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

Part Five

A house. A family. A Life. Dean wanted peace and love. He didn't want to spend the rest of his days fighting a stream of monsters that seemed to never end. And so Dean and Castiel built themselves a house on the edge of a small town. Close enough that should they ever really be needed they could help but far enough away that they could have their peace.

They built themselves a home. They built themselves a family.

Orphaned children of hunters. They took them in. Taught them. How to defend themselves and how to kill just about anything but also to live the life that they wanted to have, free will and the choice to be whomever they wanted to be. They taught them love and kindness and peace. And Dean never raised an unkind hand to any of them.

He was a better man then his father ever was. Even if he couldn't see it.

And Castiel grew a garden. He filled it with flowers and vegetables and fruit. And sometimes he could be found watching the bees and the ants and all of the other small creatures with wonder. It was the little things.

Deans brother still hunted. He didn't have a soulmate to bring him peace, his string long since torn. He would have to find peace within himself. But until then... he hunted. Dean always made sure that Sam new he had a home to return to. Whenever he needed.

And years past and Sam found peace with himself. Forgiveness for the things he had done. He had always tried to do what he thought was right, and that had to count for something.

Though Sam never stopped hunting, he did stay more local. Taking care of threats to his community instead of humanity as a whole. He lived in a small apartment near his brother, alone aside from a friendly pit bull he had found abandoned in an alleyway. And he was happy.

And they were happy. Content. At peace.

But good things seldom last. And darkness crept into their lives again. Another apocalypse. Another threat desperate to destroy the world.

And our heroes took up arms again to protect the weak and the innocent. To protect those that lacked the knowledge to protect themselves.

And the world survived. Strings were torn. Lovers separated. But the world went on. Blind to what had been lost.

An angel cast from heaven, cursed to walk the world forever. Searching.

A human who finally discovered which of Deaths books held his permanent ending.

Strings of fate, torn apart.

And the world went on. Blind. Uncaring.