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

Part Four

Castiel and Dean spent many nights together after he admitted the truth. Some nights were spent sleepless, tangled up in bedsheets and each other. Other nights were spent just wrapped up in the others arms. They spoke of dreams and times already past. Memories and nightmares. And Dean has never been happier. He had the love of his life right beside him. And Castiel has never known true contentment like this before. True peace. In all of his years he had never understood why an angel would give up everything to be with a human. But now he understood.

And he was happy. He was free. Free of the weight of his position. Free of his families rules and expectations. For the first time in the angels life he could simply exist. Castiel has his hunter, and he wished for nothing more.

There were times Dean would doubt his worthiness of the angel, but Castiel was always there to quiet his fears. And Dean slowly learned that it wasn't so much a matter of deserving but if mutual choice. The angel chose Dean, time and time again. Over his family. Over heaven and God himself. The angel chose Dean. And that knowledge comforted the hunter far more than anything else could. And Dean would choose his angel in this lifetime and the next. For however long they got, he would choose his angel. And Castiel would choose him.

Nothing was easy, however. Not even this.

They could always choose each other, but there would always be something trying to tear them apart. The pair suffered much for their love. But they always found each other. They swore nothing would keep them apart. And so they faced hell, purgatory, even the empty... Not alone, but together. Monsters, even God himself tried; coming between them at every turn. But nothing, not even Death herself, could tear through their red string.

And they found each other. Time and time again.

And they saved world.

And they loved and they lost. And they grew weary fighting the same monsters. The same battles. But what else was there? What else had either of them ever known?

In silence they craved a simple life, something neither of them had ever had. One filled with love and peace. They wanted to enjoy what the world had to offer. They wanted more than dusty back roads and greasy diner food. But neither of them ever spoke of these desires. Not until one cold winter night after a particularly taxing hunt. The pair was leaned up against the trunk of the impala, a drink split between them, and their eyes cast to the stars.

"I don't want to do this anymore. The hunting."

"Then what do you want to do, Dean?"