I was happy. It was as simple as that.



I could do whatever I wanted. I could see whoever I wanted to see, and all I had to do was want to do it. I could only describe everything as one word: perfect.



No matter where I was, trees surrounded me. I always had my friend Cleo with me and we would basically do whatever we wanted. The freedom was nice. Sometimes we would go swimming in a pond. Sometimes we would dance, the two of us as we bounced around to loud 80's rock music. We would watch our favourite movies. My favourite times were when we would simply lie on the roof of my house and try to memorize the millions of stars and constellations. It was always serene.



At the moment me and Cleo were having a picnic. She was frying burgers as I set out all the fruits on the blanket. I looked up at her and asked jokingly, "Why are we always doing something? Can't there just be a day when we just stay at home and sleep?"



"Of course, Jules," she replied with a smile. "If that's what you really want to do, then of course you can..." She pased. "Heaven is a happy place. You want to finish this food, though, right?"

Without taking in my sudden frozen body, she turned and flipped the burgers, and I felt like there was some unscratchable itch in the corner of my brain.

It clicked. "Am I in heaven?"

Cleo's high, angelic voice laughed. "Of course you are. That's why I love being here... Because everything is perfect, my friend. This land is perfect, the places we go are perfect... and being with you is perfect."

I stood up quickly, wishing with all my heart that I could be away from where I was. I needed to leave. 

Within the blink of an eye, I was sitting in my old truck and a long stretch of road was in front of me. A forrest of pine trees surrounded the narrow dirt road. The trees were so thick I could barely see past the dark thin leaves and trunks. Each end of the road had no vanishing point, and they both seemed like they went into utter darkness. It could barely see and the only lights I had were from the stars, and for some reason, each one shined a little dimmer than the night before.

"Why am I here?" I inquired aloud.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and I froze in my leather seat. A whispering began within the winds and sometimes I heard, "Go back for happiness," or , "Keep going," and I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

I couldn't think, and I wished for it to go away.

Suddenly I was no longer in my car anymore. It was gone, but I was sitting in the exact same place as I had been, along that same stretch of road. This time, however, it seemed darker. I looked up into the sky, and half the stars were gone. I frowned. Why was it getting darker? I thought this was heaven? Wasn't it supposed to light up?

Yes. A voice reverberated inside my head but when I turned around to see if there was anyone that had said that, I stood up slowly to see who it might have been.

Or what, said the same voice.

I started to turn in slow circles, wondering if I could find whatever it was. A slow, dark feeling stroked my back with its chilled finger. Rusting came from my right and a shadow moved from one side of the ground to the other. There was nothing there to give it a shadow.

I watched the shadow move. Sometimes it would go so fast that it would take my eyes a few seconds to adjust and find it. Other times I would stare as it lazily made itself in a circle, eventually cornering me in the middle of the road because I felt like I couldn't go anywhere. I frowned as I realized that that's exactly what it was doing; it was cornering me.

"What do you want?" I asked, voice slightly shaking.

Why, Miss Julia, do you not remember me? it asked in a familiar slithery tone of voice.

The blood drained from my face.

It chuckled. Yes, it's exactly who you think it is. Did you think it was really just a dream? Did you think I didn't have enough power to get you? I know you. I know everything about you. I know you weaknesses, and I knew that the second you remembered where you really wanted to be, you'd wish you were out of that heaven. Ask and ye shall receive, right?

The dream from the other night came into my brain and I remembered the few features of it. The skin peeling from the face. The long spiraly fingers. Intense eyes... I shivered slightly.

I stared at the empty air where I knew it really was, hiding. "Ask and ye shall receive, you say?" I began, rather boldly. "Fine. I ask that you face me right now."

All in due time, dear girl... All in due time. Now, however, you shall do one of three things for me: option one: you will come with me without an argument. Two: you will go back to heaven with the eternal knowledge that you left your dear brothers alone. And last but not least, the third option: you will watch as your brothers are tortured until you answer me.

My eyes narrowed as I tried to think of any other options.

There aren't any, it snarled.

"Do you even have my brothers?" I asked.

