Something's in the air (For roadhouse_mama)

[didhisbest]

Being dead had never been quite the break John thought it would be. Sure, it had been nice for awhile, surrounded by all his greatest memories... So many with Mary and his boys for the most part, but it hadn't lasted and he couldn't say he was unhappy about it. As much as he enjoyed those memories, he'd take being in control any day.

Ash had found him eventually, brought him to the Roadhouse where there'd been more familiar faces than he'd wanted to see, but they all knew what kind of end they had waiting for them. It wasn't a surprise.

And for awhile, it had been nice, catching up with everyone and learning what his boys had accomplished (Even if it was still hard for John to bite down on his disappointment and anger at his kids' mistakes. They'd still done plenty for him to be proud of though). It hadn't lasted as long as he would have liked.

The angels were gone. They all knew it. There wasn't anyone up here in Heaven to watch the souls anymore... John didn't even want to know what all that could mean. His hand was gripping a beer bottle tight as he looked across the table where Ellen was sitting. Everyone was quiet, too wrapped up in their own worries to really be big on conversation right now. He let out a breath and shook his head after a moment, trying to clear his thoughts. Get them in some kind of order at least.

"We need to do something." Not like he needed to tell her or anything. She had to know.

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[roadhouse_mama]

They’d all felt the discharge of the spell. Powerful magic that rocked Heaven to its very foundation. For the most part, angels kept their distance from the souls they guarded, letting them drift in peace and in happy memories. But that didn’t mean that Ellen and Ash weren’t looking for their own. Memories were fine, but they were more than that even if they were dead.

Reconnecting in the Roadhouse had helped, made them feel a bit more like themselves. After all, hunters were fiercely independent even in the afterlife. They’d decide what their heaven should be.

She let out a breath, looking around the bar and the collection of quiet, worried faces before turning her attention back to John.

“Ash is still trying to tune into the angels. He’s getting nothing.” They were on their own. Again.

“How far have you two gotten away from the Roadhouse? Moving in Heaven?”

[didhisbest]

"We can move around, but... we haven't seen much. I don't know what's going on, but it's nothing good." The angels were gone, but he had no doubt that they weren't alone up here.

"No one else has come up here though, so I guess that's good. Sam and Dean are still alive." And John didn't have any doubt that they knew what was going on.