“Any thoughts?” I ask.
Castiel looks around. The room is empty. Light within the white walls and ceiling is flashing every few seconds. Heaven looks like abandoned office building after significant staff cuts.
“It’s so quiet here” he says. He looks despondent. “This place was so full of power and light. My brothers and sisters… If I knew it all will end this way…”
I come closer and touch him by the arm. This must be hard for him, I understand, but this is why we are here - to fix. This is why I asked for his help, who else can be a better adviser?
“This is not the end, don’t say it. We are here to make a new start”
He looks at me, and slowly his face eases from pain and regret. I know, he believes in me. Like always.
“Will you help me? I can’t make it without you”
He smiles, finally. It’s a warm smile, full of gratitude and love.
I made a right decision, now I’m sure, he is glad to help. But after all, he’s the one who taught me, that it makes you feel so much better, if you’ve got the opportunity to make things right.
“Sure, Jack” he nods. Then adds, quietly “Thank you…”
I smile back at him, I can’t hold it. This is going to be great! Energy fills me. We always have so much fun, working together, it feels encouraging to have him near. No matching ties this time, but it’s okay.
It’s good that time flows differently here. We got so much work to do… and when I will bring him back on Earth, it’s gonna be just a couple of days, I guess? At least I hope I won’t take us longer, I’m not sure I can handle another conversation with grumpy Dean. It’s hard to keep a straight face, when he’s like this. Yeah, I understand he’s worried and he doesn’t want to let Castiel out of his sight, but he’s gonna be with me. With ME, Dean! I need my father’s help with something, can I spend some time with him, too?
I’ve waited enough time for Castiel to feel better again. Until he’s strong enough after coming back from the Empty. All is well now.
All is good.
“Alright!” I clap my hands. “Where do we start?”
We walk empty corridors, discussing our strategy.
“Angels were supposed to be guardians, shepherds.” Castiel says. He’s calm and thoughtful. “We were born to protect our father’s creations. We are soldiers on guard of peace and prosperity. Not the blunt instruments of war.”
“I guess you are the only one who understands it right” I nod.
He is. He was bullied so often for having too much heart, it’s ridiculous. By the creatures, spoiled with pride, lust for power and profit. Where are they now?
“You’re too kind” he smiles humbly.
“I am the way I am, thanks to you. Thanks to our family.” It’s a simple truth, and we both know it. His smile grows, and he puts a hand on my shoulder.
The light is flickering again, but much more intense this time, walls are shaking.
“It’s getting worse…” There’s concern in Castiel’s voice. “I am amazed this place is still holding on.”
“Yeah. Not enough angelic power. I remember Dumah tried to make me create angels beings by forging human souls, to return Heaven it’s might.”
Castiel rolls his eyes, definitely not the best one of his memories. But hey, not my fault, anyway. Besides…
“They all are dead now. It was a bad idea.”
“Any manipulation with human soul is a bad idea. What was she thinking?” He seems to be still angry about that. And I fully support him, but the question stands.
“I don’t think we can rebuild it in any other way. Heaven needs angels, they are the essential source of it’s power.”
Shaking has stopped, the light is dim, but at least it doesn’t flicker anymore.
“I know”, Castiel agrees with heavy exhale. “How many are left there? Nine? Ten?”
“Eight” I purse my lips. “Seven up here, including Naomi, who’s still in jail”
“Yeah. Seems like no one likes her…”
“I can’t blame them” Castiel deadpans, and it makes me laugh.
“And Anael, she’s still on Earth”
“Oh, the famous businesswoman”
He gives me the look.
“Should we… talk to her?” I don’t want to, but I have to ask anyway.
“We should” he says unenthusiastically. “But…”
“Not now” he agrees, squinting his eyes.
“In the last place”
“When she will rethink her life choices”
“Absolutely” he nods again, dead serious.
I crack first and he follows immediately, it’s good to hear his laugh.
We keep snickering, passing the heaven rooms. Number 257, number 259… This corridor seems endless.
