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It had come to Castiel's attention that he spent rather a lot of time talking about Hell -- in perhaps too great detail -- but he hadn't detailed Heaven. Well, he could rectify that easily enough ~~now that canon has given his mun some idea~~. He actually kind of smiled at the congregation when he stood before them, today. Which, you know, was kind of creepy, but whatever.

"Heaven," he said, "is Paradise. My experience with it as an angel will naturally be different from your experience with it after death, but that is as it should be. It should be noted as well that each individual's experience of Heaven will be different as well. Heaven is a construct of all your happiest earthly memories and ideal locations, your own private paradise. All of your loved ones will be there, exactly as you remember them. Or, rather, constructs of your loved ones will be there. They'll be just as you remember them because that is what they are: memories. This is, again, as it should be." He frowned. "At least that's what we're told."

Perhaps it was best not to examine that thought too closely.

"Most angels are assigned to be a support network for the immortal human souls after their arrival -- something I believe many of my brethren might have forgotten. Some angels to watch out for include Zachariah, who has six wings and four faces." Wait. "Or possibly a balding business man." Moving on. "Heaven is built along the Axis Mundi, which will appear as many different things to different people. It is the route one can follow to arrive in the Garden at the center of Heaven. That is where, I'm told, one might have found the Lord, before he . . . wandered off. Now you're likely to find Joshua, the keeper of the Garden. God talks to him." Castiel clearly didn't understand why Joshua got that lofty privilege. Dude was just a gardener, after all. "Anyway, the important thing is that you remain good, so you can get into Heaven. Where you'll have to dodge certain angels, and be surrounded by imaginary representations of your loved ones, whom you will likely never meet in person again."

[ooc: I love my canon. ~~OCD coming up!~~ And away we go.]

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"Yeah, I've noticed," he said, smirking. "I have been for about a week now. Punishment from the Magic Reserves."

"It seems like a very ineffective punishment."

"Oh, trust me, it is. I haven't been able to go to work all week because of this," Chuck said. "I'd get locked up if I walked in there claiming to be Chuck Bass."

Castiel frowned. "At Caritas?"

"No, my job in New York," he said. "In the universe where magic doesn't exist and therefore there's no possible way I could suddenly become a woman."

The fanfiction Castiel had read would disagree, but Castiel had been slowly learning that fanfiction didn't always accurately reflect reality.

Or, you know, ever.

"I see. But you're not in New York."

"No, I'm not. I can't go back there while I'm like this," Chuck said. "I'm stuck hanging around here being bored instead of going back to New York to attend meetings."

Yes, he found that to be fun.

"Which is why this is a punishment for me."

Castiel nodded. "I think I understand." After all, even when he was in his own dimension, he was still cut off from Heaven. "I'm very sorry, then. I would offer to attempt to rectify the situation, but I'm fairly certain my current powers don't extend that far."

"I've been told that it'll wear off eventually. Not before prom, it looks like, which sucks but whatever." He had come to terms with the fact that he'll be wearing a dress to the dance. "But thanks for the offer."

"The prom?"

"It's a school dance that's tomorrow," Chuck explained. "The last one before the seniors graduate."

"Is it a difficult dance to learn?"

Chuck suddenly realized he had kind of missed explaining every little thing to Castiel while he had been busy the last few weeks. "It's not...okay, there's dancing but it's not a specific one in particular. It's just a party type thing. I'll admit, it's kind of lame and mostly for girls to show off their ability to get a date but it's tradition. I've got to show up. Even if I have to show up as a girl."

"And will you have a date, then?"

"Um, no," he said. "I've only been a girl for a week and a good majority of that was spent trying to reverse my situation. I didn't really have time to get a date."

"So you're out of time, then?"

"It'd be kind of weird to ask someone on such short notice," he said, nodding a little. "Besides, there's not many people willing to go with a girl-that's-really-a-guy. I'm fine with it though."

He had been to plenty of dances alone as a guy, he was sure he could handle going alone as a girl.

"It's good that you do not let these social pressures define you."

"Yeah, I guess that's what I'm doing," he said. Or he just didn't feel like dealing with the weird looks that would inevitably come up when he asked someone out. "It seems to be a big deal to a lot of girls though. Dinah said it makes them feel self-conscious or something."

"Being a girl, she may well know such things." Perhaps he'd ask Sophie about it. She was a girl once, right?

Shelley didn't seem the sort to ask, really.

"I guess so," Chuck said, shrugging. "Luckily I'm still a guy mentally so I don't have to deal with that."

"Is there that much difference between the mentalities?"

"I think there is? I don't know for sure since I've only ever been a guy," he said. "I just know that a lot of guys have a lot of trouble interacting with girls. If they were alike mentally then it wouldn't be that difficult."