When Charlie dies, it's brutal, and painful, and oh my God, what is that man doing to her—it hurts so much—at least Sam and Dean will be alright—please, make it stop—

She's relieved when it finally stops. She knows what happens when you go to Heaven—she's met an angel, of course she does. Sam and Dean had told her about the time they'd died, and they had their own personal Heavens.

A little section of Paradise, all to herself, where she lived out the greatest hits of her life. Didn't seem all that fun to her. But right now the thought of it was bliss compared to what she'd just escaped from.

Maybe she'd meet the boys' friend, the first hacker genius they'd met—Ash, Dean had said his name was. They could hack all of Heaven together.

But when she can finally see, she isn't in a place she recognizes. For a second, she's worried—what if some of the more dickish angels intercepted her soul or something? Is she not gonna have her Heaven?

But she doesn't see any angels—she doesn't see anyone. She's in a room, and there is a door on each of the walls. The room itself isn't empty—there's…a flatscreen TV? And a recliner, and a small table in the center of the room with a glass vase holding a single sunflower.

Then she notices something else. Against the wall, there are four round white things. They look…sort of like eggs. Very large eggs. She stops that train of thought.

She notices a book on the table, that wasn't there a second ago.

Picking it up, she reads the title.

How to Raise a Baby Angel, by Carver Edlund, dedicated to Celeste Middleton, the new mother of angel-children.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?