Tattered Destiny || Strings of Fate - Part Two || Completed

Part One

It took years, but eventually one human earned his wings. And he flew around the world searching.

He left his brother behind in heaven. Sam had everything he wanted. Eileen and a dog. They were together, happy and free of the uncaring world beneath them. And so Sam's brother left him behind to search for the piece of himself that he had lost.

The other half of his string that had been torn away.

And as he flew the world continued to turn beneath him, uncaring. But still he looked.

Dean checked their old home first. It still stood even though the years had gone by. Another family lived their now, unaware of the houses history. The now angel watched them for a moment, they were happy. Together. And his heart pinched for the family he had lost, and been forced to leave behind.

He flew on. Cities. Diners. Bars. He checked them all. Hotels and farms. Nothing.

His love. His fallen angel.... Cas... was nowhere to be found. But still Dean kept searching.

He flew across the world twice. Three times. Pyramids. Towers. Oceans. And still there was nothing. Not even a trace of his angels grace. Not a whisper of a trench coat or blue eyes.

Dean found their children, now grey and aging with children of their own. He was a grandfather now, with a great grandchild on the way. And Deans heart burned because he had missed so much. And they had mourned him. And they had inevitably moved on.

And he left them without a word. If they felt his presence the angel didn't know. He couldn't come back into their lives now a stranger.

And he searched. He searched and he searched. The world he flew over. Four times. Six.

Still not a sign. Not a breath.

And Dean walked the earth. One year. Two.

Angels begged him to return to heaven. To his brother. To his kin.

But still Dean searched. Six years. Seven.

He sought out witches and werewolves. Vampires.

In his eighth year back on earth Dean returned to his children. He revealed himself to them, young as the day he left. And they stood before him, weathered. Aged. And he asked them.

He begged for news. A word. A sign.

But they had nothing.

"He disappeared," they said. "We couldn't find him. He's gone."