“You know,” I start. “When I first got here, I thought it looks more like a prison. Or! Like an aquarium for a goldfish!”
“Small tank for a single soul?” Castiel raises his eyebrow.
“Yeah! And people here are like a fish. You know, goldfish has a 3 seconds memory? It forgets everything, before it starts another round in it’s tank”
“Like people here, captured in never-ending loops of their best memories…” he continues my thought, musingly tilting his head. “Yes, exactly.”
“And they are happy. Mom looked happy, I think…”
“You’re not sure?”
“Would you be happy on your own forever? Even in your best memory?”
“They don’t feel like they are on their own, they exist within a moment of eternal peace.” He shakes his head. “But I got your point. They don’t have a freedom of choice, they don’t know it’s a loop. Goldfish souls…”
I stop. He looks at me, and I see the question rises in his eyes, along with the hope for the answer.
“..give them the choice?”
We look at each other, knocked out with the idea itself.
“Jack… this… this is wonderful!”
“You think? This will make them happy? I mean, happy for real?”
“You know what…” his face is focused, he tries to remember something. “Actually, we can ask. Dean once told me about one friend of theirs. I don’t know him in person, he died before I met Winchesters. But he’s here, he broke the loop, and figured the way to travel between individual heavens.”
“Oh, I know! Ash!”
“Right... “He seems a little confused. “I have to get used to it. You know everything now. Of course, you know everything...”
Sure, we didn't break in right inside, we knocked on the door politely. Jo (I know, it’s her, she’s very nice!) opens the door.
“Cas??” She’s amazed, but her smile is so genuine, I like it.
“Hi, Jo” Castiel is surprised too, but he takes her attack hug very well.
“Mom!” She yells. “Mom, look who’s here!!!”
“Joanna Beth, quit yelling, for God’s sake!”
We enter the bar and see Jo’s mother. I never thought someone’s heaven can be an old bar, all smelled with beer and peanuts, but here we are. And I like the smell, actually. It fits very well.
“Castiel? Well, I’ll be damned!” She puts down the glass and walks out from behind the bar counter. “Come here, you feather ass!”
She squeezes him tight, but he’s okay with it, he looks very happy.
“Who’s the kid?” She nods in my direction.
“Hi, I’m Jack!” I smile and raise my bunch of fives in greeting.
“Yes, this is.. this is Jack. He is..”
“I’m new God”
“It’s a long story.” Castiel purses his lips, as he alternately looks at Joe, then at Ellen. Their eyes are wide, but it makes them no less brave.
“Then sit and talk, we have all the time in the world here. And are we yearned for the news, you know.” Ellen beckons us to the counter with a nod.
“Sure” Castiel agrees. “But where’s Ash? We thought we’re gonna see him here, isn’t it his heaven?”
“It is” Jo sits on the stool. “Our looked exactly the same. And when he found us, we kinda decided to move. He got all his stuff here, and it’s easier to travel from this starting point.”
“So you travel between heavens too?” Cas asks.
“Yeah, but not so much as he does. It’s better to have such opportunity, then to be locked, anyway. I mean, we don’t complain, but…”
“We were shocked when we saw him first. But then he explained. A lot of things, actually, about how everything works here.” Ellen continues, putting four glasses of beer in front of us. She looks at me suspiciously. “How old are you, exactly?”
“Oh, I’m three”
Her eyebrows are high again, but Castiel just shakes his head.
“He can drink, Ellen. That’s okay”
“Oh yeah? And who are you, his dad?”
“He is!” I confirm. “Well, actually, my father is Lucifer, but Castiel raised me. Castiel, Dean and Sam”
Jo chokes on her beer and Castiel pats her back gently.
“I guess I have to explain a lot of things, too” he apologises.
“Please, give us a favour… And I think we’re gonna need something stronger here…” Ellen takes a bottle of tequila from the shelf. “Don’t worry, no hangover here”
Door slams loudly.
