Disclaimer: No ownage.

Author's Note: Okay, this? This is a drabble series. This is not the creation of a new 'verse. I've got three of those already and they're quite enough. This is just me taking some time off and indulging...actually its a plot bunny that clamped onto my leg, refused to let go and is even now threatening to consume my left ankle.

But, whatever. No verse! Once this is done, its done. Done I tell you!

Enjoy.

1.

Heaven's nice.

Which is the point, clearly, but Jo has always thought Heaven's supposed to be…spectacular. It could be looking the gift horse in the mouth, but do they really think she's going to settle for 'nice' when they've been advertising 'spectacular' for the past few millennia or so?

It isn't even that she isn't happy with what she's been given. What she's been given is amazing, takes her breath away every artificial morning and warms the cockles of her heart every artificial night.

She sees her Dad every Sunday when he and Mom visit for dinner and Jo makes a point of stopping by the Roadhouse whenever she's in the neighborhood. The kids stay with them when she and Dean have a hunt or need some alone time. Ash is always there, either sleeping on his favorite pool table or teaching her eldest daughter how to count cards. Bobby calls everyday, and she quietly glories in the sound of him tromping about in those old boots of his. Sam's in and out all the time, bringing news that never changes and dragging Dean off for some brotherly bonding, the pair of them smiling over their shoulders at her as they head off out the door.

Each night she curls up with Dean, her breath mingling warmly with his, mapping his heartbeat with ears and hands and love, knowing nothing will ever hurt her again, or hurt her children or her husband or her parents or friends.

It's nice. It's safe. It's so very, very fake.

AN: Who wants more?