So the plot bunnies might've attacked. XD GoggleBox is writing something fantastic and it served as great inspiration. :)
This takes place directly after the last chapter; Dean is in heaven. :)
Dean awoke on top of a soft surface, something soft tickling his face. Wrinkling his nose, he opened his eyes to find himself laying on his back in the middle of a meadow. It was comfortable. There was a daisy growing by his shoulder. It was beautiful.
After a few minutes of relaxing, - it seemed as if time was limitless, here - Dean sat up. His eyes immediately found the Impala, parked beside him in the grass. He smiled.
Slowly standing, he made his way over to the car. The grass was soft underfoot. That made Dean happy.
Reaching his hand out, he let it rest on the Impala's door handle. The metal was cool, hard. Euphoria flooded him as the thousands of memories associated with that cold touch of the handle flooded him.
Dean stood there for a moment, drinking in the memories, smiling faintly.
He had no idea that Heaven was censoring them, picking out only the ones that would make Dean smile. Skipping over the ones that would make him cry.
Pulling on the metal, the door swung open easily, invitingly. In one swift, fluid motion, having the faint notion that he had practiced it many times, Dean slid into the seat and shut the door.
Running his hands across the leather of the steering wheel, Dean felt his first negative emotion. A faint frown graced his features as he struggled to identify it.
In a world of peace and euphoria, the mind was a bit slower dealing with the negative emotions.
Most of the time, Heaven censored them out completely. Only this time, Dean's emotions seemed to be a bit more stubborn than that.
Something was missing, Dean figured out. Sitting in the front seat of the Impala, his hands resting on the wheel, it felt as if something was missing. No, not someting. Somebody.
Loneliness. Loneliness was what Dean felt, he realized after a moment. You see, Dean couldn't have total peace without the people he loved. It was what his character fed off of. What he lived for.
The negative emotion must have been extremely strong for him to have felt it. For it to have gotten through Heaven's censoring.
As soon as Heaven sensed what Dean wanted, they did what they did whenever any of its occupants felt this way: place a copy of someone they loved in their heaven. It was against the rules to place the actual person, deceased or not.
There was a faint zapping noise, making Dean's eyebrows crease even further, but when he looked in the seat next to him, there sat Bobby- or rather, heaven's version of Bobby. Programmed to make Dean happy. But Dean didn't know that.
It took Dean a second to identify the man, but, eventually, Heaven let him remember. Though, again, only the good memories were allowed to pass through.
"Bobby," Dean greeted, smiling.
"That's right, son," Bobby replied kindly. "Want to go for a hike?" Bobby asked, pointing through the windshield to the forested hill that heaven had created just for Dean. A little river could be seen trickling down it.
Dean's eyes brightened. "Yes." He responded simply. Everything was simple here.
Dean and Bobby got out of the car and crossed the grassy stretch of land together. They reached the trees after a time. Neither of them were in a hurry.
Dean walked over to the stream and put his hand in it. The water was cool and felt nice on his fingers. This made Dean happy.
But there was still something wrong. "Bobby," Dean said, turning around and standing to face the the man, "Is someone... missing?"
Bobby seemed confused. "Are you still lonely?" He asked, Heaven trying to figure out the problem.
Dean thought about that for a second. Then he nodded.
There was a zapping noise.
Dean saw a man appear next to Bobby. Tall, long hair, brown eyes, moose-like features...
"Sam!" Dean cried happily, taking a step closer and hugging his brother. Yes. This man was his brother.
"Hey, Dean," Heaven-generated Sam greeted, hugging his brother back. "Can I join your hike?"
"Of course, Sammy," Dean said, letting go of the younger man, his brain pulling the nickname out of one of the memories that had been allowed to pass through.
"Let's follow the stream?" Sam suggested. Dean nodded, thinking this was a good idea. The stream was pretty. It made him forget the nagging in his chest that urged him that yet another was missing. Maybe even the most important.
And off the trio went, climbing up the hill, following the cool water as it flowed the opposite direction. Along their journey, both Dean's mother and father appeared. Dean's slight frown did not go away. Heaven began to become frustrated.
"Look, dear," Mary said, and Dean turned to face her. She was bending down, inspecting something. A violet grew out of the ground at her feet. It was beautiful. It made Dean happy for a second.
"Would you like to keep it?" Mary asked.
"Let it grow." he responded.
Mary looked confused. "It won't wilt." she said.
"Let it grow." Dean said again.
Mary complied and they continued on their journey.
The cool stream led them to a break in the trees. The sun shone onto the grass, making the green blades shine. The air was warm. The bubbling stream could still be heard. Dean decided that he liked this spot very much.
"Should we rest here for a bit?" Sam asked Dean. None of them were tired, none of them could ever get tired, but Dean liked the idea of staying here for a bit.
"Yes." Dean answered. And so they stayed.
Dean didn't know how long they sat, looking up at the sky. Time wasn't important anymore.
A butterfly flew around the clearing and landed on Dean's nose. Dean blinked. The insect was pretty. Dean liked it's wings.