“Whooo! Look who’s back, ladies! I gotta say, Cliff Burton is a really nice dude in person. He…” A man in colorful mask and a gold cape runs inside the bar.
“Oh..” He freezes, looking at us. “A company?”
“Ash, this is Castiel and Jack. Guys…” Ellen smiles to us. “This is Ash”
I wander around the bar, eating salted peanuts. Really tasty, I like it. So many cool pictures on the walls, the pool table, music box. I think this place is awesome! Castiel continues his story, he’s somewhere near to the mark of Cain. Guys sit around and listen with genuine interest, I’ve lost count how many glasses they’ve had already. They cried a lot, they laughed, too. Of course. This is the most amazing story ever!
“So, we’re here with Jack to make Heaven a better place” Castiel finishes. “And we wanted to ask you about the travels between individual spots. Are you the only one who’s capable of that?” He looks at Ash.
“Well, I guess I am” He sounds so proud of himself, trying to hold back the burp. “I’ve never seen anyone else doing it, only me and my friends”
“And you can travel anywhere?”
“Mostly” he scratches behind his ear. “Some places cannot be located with my scanner. It’s not powerful enough, I assume”
“We can’t find dad” Jo interrupts. She looks sad. “We don’t know why. We even thought, that maybe… maybe he’s not here”
“Bill Harvelle is in Heaven, as far as I know” Castiel sounds concerned, looking at me.
“He is” I nod in confirmation.
“Well,” Ellen smiles bitterly. “Good to know”
We are silent. Suddenly Heaven is not a happy place at all.
“You know what’s weird?” She says. “We didn’t even think of him. I mean… We remembered him, sure. But we… Dammit, it’s so hard to explain! We were like in a bubble, before Ash came. A happy bubble, no regrets, no worries…”
“No thoughts. Just bliss. Perfect loop” Castiel follows.
“Totally” Jo agrees. “You know, all your life you believe, you’re gonna meet your loved ones here, someone you miss the most. And then it turns out you’re just being canned in a piece of your happy memory. And no one complains, because no one… acknowledges.”
“The more I listen, the more I am convinced that this place was created without the slightest consideration of the real needs of the human soul” Castiel sounds bitter, utterly disappointed.
“Because no one cared to listen” I’m sad too.
I know what my happiest memories are, they all are full with the people I love. Jo is right. Leaving people blindfolded is not an option, they deserve so much better.
“Well,” Castiel stands up from the stool.” Now we know, what our priorities are.”
“Looks like a lotta work, you guys need some assistance?” Ash drums his finders on his glass.
“Thanks Ash. We’re not sure yet, but if we will, we know where to find you.”
“You’re cool, and I like your hair very much!” I add.
Compliment makes Ash fidget in his chair, but he is pleased.
“Thanks! You both look cool too” he raises his eyebrows approvingly.
“Yeah, by the way” Jo bumps Castiel’s shoulder with her fist. “So unusual without your trench coat, much better now. Love the T-shirt!”
“Uh, yeah… thanks,” Castiel awkwardly fiddles with the zipper on his hoodie, I think his cheeks blush?
“Wait…is this… Dean’s?” Jo squints her eyes examining familiar print.
“Yeah, I umm… haven’t got a chance to buy a new clothes yet.” No doubt. He’s blushing. “So Dean just… um.. borrowed me some of his old.” He deliberately takes a gulp from his glass to cover his sudden shyness. I don’t understand why to be shy about this, but it’s none of my business. Harvelles quit their interrogation too.
“Now, where to next?” Castiel ask, as we walk out of the bar. He tries to fix his hair after particularly heartful goodbye hugs they gave him.
We sit on a roof of Chrysler building. It’s a room 566297335, this guy’s best memory is finally getting a promotion and moving to the bigger office with a spectacular view. All people are so different…
“So,” my mouth is a little too full with burger, but I’m too excited to chew slower. “Travels between the personal rooms?”
Castiel sips his coffee thoughtfully, his gaze is fixed on the horizon.
