Liliana didn't answer, regarding Kevin for a loooooooooong moment. "There are thousands of you," she murmured. "Tiny little tragedies played out over and over again about the Multiverse. But at least in my corner, spirits go where they are meant to go."

They became one with the Aether, not damned to the Abyss by a petty man-child with a temper tantrum.

She turned back to Dean, suddenly all business. "I certainly didn't wake up before six in the blasted morning and then come here and spend time and effort dragging a ghost back through the dregs of madness just to discover my time was wasted because some jumped-up planeswalker with a host of over-preened angels at his back said he can't come to their stupid heavenly party, now did I?" she demanded. "I bound this boy's spirit, he is mine. And just because you're negligent doesn't mean that I'm ready to let one of mine either obey angels or enrich demons, never mind both at once."

Snapping her fingers impatiently like a Boomer at a waitress, she added, "Tell me how to get to this heavenly plane."