Castiel knows what it is to die. He has met his end many times over his long life, and yet his story had continued, unperturbed by death. The realm of darkness and nothingness, however, seemed to be persistent in ending it once and for all. It was a paradise of nothing, a place Castiel could stop making mistakes, and finally rest, as the realm wished him to. Castiel might've complied, if it were not for the intervention of the boy with golden eyes. Jack knows what it is to lose someone. He wished he could say it was because of some greater force, but that would be a lie. They were all gone because of him. And, the Winchesters, however kind they were, still treated him like he was dangerous. They weren't and couldn't be the father he'd lost, or be replacements for his mother. Sadness and guilt plagued him, and his young heart trembled under the weight of his wrongdoings. Jack might've succumbed, if it were not for the intervention of the angel with blue eyes. (Two lost souls find their way together.) {Set after 13x04 of Supernatural. Written before 13x05} {Originally Published on A03}