“Yes,” he nods carefully. “This concept is inspiring.”
He’s quiet for the moment. Fake New York is silent around us, no buzzing cars, no human voices, no wind. Still, it’s a beautiful decoration, never-ending spring sunset, coloring the streets with warm and soft orange palette.
“Among the many things I’ve seen for the past years being on Earth, purity of human soul enraptures me the most. It’s vulnerability and integrity. People are so fragile, so defenceless. Life is ruled by their emotions and feelings, and they live it in the eternal search for a soul that will make their own feel accepted as it is. And this... This is the most beautiful thing.” He looks at me, endless warmth and placidity in his eyes.
“You think, we really understand it? Human soul? You and I?”
“I don’t think it’s something that can be understood completely. I doubt that a person is able to understand their soul, not to mention the soul of another human being. But we can listen attentively.” He looks at me. “The least we can do, is be kind and do not confine anyone's freedom. We had a good teachers.”
“Yes… No more cells” I nod affirmatively.
“No more cells” Castiel agrees.
We’re in the white room, a map of old Heaven lays on the table and we keep studying it. Castiel rubs his eyes constantly.
“You know what, it’s too old school on paper, let me make a 3d hologram…” I click my fingers and it’s done. ”Better?”
Castiel blinks few times and comes closer to observe.
“Yes, way better! Thank you, Jack” he puts his hand on my shoulder, smiling at the new workspace.
“It’s still so… flat” He adds.
Indeed, Heaven looks like endless paper sheet, ripped out of squared notebook.
“Yeah…” I’m not impressed too. “I’ve always thought Heaven is much cooler place.”
“We should work on a structure” Castiel mumbles. “Now it’s just enormous amount of cells, each decorated in it’s own style. And if we want them to be connectable…”
“Maybe we should remove the walls entirely? Like, make one big space?”
“We- can we do it?”
“Sure! We can make it look like anything we want. Like a Disneyland. Or a Death Star!
“I don’t think Death Star is acceptable reference here” Castiel tries to hold back his smile.
“Coruscant?” I may be overly enthusiastic over this idea, but why not?
“No.” He’s very gentle, but I got his point.
“Endor?” This is my last try, I promise.
“I was thinking maybe… Earth?”
“Basically, we already have different parts here, from all the ages and territories. So, maybe we…”
“Yes! Combine them together!” This is so simple, I love it!
Cas is hesitant again, there’s a doubt on his face, forehead frowned.
“But won’t this cause a turmoil? The Earth has looked very different throughout it’s history. And each soul remembers it in it’s own way.”
“So? Time and space aren’t a thing here. We can create a collective image, a collective space. We won’t even have to make a large effort, people’s memories are our best designer. Our Heaven can consist of any number of layers. It already is! Remember Ash? He travels through Heavens from different countries and different eras. Nothing is impossible here”
“This.. this sounds so simple?” I can see, he slowly accepts the idea.
“Well, the concept is simple. But we definitely got a work to do.”
He smiles. Wide and inspired.
“It’s wonderful, Jack!”
“Yes. But the main question is, how many angels do we need to make it work?”
Castiel’s smile fade.
“Yes… Angels,” he exhales heavily.
He walks around the table and sits in the chair. He rubs his forehead, looking down on the floor, I cannot see his eyes.
“Castiel?” I come closer. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just… I understand, you can create angels now. From a scratch, like Chuck… God… used to. This is what you’re going to do?”
“Yes.” I nod. “In fact, they are going to be my first children”
I’ve thought about it. Not that I’m terrified with the responsibility, not that I have doubts. This is just… something absolutely new. Not even like bringing the entire population of Earth back. The creation. Pure.
“And I’m going to give the living ones their wings back” I smile. I hope this will bring back my father’s good mood.
He smiles, but I know he still blames himself for the angel’s fall.
“This is great, Jack, this is wonderful!”
“But, you’re sad?”
He’s quiet again. I guess I know what he’s thinking about now. But I wait… he’s gonna tell me himself.
