The Unexpected Soulmate (A Destiel FanFiction)

The First Goodbye

Castiel was spending that last few minutes he had with his soul. His heart was aching knowing that he had to say goodbye. He should've mentally prepared himself, knowing this time would come eventually, but after five hundred years, the angel had gotten accustomed to the soul never leaving his side.

As they flew to the center of Heaven, to meet up with all the other angels and their Father, Castiel relived the precious moments he shared with his soul. He thought about sitting with his soul and watching it as it danced in the starlight, the soul's tendrils reaching up to try and capture the stars. Castiel would smile wishing he could capture the stars as well.

The next memory hit the angel like a ton of bricks. It was the night his soul reached further than it had ever dared and caressed Castiel's Angelic grace. The soul had initiated a bond between itself and the angel. His grace immediately wrapped itself around the soul's tendril accepting the bond, causing Castiel's body to resonate with heat and light. A bond between an angel and a human soul was very rare, in fact Castiel had only seen it happen once before. In order for the bond to be complete, a soul, an angel's grace, the angel themselves, and a human all had to accept the bond. Castiel had always dreamed of this moment and he was happy to accept the bond. Once he accepted the angel swore he saw the soul smile.

Looking back on this moment, Castiel began to cry.

What if this human does not want me? The soul reached over with a tendril and caressed the angel's face reassuring Castiel that the human would love him, just as his soul did.

He had reached the center where the gate down to Earth stood, open wide, waiting for his soul to travel through, into its human body. Castiel looked around at his brothers and sisters. Some looked jealous, others seemed to pity him, his archangel brothers looked happy to be rid of the soul, and Balthazar and Anna gave him a reassuring smile, letting the angel know they were there for him.

"Castiel. It is time. The 'Righteous Man' must be born now in order to save the human race." God said reaching out a hand towards the soul, which was so wound in Castiel's fingers it would not let go. Castiel had to coax the soul out his hand and into his Father's, and after what seemed like hours, the 'Righteous Man' finally let go and hesitantly made its way over to God. God lightly blew on the soul and it vanished.

Suddenly, a loud blast of cries resonated through heaven. The angels all looked down to earth to see a baby boy with bright green eyes. Castiel had never seen his soul looking so beautiful.

"Welcome to Earth, Dean Winchester."

Dean Winchester. It was the most beautiful name Castiel had ever heard. He looked down at the baby and smiled. Father was right to name him the "Righteous Man". In him I see hope. I see salvation. I see my soul, and I must protect him. At that thought the angel looked down at Dean.

"I will always watch over you."

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Dean Winchester was now four years old. He was sitting in the living room holding his baby brother Sam, who was only six months old. They were living in Kansas with their parents, John and Mary Winchester. Castiel has been watching over them and protecting the Winchesters with his wings, now much larger than before, by shadowing over the house, so no evil would come near.

On this night, much like the last few, Mary told Dean it was time for bed. Unwillingly Dean gave Sam to his mother and followed her up the stairs. Once they reached the nursery, Dean begged his mother to let him put his brother in his crib, and after a few minutes, she said yes.

Dean carefully began to place Sam in his crib. His dad had snuck in behind him and said "Be careful son." Dean nodded and places his brother in the crib. Castiel watched as John wrapped his arms around Mary's waist and kiss her cheek, whispering "Look at our beautiful boys." This cause her to smile. Then, Castiel looked back over at Dean who was kissing his baby brother's forehead.

"Goodnight Sammy."

Dean then kissed his parents goodnight and proceeded to his own room, sinking low under the covers, and drifting off to sleep. Castiel watched for a few moments while his Dean slept and then proceeded to close his own eye, reliving what the Winchesters did that day. The angel then quietly entered Dean's dream. He and Sam were older and they were playing ball outside with their dad, while their mom was inside baking pie for Dean's birthday.

Suddenly, Castiel was expelled from the dream as Dean woke up to screaming. Flames began to engulf the Winchester house, but Dean fearlessly ran towards Sam's nursery. Castiel froze, watching Dean take Sam from his dad.

"Now Dean! Go!" John was yelling at Dean to take Sam out of the house. Castiel was still in shock but managed to clear a safe, flameless path, for Dean to follow. He could only do so much from Heaven, and it was forbidden to be seen on earth. Castiel wrapped his wings around the boys and watched as their dad came out shortly after, but Mary was nowhere to be found and John was trying to hide his tears from his sons.

"Is that...my house? John? Sam? Dean! What is going on?" Castiel jumped at the sound of Mary Winchesters voice next to him. He looked over to see Mary crying into her hands. The angel went to comfort her, even though he was no good at it, but froze again as Michael walked through the door.

"Mary Winchester. My name is Michael. I am an archangel of the Lord. You have served your family well. Now, it is time to rest." With a snap of his fingers they vanished and Castiel felt empty.

The emptiness pulled at his very being as he looked back down on Dean to see him taking in the news that his mother was gone. He did not cry, he just held Sam tight to his body and followed John into his '67 Chevy Impala.

Castiel could not help but feel angry with himself. Had I not entered his dream I would've felt that something was wrong. I should've been watching over him. It's my responsibility. If I had been paying attention I could've save his mother. The angel was internally battling with himself. Maybe it was destiny? No. It can't be. It is my fault. I should've been able to save her. I have failed Dean. I cannot fail him again.

The angel looked back down at Dean. John Winchester was driving fast, most likely to get far away from this town. He looked over at Dean who was still holding his brother, refusing to let go, refusing to shed a tear. Dean had to stay strong for his brother and Castiel admired that.

"Don't worry Sammy. I won't let anything bad happen to you."