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

Part Two

Deans string no longer stretched towards the sky, the soul connected to his was no longer out of reach. He was rarely rendered speechless but faced with a man in a trench coat with such a powerful presence and a red string connecting them both Dean was, for once, at a loss for words. There were no snappy comebacks or jokes to make him seem braver... tougher than he actually was.

He wanted to demand answers. He wanted to know who... what was before him. Nothing with such an aura could truly be just a man. But mostly he wished to know why... Why was he pulled out of hell? Why was his string connected to the—the... thing that pulled him out?

He didn't get his answers that night. Only some crap about being important... being needed. No one made reference to the string connecting him and the angel. But he didn't expect anyone to, as far as he knew he's the only one who could see it.

An apocalypse was coming. The archangel Lucifer would be free to bring hell on earth. And apparently he was the only one who could stop it.... Stop him. The string, and what it meant for him to be tied to an angel... could wait.

Dean could wait. He wasn't completely sure he wanted to know anyways. Maybe it'd be better if he just forgot it. If he turned a blind eye. And never gave it another thought.

Dean doesn't stop the apocalypse. He doesn't stop Lucifer from escaping his prison. And he doesn't forget. He can't forget. Not when the only thing he can see when the angel, Castiel, pops back into his life time and time again is the string connecting them both.

But there are more important things. And Lucifer had to be stopped.

"I know you can see it, Dean," Castiel says once they have a private moment. Once Lucifer has been tucked back into his cage. "We have a profound bond... A connection. I know you can see it, too."

Dean denied everything. He lied straight through his teeth. He wasn't ready to face this. Whatever they had... Whatever it meant. He wasn't certain he would ever be ready. So he denied it all.

And the angel looked at him for a long moment, his head tilted to the side before he gave Dean a slow nod. A nod of acceptance... Defeat. If Dean wasn't ready, he wouldn't be the one to force him. And then the angel was gone without another word.

And Dean was equal parts relieved and disappointed that Castiel hadn't pushed further.