When Cas flew off, he mostly just hoped there would be enough of a Heaven for him to examine. There was much to his relief, but it was eerily empty. Devoid of angels. The souls were like echoes of themselves, but he could feel and see them. That was enough. For an angel, it was easy to move faster than the speed of light. Without the confines of his vessel, it was something akin to a human scratching its nose.
As it would turn out Trish Dailey's heaven was the three million and seventy-fifth heaven in a random sequence. In terms of females, she was attractive. Her memories were as he'd expected - becoming an EMT, meeting Cole, Thanksgiving dinner with her family. There was one prominent memory of her and Cole on a sofa together. He did not stay for that one. Even though he remained invisible, there were things he believed were not his business.
When he returned to the rooftop, perhaps two minutes had passed. "You feature prominently in her Heaven," he reported. "I...did not stay long. There are several memories there I believe you would prefer I have no knowledge of. But she is all right. Her soul is at peace."