Reflection or Perception?
Epilogue

Well after a long and complex journey we have finally reached the end of the story, it is meant to be ambiguous as we are not the Supernatural writers and we do not have foresight as to how they are going to fix Heaven but we hope that this fits in. We cannot express how much we appreciate the follows, favourites and reviews despite our inconsistency at times, so thank you to each and everyone of you and we hope you enjoyed reading our story. Love & sexdrugsandoreos xxxx

The room was bright. The harsh light was streaming through his closed eyelids which made him reluctant to let his eyes be exposed to the brightness around him. At first Dean Winchester believe he was dead. There was little noise and though he desperately scrambled through his memories, he couldn't clasp to anything that may tell him otherwise.

The last thing he remembered was the trials.

Sammy.

The thought of his injured brother forced him to prise his eyes open. He wasn't dead, he was in hospital. He had fallen asleep in the chair beside the unconscious figure of Sam who lay motionless in the bed with various tubes and wires connected to him.

Dean sighed internally feeling hopeless but more than that he couldn't remove this feeling in the pit of his stomach of failure. Naturally he felt he had failed his brother by letting him complete the trials instead of himself but there was more to it. He felt as though he had struggled and fought hard but yet unable to complete the task set out for him.

He mused over this thought momentarily as he continued to glance over at Sam, the feeling continued to nag at him as if there was something very important that he had forgotten and it was integral that he remembered. He then noticed a redness on his brother's hand, as he turned it over a sudden jolt occurred in the depths of his memory. As he grasped hold of a weak thread which seemed to link him to the past he continued to stare hard at the gash which had appeared on Sam's hand. Logically it could have occurred while he was in the warehouse but that would not explain his feeling and Dean had been around long enough and seen far too much to know that a feeling like that should not be ignored.

But it was.

It was forgotten as instantly as it had entered his mind. The brain prioritises, and the entrance of the Doctor who had come to tell Dean that his brother, his only family, was dying certainly put his mind into perspective, suddenly that cut seemed inconsequential.

Far away from that hospital room in a place even the highest ranking angels have no knowledge of sat the spirit of what once was a great archangel. Having hidden behind the façade of The Trickster for many years Gabriel liked to believe this was his greatest trick ever, he was defying death. However, he knew this was not the case, he didn't know if he was in the Purgatory equivalent for angels or he was simply lingering, being allowed to complete one last trick before his ultimate demise.

Yet he had finished his trick, it had failed and he was still there. He had even restored the world's natural order, the Winchesters' memories had been wiped of their task to fix Heaven, though he had left their joint case with the BAU team intact, that partnership may be useful to them in the future, so he couldn't understand what was left.

It then came to him in a dream, if it was a dream, it was continual nothingness in this place of no name and no reason. Perhaps it was a message from his father, he had felt closer to his father there in the solitude than he had in a long time when he was alive, maybe this was his destiny after all, God would save Heaven through him. Nevertheless it was revealed to him, little did the two brothers know that though their forgotten plight was seemingly without reward or purpose it ultimately had the greatest significance of all. Through reciting the spell they had unlocked the secret to fixing Heaven and undoing Metatron's spell once and for all and finally restoring order for the angels but there was a chain of events through their original timeline that they must complete in order for it to be successful.

Gabriel smiled smugly as there was nothing he enjoyed more than messing with his favourite humans, and now it was simply a waiting game.

Waiting for Sam and Dean Winchester to once again save the day.