“I just think… I keep thinking, if they would have bee happy? To see Heaven, all new, peaceful and powerful. All my brothers and sisters, who…” He stutters, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. The names, so many names.
“Samadriel.” He continues. “Hanna, Kelvin, Ezekiel, Muriel, Inias, Nithael, Rebecca, Joshua, Sofia, Ambriel, Zuriel… even Anna. And all those fools, who followed Metatron… or Bartholomew. Poor ones, who got their brains washed by Raphael.” His voice is very quiet. “And… Balthazar”
“I think they would've” I can feel his pain, it curls around him, pulls him into the abyss of regret. “I- I hope so… All I know is that they are sleeping now, they are at peace, Castiel. No more screams in the Empty”
“Yes. Yes, I know. I remember” He rubs his face, like he wants to clean the sadness off it.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” He tries to smile. “I shouldn’t be so…”
I put my hand on his shoulder, calmingly, softly.
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“Ready?” Castiel looks at me fondly, and I crack my fingers with much enthusiasm.
“Just make sure they are not… dicks” he gives me the look and I nod approvingly.
My hands are warm, I can feel the power flows inside me. Concentrates in my fingers, making them tremble. It starts with soft glowing, eventually increasing into a stream of light, that gathers into a luminous ball between my palms. It turns and grows, and it shines so bright. The light within the walls and ceiling of the white room is flickering too, encouranging me to continue.
“Hello!” I smile and raise my hand in greeting. “Welcome to Heaven. You are my first angel”
Angel looks at me, confused and bewildered.
“I like him.” I smile at Castiel. “I’m gonna name him Luke!”
He just laughs, he doesn’t argue.
We got so much work to do today.
“HWW!” His face is pure smugness. He turns the screen of his homemade laptop for us to take a look, but honestly, we don’t seem to follow.
“Hw-w?” Cas tilts his head. “Is that a reference? I- I’m afraid, I don’t get it, Ash”
“Yes! HWW!” Ash repeats, but his smile slowly fades, as he understands that we really have no idea what he’s talking about. “Guys, come on! Really?”
He said this project is something extremely important and cool, and it will be the fundamental part of New Heaven. But we don’t get it.
“World Wide Web! But it’s Heaven, so its’ gonna be the Heaven Wide Web!” He raises his hands above his head and shakes them victoriously. “Ta-daa!”
“Yes!” He slams his hands on the desk and starts typing something on keyboard. “Okay, I was thinking... Every soul is unique, right? It has it’s own structure, vibe.. whatever. And it’s own individual number here, right?”
“What if we use it like the IP-address? And each soul will get it’s personal access point to the general communication centre? Just imagine, you can connect with any person you want.”
“With emoticons?” Cas smiles.
“Exactly. Heavenly social media.”
“With profile page and cat memes?” I like this idea more and more.
“Anything we want!”
“But wait… how do we explain it to souls from the past eras?”
“Easy.” Ash winks at Cas. “People have invented millions of ways to communicate with each other since the beginning of time. We can stick with anything usual for each period. Like, Shakespeare won’t need to use a phone, pigeons will fly to him through the window, bringing the message. “Hey, William, I’m your biggest fan from 1978. Can I come for a cuppa tea to discuss The Merchant of Venice?” And some hairy dude, who lives in a cave, will see new petroglyphs appear on the walls. You get me?”
“Yeah, I kinda came up with this long ago… You break into someone’s Heaven, and sometimes they’re not very happy to see you, they don’t know, what the hell is going on. I remember Jimi chased me around the room trying to hit me with his guitar, thought I was a particularly vivid hallucination…” he adds dreamily. “So yeah, it’s way better to be able to send a message first, you know? To be connected, in general. And if you guys gonna break all the loops…”
“Ash. You’re genius! You really can do this?”
He shakes his head, adjusting his luxurious hairstyle.