Why, now that you mention it, I do. On the word "do," I saw a mental image that made my breath catch. Sam and Dean were sitting across a stone room from eachother and Sam was laying there, staring at nothing with an expressionless face. The only way I could tell he felt something was from the silent tears making their way out of his face every once in a while. Dean, on the other hand, was yelling at something. He looked angry. I couldn't hear anything so I didn't know what he was saying, but I could sure tell that he was going to kill someone. Both boys had bruises and cuts and dirt all over their bodies and their clothes were battered and dirty. A dark, fairly-humanoid shadow made its way over to Dean. It had no weapons. Instead, a shadowed finger made its way to his forehead and the next thing I knew, his face was contorted in the most pained expression and he seemed to be screaming. 

"Take it away," I whispered, my voice cracking.

You can save them, you know, it said. It does pain me to do this to you, and to them. I just want you to help me. And you needed some motivation. So... What will it be?

Tears were forming in my eyes. I felt vulnerable. No matter what I chose, something bad would happen. I couldn't think straight. Without processing it, I breathed, "I won’t do anything.”

It snarled at me and the shadow glided quickly towards me. I stood up and started to run down the dirt road. The slithering sound surrounded me in thoughts of terror and the only thing I could think of was, I have to get out of here. I need to leave. Help me, please. Anybody.

I felt the spindly fingers circle around my ankles and I was jerked to a stop. In a millisecond, my body was flown backwards and all the breath was knocked out of me and I scrunched my eyes tight. Suddenly my body felt like lead. I opened my eyelids lightly and almost cried when I realized that I was completely surrounded by utter darkness, and I knew that the shadow was on top of me.

I heard the words, you will say yes to me, stupid child, I have told you this again and again.

I spat into the shadows, and heard an ‘ugh.’

“No,” I growled.

The shadow squealed and I felt my clothes, skin and hair being ripped apart. I screamed in one breath, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facia s libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos!”

The darkness lifted from me. Finally I was able to see what it really looked like.

It had the same features as in the dream. But this time, the eyes no longer looked intense. It also looked smaller. The body wasn’t blurry. It seemed so… normal without those two features. I was shocked that it was just wearing regular clothes over the peeling skin. I was expecting some kind of cloak.

It stared at me, its brown eyes losing focus. It didn’t die like the other demons I had killed had died. This one’s skin started peeling off completely, but once the piece of skin was gone, there was nothing underneath it. There was just an empty space of darkness. It just looked at me.

I looked back, straight into its eye and said, “This is the third time I’ve proven one of you guy’s that telling me what I’m going to do isn’t a good idea. I would tell you to tell your friends, but I’d rather not…

“Good bye.”

It completely blew away in the wind, and I was all alone.

I laid down as I realized how utterly exhausted I truly was. My skin was torn and I was bleeding from a lot of scratches but I really couldn’t quite feel it very intensely, it was duller. I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath at how the stars were still dim. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep.

When I awoke, completely rested, I was able to feel the full extent of my injuries. Groaning, I sat up and looked around myself. I was still in the same area I had been in before, except it was now dawn, and I watched in haziness as the sun came up. After several short minutes of just sitting there, I asked out loud, “Well, now what?”

A rustle from behind me sounded. I turned around and saw Castiel standing there, looking down at me. His face was stony and he looked suspicious and angry.

“Why are you back?” he asked, his voice its usual roughness.

I gave him a look. “Back where?”

He squinted at me and didn’t say anything for several minutes. Soon we were in a very intense staring contest. Finally he said, “Dean’s been very upset since you’ve left. So has Sam.”

I frowned. “Tell him-”

“Tell him yourself,” he interrupted. “We’re going home.”

“What?”

Cas brought his hand to my forehead. I backed up a bit. “What are you going on about, Cas?” I asked, getting a little frustrated.

“Jules,” he murmured. “You’re alive. Somehow. I don’t know how. I… I heard you calling for me last night. Well, not specifically for me, but somehow, I was the only one who heard you. It took me a long time to find you, so I do apologize for that.”

“Uhh…” I had no idea what to say or how to respond besides making dumb noises.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“How am I alive? Is this even real? I can’t be alive, I was just in heaven.”

He sighed. “I know just as much as you do, Jules. I do apologize, but just come with no argument.”

“Fine,” I growled.

With the flick of a wrist, Castiel’s rough, rather callused fingers touched my forehead and after a hooking feeling behind my nasal, I dropped to the ground. Except the ground was no longer a road. Instead, it was a hard carpet blue floor. It was dead silent until suddenly I heard a soft intake of breath. My head whipped up and both Sam and Dean were staring at me in utter shock and disbelief.

