Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Earn your Wings

Khalilah:

I sat up on the sofa quickly, looking in alarm at the white light all around me, before my eyes started to adjust and I was breathing hard, like I was having a panic attack. No, no, this wasn't right, I was dead, I died, I, t, the last thing that I saw was my Dean's and Castiels brown and green eyes. And there was only one person who could have brought me back.

"God! God, where the hell are you?! Chuck! Chucky, I know who you are! For gods sake, show your fucking face!"

Only then someone attacked me from behind, and I snarled, quickly twisting to pull her off instead, grabbing a book off the table and hit the person over the head with it, but when I went to do it again, I stopped, staring at the woman with long brown hair in corkscrew curls, dark black eyes and a scarred, lined face. "Oh, oh, holy Shit, Phi!"

She shoved me back, remembering who I was now. "Khalilah, my replacement. Nice to see you again, now would you care to tell me where the bloody hell we are?!"

"At my house, well, it's not actually, a house per say, more a plan of existence. Similar to the TARDIS you both love so much." A familiar voice told us, and we both looked to see Chuck stood there, smiling like nothing was wrong. "Nice to have my two favourite Sentinels together, though obviously you two can't be together for longer than about 10 minutes at a time in the real world."

"I was dead, you mother trucker, what the hell did you do?!"

Phi blinked at me. "You died? How is Time even still standing right now?"

Chuck just kept smiling. "Because when you died, I brought you back right away. You've been dead ohhh...." He checked his watch. "247 seconds by this point. I think that Dean's still holding your body."

Oh, oh my God, my body, this wasn't actually my body, he left my body there for Dean, to give him closure, or to let him just never let go of it to try and bring me back with Demon's. "No, no, no, please, Dean.... Chuck, why are you doing this?! He's my soul mate, and he thinks I'm dead, but you just brought me back, and you're probably not going to ever let me see him again, and he's just lost Sammy too, and Cas would just go back to heaven, because that's where he'd want to be if I wasn't there..."

"Is she always this rambly?" Phi asked, folding her arms at me. "We can't be related, I'd never let myself be blonde."

"Oh, so you're against blondes, good to know. I thought it was just Rose." I muttered, trying hard not to start properly start crying. "I need to go, if I'm still alive, he still has someone, his soul mate, Chuck, God, whoever the hell you want me to call you. I have to get back to Earth."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I remembered how well he played a kind drunk. "Can you feel him? You should be able to, though he can't feel you. Close your eyes and focus on him, like you did while hiding from him on Earth."

I did as he said, given that he was God and his word was like, gospel or something, and pictured him in my head. He was sad, so sad, but... Part of him, part of him was at peace with it, because I'd told him what was going to happen. Oh, Dean... "You really thought this though, huh? Why are we here? And especially nana?"

"You're not my granddaughter, my husband is dead and I'm barren." Phi replied, pulling those long curls up into a loose bun. "Chuck, dude, why are we here?"

"Because your granddaughter never had anyone to train her. So, that's your job for the next however long. Neither of you will age here, and hell, Mrs Pond, if you want to, I could arrange for you to get younger while you're up here."

Wait... Up here? "Where exactly are we, Chucky?"

"Heaven, well, my little heaven while I hide from my boys. It's easy to hide when you created everything." Oh, now we were modest, douche bag. Oh, my god, I just called God a douche bag... "So, I'll leave you both to get acquainted."