"Already wrote an algorithm”
“They are truly so full of light” He’s just finished his conversation with the last one of the newly created angels, and he looks contented, considering the peaceful smile on his face. “Jack, they are wonderful”
“Of course. I intended them to be like you.”
“Like…” his eyes widen in astonishment. “Like me?”
“Yes.” I say simply. “You’re the best example I know.”
I feel his emotions. They overfill him, shine with the sparkle in his eyes, brighten every wrinkle on his face, warm the air through his skin.
The light. The love.
“Guardians, shepherds.” I continue. “Born to protect the peace and prosperity. Not the blunt instruments of war.”
“All with a little too much heart. But no one will ever call it a crack in their chassis”
It doesn't look like a decoration anymore. Now I know what makes Heaven a Heaven.
People’s emotions. Feelings of joy, security, serenity. Warmth of loving hearts. And freedom, of course.
We are standing on the top of the mountain, mesmerising view of all the work done lies in front of our eyes. Castiel takes the last piece of broken wall, lying in front of his feet, it fades and shrinks in his palm, until vanishes completely.
“That’s it” He smiles. “You did it, Jack”
“No,” I shake my head. “WE did it. I couldn’t have done this without your help and support. Without your faith in me. Thank you”
I mean it. Everything I did, everything I’ve become. Impossible without him.
“Thank you, father”
We hold each other, like we used to. I’m sure, this is not our last hug, but it feels like the most important one. I put all my love and gratitude, all my devotion into this embrace. I want him to feel, to know, how much he means to me, that nothing has changed in my feelings for him. He is my father. And forever will be.
Angels, new and old, stand behind us, their wings shine in the light, casting glare on grass and trees. Сalmness and confidence on their faces, they are beautiful in their might and purity. I did a good job, I must admit.
“And now” I say, pulling back to look into Castiel’s eyes “We deserved a little celebration, don’t you think?”
“Agree” he smiles.
I click my fingers.
It’s the familiar bar. We appear, and the air explodes with loud cheering noises.
“What…” Castiel starts, but gasps with amazement.
It’s a good company, it’s the part of our found family. I don’t know all of them in person, but I’m familiar with their stories, all so important and irreplaceable.
Red haired woman is the first one to attack Castiel with a hug.
“Hey, big guy!” She laughs, bumping his shoulder. “Looking good, bitch!”
He has no chance to finish, Kevin attacks him next.
“Okay, okay! Back in the line, kid. Have some respect for the elders!” Bobby pushes him aside laughingly, and he and Mary step closer for a hug.
Castiel is bewildered, I think he might cry, but he holds himself together good so far.
Pamela, Mick and Jimmy finish the circle of greetings. Jimmy looks a bit awkward, like he’s not sure, if he has the right to be here. This is weird. Sure he has!
“Cas looks a little strange without his trench coat, don’t you think?” I hear from behind. I smile to the familiar voice.
Her hands are delicate and warm on my cheeks, she’s beaming with love.
Everyone’s busy with yelling their drink orders to Jo and Ellen, Ash turns on the music box, as if bar isn’t full with cheerful chatter and laugh already. Cas and Kelly are the first ones to get their drinks, and now they stand aside, chatting cordially with each other. My mom and my dad. I don’t interrupt, they surely have a lot to talk about. And I…
I need to talk with a mother, too. But not with mine. There she stands, my dearest friend and my biggest regret, my horrible mistake and undeniable fault. And she smiles to me.
I can’t speak, her voice made me numb. I just look, I keep looking into her blue eyes, trying to find an accusation in them, sorrow, at least, but I don’t see anything alike. She is smiling her softest smile.
“What, you’re not even gonna give me a hug?”
“Oh, come here!” She pulls me closer and wraps her arms around me. Suddenly, words burst out from the inside, an endless stream of remorse and guilt.
“Mary, I’m so sorry! I am so sorry, I didn’t want it to happen… It was so terrible, and I… I didn’t mean to, but it was my fault. I…”
“Jack…” she tries to interrupt me.
“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?”
