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Dean had long since lost track of how many times he’d died, but the last time was a lot more peaceful than the first. In fact, he didn't really remember it. He knew that Lucifer was back in his cage, and everything after that was kind of a blank. But he didn't remember pain. There was no fear, no hellhound claws ripping through him this time. It was pretty much like falling asleep.
The clouds were new. Or at least he thought they were clouds. Walking on them was a lot more solid than he would have expected, but their color and shape was hard to mistake. They were very different from the nauseatingly opulent 'waiting room' Zachariah had kept him locked in once before.
A peal of laughter echoed around the cloudscape and he realized he wasn't alone. He wandered around a bit, peaking behind this cloud and that, before finally finding the source of the merriment. There were three of them, two women and man. They were too far away for Dean to tell anything at first, but as he drew closer one of the women began to take on a familiar shape. He paused, a little nervous suddenly, but she had already seen him.
"So you can keep a promise to a girl. I'm impressed,” Jo grinned at him. Dean was about to protest, to defend his reputation, but then realized it was a fair point. Shrugging, he walked over to their table, taking her two companions in as he got close enough to really see them. Of all the pastimes he could have imagined people used to pass the time in heaven, poker wouldn’t have been high on the list, but that was what they appeared to be playing.
"So this is the boy toy you've been waiting for?" the other woman said with a smirk, a predatory gleam in her eye that made Dean vaguely nervous. "The Dean?" Jo snorted.
"Dean, this is Kara, and her husband Sam. They've been here for awhile. They kind of took me under their wing when I first got here."
"Literally," Sam grinned, flexing a pair of feathery white appendages on his back. Dean's eyes widened as he realized they all had wings, even Jo, and he wondered how he'd missed them before. They weren't entirely solid, almost like they weren't really there, like they were just an apparition. He reached out to touch Jo's but his fingers passed right through. She smacked his hand.
"If you must grope, grope yourself." Startled, he craned his neck, struggling to see his own back. He couldn't get a completely clear view, and he nearly fell over trying, but he was pretty sure Jo was telling the truth. He had wings. What the hell?
"You'll get used to them," Jo winked, starring down Kara over her hand of cards. Kara, for her part, was still snorting over Dean’s attempts to see behind him. He glared down at her, and realized the wings weren't the only things Dean hadn't noticed at first. They all had halos too. Not solid gold rings like in kid's picture books, but a slight golden glow sitting atop their heads. Kara's, he noted, was crooked.
"You want in at the next hand?" Sam asked, motioning to the empty chair. Dean shrugged and sat down.
"What are we playing for," he asked.
"Sexual favors," Kara grinned. Dean's eyes bulged.
"Don't confuse the new kid, baby," Sam said, sending his wife a pointed gaze. She promptly stuck her tongue out in response.
"Don't mind them.” Jo looked purposefully bored as she threw a few chips on the pile. “They think they’re cute.”
“Hey,” Sam protested, shuffling his cards around, “I’m adorable. And, to answer your question Dean, we play for booze.” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Booze?”
“Damn straight,” Kara said. “And I gotta say, whatever you’re used to drinking down on Earth, it can’t compare to the stuff they got up here.” She picked up a bottle that he hadn’t noticed before. That seemed to happen a lot around here. Things didn’t exist, until they did. Wanting to test his theory, Dean imagined a bottle just like hers in his hand. And it was there! Jo grinned.
“Very good, Deano. You’re not entirely witless after all. Now let’s play.”
The clouds were new. Or at least he thought they were clouds. Walking on them was a lot more solid than he would have expected, but their color and shape was hard to mistake. They were very different from the nauseatingly opulent 'waiting room' Zachariah had kept him locked in once before.
A peal of laughter echoed around the cloudscape and he realized he wasn't alone. He wandered around a bit, peaking behind this cloud and that, before finally finding the source of the merriment. There were three of them, two women and man. They were too far away for Dean to tell anything at first, but as he drew closer one of the women began to take on a familiar shape. He paused, a little nervous suddenly, but she had already seen him.
"So you can keep a promise to a girl. I'm impressed,” Jo grinned at him. Dean was about to protest, to defend his reputation, but then realized it was a fair point. Shrugging, he walked over to their table, taking her two companions in as he got close enough to really see them. Of all the pastimes he could have imagined people used to pass the time in heaven, poker wouldn’t have been high on the list, but that was what they appeared to be playing.
"So this is the boy toy you've been waiting for?" the other woman said with a smirk, a predatory gleam in her eye that made Dean vaguely nervous. "The Dean?" Jo snorted.
"Dean, this is Kara, and her husband Sam. They've been here for awhile. They kind of took me under their wing when I first got here."
"Literally," Sam grinned, flexing a pair of feathery white appendages on his back. Dean's eyes widened as he realized they all had wings, even Jo, and he wondered how he'd missed them before. They weren't entirely solid, almost like they weren't really there, like they were just an apparition. He reached out to touch Jo's but his fingers passed right through. She smacked his hand.
"If you must grope, grope yourself." Startled, he craned his neck, struggling to see his own back. He couldn't get a completely clear view, and he nearly fell over trying, but he was pretty sure Jo was telling the truth. He had wings. What the hell?
"You'll get used to them," Jo winked, starring down Kara over her hand of cards. Kara, for her part, was still snorting over Dean’s attempts to see behind him. He glared down at her, and realized the wings weren't the only things Dean hadn't noticed at first. They all had halos too. Not solid gold rings like in kid's picture books, but a slight golden glow sitting atop their heads. Kara's, he noted, was crooked.
"You want in at the next hand?" Sam asked, motioning to the empty chair. Dean shrugged and sat down.
"What are we playing for," he asked.
"Sexual favors," Kara grinned. Dean's eyes bulged.
"Don't confuse the new kid, baby," Sam said, sending his wife a pointed gaze. She promptly stuck her tongue out in response.
"Don't mind them.” Jo looked purposefully bored as she threw a few chips on the pile. “They think they’re cute.”
“Hey,” Sam protested, shuffling his cards around, “I’m adorable. And, to answer your question Dean, we play for booze.” Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Booze?”
“Damn straight,” Kara said. “And I gotta say, whatever you’re used to drinking down on Earth, it can’t compare to the stuff they got up here.” She picked up a bottle that he hadn’t noticed before. That seemed to happen a lot around here. Things didn’t exist, until they did. Wanting to test his theory, Dean imagined a bottle just like hers in his hand. And it was there! Jo grinned.
“Very good, Deano. You’re not entirely witless after all. Now let’s play.”