enochian, okay? I'm fluent."

He turned it off, then put it back under the bar. "I heard that you were up. Of course, I had to come to find you. Again."

Dean was surprised to hear, "Again?"