“Jack!” She holds me so tight. “Jack, it’s okay…”
“You deserved so much better, I’m so sorry…”
“I know.” She pulls back, looking into my eyes. “I know it was an accident. Please, stop blaming yourself…”
“But it was my fault!”
“Jack!” She cups my face with her palms, her voice is calm and soft. “I don’t blame you. So please, stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t even you, real you.”
The tight knot in my chest looses a little. I know her sons have forgiven me, but to hear it from her… it changes everything. I feel like I’m finally free.
“We all have our path, mine has led me here. And I regret nothing, Jack. I’m at peace, I am happy here.”
“But your sons…”
“I can wait” She smiles. “Now I know, we’re all gonna end up here. And now Heaven is just… perfect! Thank you for this.”
Castiel is standing next to her, I didn't even notice how he came up closer to us. Mary puts her hands on our shoulders, squeezing them firmly.
“Thank you both! And if you want to do something nice for me,” she raises her eyebrows, looking me straight in the eyes “…make sure Sam and Dean die of old age lying in their warm beds, okay?!”
Maybe my eyes are sparkling with tears, but I nod, smiling broad and confident.
“Not so difficult, considering that there’s an angel looking over them” she winks at Castiel, making him smile softly.
“Oh, about that…” I interrupt.
“I think… someone is tired of spending his time, being a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent”
“Jack…” Castiel is looking at me with a slight confusion on his face. “What are you…”
“You still haven’t asked for your wings back.” I say quietly.
He hesitates, I can see the uncertainty and worrying in his eyes.
“I.. I just thought…”
“Because you don’t feel like you need them anymore.”
He looks down.
“Castiel?” Mary’s voice is gentle and mild, she leans to him, trying to catch his eyes. I guess… she understands. “Remember… remember that one night? I just got back from the dead, and I was so lost. We bumped into each other, in the bunker?”
He rises his head, looking at her attentively.
“I asked you, about the Earth, when did it start to feel like...like you fit, like you...belonged there? Remember? And you said…”
“I'm still not sure I do.” Yes..”
“And now, after everything…? I know what you did, Castiel. For us, for our family, for humanity in general… and for him. Do you know now? Do you belong?”
He looks at her with gratitude. His face lights up, as if the last piece of the puzzle has been found and snapped into place, making him complete.
“I- Yes, I do”
“Well,” she laughs warmly. “Growing old must be fun. I don’t know, I never did!” She kisses his cheek. “Tell them, tell my boys, I’m happy here, tell them, I don’t regret a thing, okay?” They hug, and he nods into her shoulder. “And tell him…” she whispers cheerfully into his ear. “…tell him, he’s lucky as hell!”
Castiel can’t hold back the smile, and his cheeks flush with joy.
Mary squeezes him in her arms once more and pats his shoulder, before walk off with a widest smile on her face.
“Jack. I…” he starts.
“I know.” He doesn’t needs to explain anything.
“Your grace is still in the process of being restored, but if you want, it can just ... vanish over time” I shrug and I smile. “Growing old with someone is what people do, right? Humans.”
He rubs his eyebrow with a soft and quiet laugh.
“Yes, they do…”
“And you both gonna eventually end up here, you and him.”
“Not the worst option, I guess” He smiles.
He looks at all the people in this small wooden bar, their faces are full of joy, their laugh is light-hearted. Company broke into unexpected duos, like Kevin and Ash, discussing some technical stuff over Ash’s scanner, or Pamela and Mick sharing their theories on the matter of astral projections. This will be the the most popular spot in Heaven, probably. But now…
“Tell me when you’re ready to go back.”
“Yes. Only need to collect all the messages from everyone, to pass them to Sam and Dean personally. Probably, not only to Sam and Dean…” he waves at Jimmy.
“Of course! We have all the time in the world here”
“Yes,” he nods. “We’re not in a rush”
We’re not in a rush, father. Take your time, you deserve to spend it with people, who care about you.
Both on Earth and in Heaven.
You are loved.