Month: December 2013

wallmakerrelict:

Dean opens his eyes, dust swirling in his vision, gravel under his head, bright sun scorching his face. He has just enough time to wonder where he is before he sits up to see that he’s lying in the parking lot of Harvelle’s Roadhouse. Ash is crouched a few feet away, staring at him.

“Oh…” Dean coughs.

“Yep,” says Ash nonchalantly.

“Does this mean… This time, I’m really…”

Ash sticks out and hand and helps Dean to his feet. “Don’t you fucking complain. You were, like, seventy. That’s a lot more than any of us got.”

“Sam,” Dean mutters, distracted. “And Cas…”

“They’ll be along,” Ash promises. “I’ve even got the TVs inside wired up so you can keep an eye on them. Relax, man. It was your time.”

Dean draws in a long breath of air, tasting hot sand, and blows it back out. “Did you find Ellen and Jo?”

“I found everybody,” says Ash with a grin. “Since the angels left, I run this place. All the locks are busted off the doors now. People can come and go between different versions of Heaven all they want. You can go visit Bobby and Rufus – they mostly drive around with Rufus’s daughter. Victor’s got a nice lake house. You can go rock out with Pam or hit the gun range with Gwen. Dude, I even found your mom!”

Dean turns and clears his throat to hide the happy tears that are threatening to pour down his cheeks. “Okay, I could get used to this,” he says.

"Come on in, then,” says Ash, leading Dean toward the Roadhouse. As they walk, he quickly adds, “Oh, I better warn you. You remember how Kevin Tran asked you to tell him what all was going down before he died, and you told him to trust you, and he told you that he’d get screwed over?”

“Uh, yeah.”

With a grimace, Ash flings the front door of the Roadhouse open. At the sight of Dean’s face, Kevin springs up from where he’s sharing a Coke with Linda at the bar, strikes the most dramatic pose he can possibly manage, and screams in a voice that shakes the rafters, “I TOLD YOU SO.”