A faint bell, so very, very faint, was rung in the back of his mind.
Dean frowned. The butterfly flew away.
"What is it?" Dean's father asked.
"Wings..." Dean said softly. "I almost remember-"
There was a zapping noise.
Dean sat up.
A trench coat. Blue eyes... A huge pair of black wings.
They were beautiful. They made Dean very happy.
Heaven allowed some memories to pass through.
"Cas!" Dean exclaimed, ecstatic, his eyes brightening with recognition.
Heaven-generated Cas smiled. "Hello, Dean."
Standing up, stumbling quickly to his feet, Dean ran across the clearing to his angel.
Without the 'bad' memories, without the ones Heaven had censored, Dean didn't know that they had never been together. All he knew is what he wanted, not what had happened.
Taking his face in his hands, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cas'.
But it was okay- not knowing was okay. Because, after all, this wasn't Cas.
Of course, Dean didn't know. Dean had never been happier. He had his angel, and he had love.
Time continued in this manner for a thousand years.
Cas sighed, taking in his surroundings. A young boy laughing loudly as he played on a jungle gym, the sun shining overhead. Not Dean.
A flap of his wings.
A woman rocking in her chair in front of the fireplace, watching the Heaven- generated children fondly. Not Dean.
A flap of his wings.
A man with a scraggly beard playing fetch with a deep chocolate colored lab. Not Dean.
A flap of his wings.
Another woman, baking chocolate- chip- banana pancakes and smiling fondly at her swollen, Heaven- generated stomach. Not Dean.
A flap of his wings.
A man driving his car on a never- ending road. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Nearly Dean. But not Dean.
A flap of his wings.
Life continued in this manner for a thousand years.
A Thousand Years Later
Cas looked around. A meadow. A car. Where were this Heaven's occupants?
Closing his eyes, he quickly searched the Heaven. He sensed the person and its Heaven- generated companions up in the forest.
With a flap of his wings, Cas flew into the forest. Cas started when he saw himself. Reminding himself he was invisible, he looked for the person for whom this Heaven was made. He didn't dare let himself hope. Dean wasn't the only person who had seen him in that vessel.
Oh, who was he kidding, after a thousand years of searching, he desperately hoped beyond anything else that this was Dean's Heaven. He had gone too far to be distant from his emotions anymore.
A twig snapped behind him. Cas turned.
It was Dean.
His brain was capable of thinking of little else. Finally, he had been successful. He had found him. Dean.
The man, a brilliant smile on his face, started walking towards him. And then right through him to the copy of himself standing behind him. Cas followed him with his eyes as the ex- hunter kissed him. And the copy of himself kissed Dean back.
It was funny how after a thousand years a few minutes of this seemed to last so much longer.
Impatient, he made himself visible. Dean still didn't notice him.
Swallowing, the angel averted his eyes. A few hundred feet away stood Dean's parents and Bobby. They seemed happy, even talking amongst themselves, which the Heaven- generated people seldom did. Heaven was happy that Dean was happy.
But then, suddenly, they all turned to face him. They looked upset. Cas turned towards Dean again. He was standing protectively in front of Heaven- Cas, not knowing it was merely an embodiment of Heaven itself.
"Dean," Cas started. "It's me, the real me."
Dean ruffled his eyebrow. He wasn't angry yet. Being at total peace for that long, he was nearly desensitized completely to all negative emotion, especially anger. He sure as heck was confused, though.
Dean's eyes flickered back to the version of himself that was standing behind him. The version of himself who had loved him without complaint for a thousand years. When Dean's eyes wandered back to the real Cas, he shook his head slightly, as if to say, 'I'm happy with what I have.'
Cas stared at Dean. "I don't understand." He said quietly. But he did. He just wasn't ready to accept defeat just yet.
Somebody tapped him on the shoulder. He slowly turned. It was Dean's mother. She did not look happy.
"Dean is happy." She said. "This is our only job. Please leave."
Cas turned back to Dean, who looked as if he was desperately trying to remember something but was failing. The poor man looked so confused.
Cas turned back to Mary, who seemed to be Heaven's main mouthpiece. "Please, if you could only uncover his memories-"
Mary shook her head. "That would make him upset."
"But only for a time, not after he-"
"Please. Leave." Mary interrupted impatiently. "He is upset merely by your presence. It confuses him."
"Please," Cas said again, but his voice was softer. Mary's eyes hardened. He did not want to be on the receiving end of Heaven's punishments.
Swallowing, he turned to Dean again. And then the angel was gone.
Heaven- Cas rubbed circles on Dean's back, trying to comfort him. Dean turned around and wrapped his arms around the angel, who in turn wrapped his wings around Dean. After a time, Dean completely forgot about the incident and was returned to complete peace once more.
But, you know, the word 'gone' doesn't necessarily imply the complete absence of a figure. Sometimes, 'gone' is only a matter of perspective. Sometimes 'gone' may only mean invisible to most eyes.
A thousand years can really alter the way you think. A certain Nerd Angel knows this best of all.