Strings of Fate || Strings of Fate - Part One || Completed

Part One

Dean hadn't always been able to see the strings tying certain people together, but when they appeared he knew better than to mention them to his father. Or even his brother Sam. In fear he kept the ability secret. He believed it made him a freak to see the red strings of fate tying soulmates to each other. And he knew what his father thought of the unknown... the supernatural. He didn't want to become something his father would disapprove of... something he'd would want to hunt.

So he kept it secret. And he tried not to look at the strings. But his father's, tattered and faded hanging limply by his side, often caught Deans attention. John Winchester's string of fate had been long broken... And dean often thought of what his life would be like if it had never been torn. If his mother had never died.

Maybe he wouldn't be a hunter. Maybe he would've went to college, found a nice girl. Had a couple of kids. The white picket fence life.

Dean often daydreamed of what his life would've been like, but what he dreamed about most was seeing the string attached to his own pinkie. No matter how hard he had tried he had never been able to see it. As far as he knew there was know way to tell what direction his life was supposed to take. And so he spent his life on the road. Driving from city to city. Fighting monsters and saving people.

But that was before Dean died and went to hell.

The first thing Dean noticed after he clawed his way out of his own grave was the red string running from his pinkie finger and up into the sky. And since then he had tried not to give it too much thought. He often thought that it was sign his soulmate was dead and in heaven. But Dean knew that when someone's soulmate died their string broke. Just like his fathers had.

With a handprint burned into his shoulder and a red string attached to his finger Dean continued on with his life. Hoping to one day have answers.

And one night in a barn with sigils and traps painted on every surface, and a man named Bobby Singer by his side, Dean found the answers to both of his questions.