The sound of nothingness pulled you up from a deep sleep. Disoriented, you blink against the bright light filtering through the gauzy curtains. You fully open your eyes to a light so bright it felt like the sun had poured itself directly into your soul. Confused, you blinked, trying to adjust. You were lying on soft, iridescent clouds that felt like the gentlest of pillows beneath you. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and something sweet, like honey.
"Where am I?" you whispered, your voice soft and unsteady.
Sitting up, you saw a vast expanse of blue stretching endlessly above and around you. Fluffy clouds floated like islands, and beams of golden light danced between them. Nearby, a group of people stood together, laughing and talking, their faces radiant with joy.
"Y/N!" A voice broke through the haze. You turned to see a mystery man, standing just a few steps away. He looked familiar, like you have seen him before in your dreams.
As he came closer, you felt safe and relaxed. "Where am I?" Your voice cracked.
He chuckled, a sound she hadn't heard in years. "You are in Heaven! You made it! Welcome home!"
Tears of confusion streamed down your face. "I can't believe it. There must... there must be some sort of mistake. I don't think I belong here."
The man chuckled softly. "Heaven isn't just for the extraordinary. It's for those who loved and tried their best. You made an impact in ways you might not even realize."
You shake her head, feeling a pang of doubt, struggling to accept the notion. "I can't just be here. I need to help people. I need to be with my family. Sam, Dean? Cas? I will never see them again!"
The man's expression softened with understanding. "You were brought here because of your courage and love. Your sacrifice mattered greatly. But your brothers... they are still on their journey."
"Journey?" You echoed, your heart sinking. "But we were supposed to be together. We always are."
"In time, they may join you," the man said gently. "But for now, this is your space for healing and reflection. You have a unique opportunity to grow and guide others."
You shook your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I don't want to be here alone. I need them with me."
The man reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You're not truly alone. Here, you can connect with those who've come before you, those who need guidance. Your brothers have always believed in your strength. You can carry that belief forward."
As you looked around, you noticed other souls—some familiar, some not—gathering, sharing stories and laughter. A flicker of warmth ignited in your chest. Perhaps this was a chance to continue the work you had always done, helping others find peace.
But even with that thought, the longing for your brothers remained. "What if I can't do it without them?" you whispered, feeling vulnerable.
"You can," the man replied firmly. "You've always been strong, Y/N. Your love is a guiding light. And when your brothers are ready, they'll feel your presence here."
With those words echoing in your mind, you took a deep breath, summoning your courage. You could still be part of something bigger, even if your brothers weren't physically by your side.
As you stepped forward, you felt a shift within. You could help others find solace, just as Sam and Dean had done countless times. You envisioned your brothers standing beside you, encouraging you, just as they always had.
But instead of feeling relief, a wave of anger surged within you as you saw a familiar face roam. "Chuck," you spat, your fists clenching. "This is your doing, isn't it?"