Sam was the first one to move. He stood up and walked over to me slowly. Voice cracking, he whispered, “Jules?”

I didn’t know what to say. It hadn’t even been that long but I felt that it had been forever since I had seen them, and now that I had, I was shocked.

He picked me up in a second, and hugged me tightly. “You’re real,” he said, holding on.

 “Uhh…” I responded lamely.

Dean just stood there, staring, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“Dean,” Sam coughed. “She’s okay.”

The oldest brother continued to stare.

Sam let go of me and kind of nudged me towards Dean. I walked rather slowly because I didn’t want to get attacked by Dean, though I doubt he would do that, even if he thought there might be a chance it was really me.

I stopped in the middle of the room. The words to come out of my mouth were, “I’m just glad you guys are okay… how did you guys escape?”

Dean’s head snapped to mine, and his voice cracked like a whip as he asked, “What?”

Calmly, I asked, “How did you guys escape? How long ago was it that you were there? You don’t seem to have any injuries… are you guys okay?”

Sam, from behind me, said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And from the looks of it, I don’t think Dean does either.”

My feet made their way to the side of the room so I could sit down. “Wait… so… You mean you didn’t get captured?”

“Jules,” Sam said, “We were never captured. And if we were, we would be able to get out of it quickly. I… What are you talking about?”

Anger rose up in me for the worry I felt with those images that were etched into my brain. “I saw you guys!” I yelled. I pointed to Sam. “You were there!” My finger pointed to Dean. “And you were there! And you were both in chains and being tortured and I had to watch!”

Dean stood up quickly and moved to me, grabbing my outstretched hand. “Jules, it’s okay. We’re okay. Nothing is wro-“

“No, it’s not okay!” I yelled. “I saw you guys! I was worried! I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for that!” My voice quieted a lot and I fell to the ground, my hands in my face. “It’s not okay,” I whispered.

Dean crouched down next to me. “Jules,” he said, “We are okay. You’re okay. I promise you, nothing is going to hurt us. Nothing is going to hurt you. You’re  okay.”

I sighed and stood up, suddenly getting over that really weird mood swing. I turned, making sure my eyes wouldn't make their way to one of the boys'. “Awh, shit. That was dramatic. I don’t even know where that came from. That was not like me.” I looked into the eyes of Dean, Sam, and Castiel. “I’m sorry,” I repeated.

They all mumbled that it was okay, so we moved on.

Soon we were all sitting on the beds, facing each other. Sam and I sitting on one, and Dean and Castiel sitting on the other. I tried to ignore the fact at how close the two were as I put my head in Sam’s lap as he played with my hair. We all told the stories of what happened while I was gone.

Apparently I was gone a lot longer than I had thought. It had only felt like days to me, but in reality I was gone for ten months. The boy’s had been doing their usual thing, hunting, but they told me it was a lot harder with me gone, because it just didn’t feel right. They told me funny stories of their travels, and sometimes we would get in the not so funny stories, the serious and gut wrenching ones. Cas and Dean wouldn’t cry over those stories, but they’d get a little choked up. Sam shed a few tears, but I cried the hardest.

I ended up telling them some stories about when I was in heaven, with Cleo.

“And the worst part is,” I said after telling them about how cool Cleo was, “is that I don’t even know if she’s real.”

It got real quiet after that, and nobody had much more to say on the subject. Cas didn’t even have much to say on Cleo, which made me sad because that meant she wasn’t real. He would have said something or reassured me that she might be real if she was or if there was a chance.

I fell asleep quickly. Even though my body had been asleep for ten months, my body was still tired, and I needed rest. I couldn’t be alone, so I asked one of the boy’s to sleep on top of the bed until I fell asleep completely. Sam did, and I was able to hold onto his large body until I did. It felt so nice to finally be able to touch something real. 

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Okay, so I really want to put right here how platonic Jules's relationship is with the boys, okay? I mean, like, think whatever you like, but she's going to have a different love interest in the sequal, which I will write after this story is finished.

I'm have like four or more chapters until the end of the story.

by the way, i do know that this chapter was kinda written badly so im really sorry!

and by that i mean i have no idea but im getting closish to the end of my plot...

yeah

enjoy! <3