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The thing about heaven is that it is truly perfect. Perfect enough to have the imperfections that make it perfect.
Harvelle's Roadhouse was exactly the way Dean remembered it. The smell of stale beer and gunpowder. The long scarred oak bar that stretched out through the building. The cork board which had newspaper clippings and polaroids of old friends. Everything is what it used to be, right down to the cheap whiskey that Dean liked so much. Classic music was playing on the sound system and even Ash was passed out on top of his favorite table in the back corner booth.
( And along came Jack )
[NFB unless there are squirrels in heaven and honestly do they really deserve an afterlife? Also NFI unless your character is also in heaven. And they may deserve the afterlife but why are they here?]
Harvelle's Roadhouse was exactly the way Dean remembered it. The smell of stale beer and gunpowder. The long scarred oak bar that stretched out through the building. The cork board which had newspaper clippings and polaroids of old friends. Everything is what it used to be, right down to the cheap whiskey that Dean liked so much. Classic music was playing on the sound system and even Ash was passed out on top of his favorite table in the back corner booth.
( And along came Jack )
[NFB unless there are squirrels in heaven and honestly do they really deserve an afterlife? Also NFI unless your character is also in heaven. And they may deserve the afterlife but why are they here?]
