Hello All! So, a few points before I get into the actually story! One, this story will be marked as complete, but it is not. Why? Well, let me explain. Today is the Birthday of the Fabulous Kristina, whom I refer to as Tris. Now, this fanfiction was intended as her birthday gift. However, being me, I was unable to finish it in time, but I really want it posted today. So, that said, there is one chapter missing (it's the cowboy chapter too...) that I will upload at a later date. Two, this fanfiction needs quite a lot of work. I really like the concept and I want to flesh it out and make it both better and long. I will do this at some point. Three, probably the most important, is that this fanfiction is written as though Chuck/God/Carver Edlund wrote it.

This story is very loosely based on the song Past Lives by Ke$ha. It's a gorgeous song, and this line really describes Destiel I think:

"We were lovers in a past life, I can see it in your green eyes..."

And now, let us enter into the story...

Authors Note

BeckyWinchester: OMG! I just found another one of the Supernatural stories, and I *had* to upload it. The fandom will EXPLODE, I can feel it! This is totally amazing, so go read it!

Chapter One: The First Of Many Beginnings

Whoever said beginnings are easy was stoned, and probably deserves to be stoned in the biblical sense. In the beginning, you have to introduce the characters, give a setting, and get the plot moving. It's sweat and blood and tears, and sometimes you repeat yourself, or forget where you meant to go with the story, or maybe the story is too complicated to make much sense no matter what you do.
But hey, what do I know? I'm just Carver Edlund, a guy with a laptop and too much time on my hands. Might as well tell the world the stories that unfold inside my head. That's what writers do.

Plus, I'm pretty sure that's what first chapters are for- the author can ramble all they want that plot points don't have to make sense. It's a time for them to get into the swing of things, you know? Get reacquainted with the characters. Chapter Two is when the writing itself can actually begin.

This is a story about Sam and Dean and Castiel. Though, when aren't my stories about those characters? You'd think my brain could come up with something new for a change. Anyway...

We open on a gas station in northern Montana; a greasy pit stop for truckers who don't have cellphones and families of eight piled into pick-ups. And hunters, I suppose, from time to time. Sam was sitting in the passenger side of the Impala, a map spread across the dashboard, while Cas sat in the back, looking slightly awkward and out of place. He'd have rather transported them himself, but Dean had insisted on driving. Said it made him feel better.

They were sitting in relative silence, Dean having gone inside for food, when Sam suddenly broke it. "You know, Cas," he said, offhandedly, the way one might ask for the time. "You look at Dean like the sun shines out his ass. Why is that?"

Castiel shrugged, fumbling around his mind for a simple response to such a complicated question. Luckily, or unluckily depending how you look at it, Dean re-entered the car after a few short seconds, now holding store bought food, and he was saved the trouble of answering.

The second time Sam asked, it was just after a hunt gone wrong. Dean had been knocked out, and Castiel was going to heal him, when Sam grabbed the angels arm to stop him. "You always go to heal him, you care a lot. Why?"

Castiel pushed passed Sam and healed Dean, ignoring the question completely. Dean stirred, and he was saved the trouble of answering for a second time.

The third time Sam asked him, Castiel disappeared without a word, and Sam Winchester vowed to figure out what was up.

The third, forth, and fifth times he asked, Castiel would leave, or invent an excuse of some sort, and avoid the question completely. But Sam would not give up; he wasn't the sort.

I'm going to interject here, and say that Sam went about this is a very bad way. After all, catching your friends arm and basically telling them that you'll use a warding symbol is probably not the best way to go about keeping them your friend. Especially when said warding symbol will send them to a place they hate. Even if it wasn't made with human blood, and wouldn't work, threats are never the way to go with friends.

Just making sure you all understand my disapproval.

But it worked, nonetheless, and Castiel sighed, his trench coat making his shoulders look even more dejected as they slumped forward. "Sam, it's very complicated, and not exactly something you are meant to know about."

"I'm not meant to know about lots of things that I do."

"This you're really not meant to know about." Castiel reiterated, shifting uncomfortably under Sam's gaze.

Sam's expression softened. "Come on, Cas. It can't be that bad."

"It's not that it's bad, it's just secret." He sighed. "Heaven doesn't want you to know."

"Since when do you care about Heaven?"

"This is serious, Sam!"

"I'm being serious too. Come on, tell me?"

Castiel was silent for a long moment. "It's complicated. It would be easier to show you."

"Show me? What-"

And then they were gone.

To be fair to Castiel, he was trying to guard Heaven's secrets. What he was about to show Sam would change him, probably permanently, and Castiel wasn't sure how. It was a beautiful, terrifying concept, what Sam was about to discover. And can I just say, that this is where it gets complicated.

There appeared in a mostly cleared field. In the distance, a cluster of houses made of mud and straw sat like stones. Up closer, two teenagers were running, holding sticks sharpened to a point. They raced past Sam and Castiel without a second glance.

"That's Dean and yourself." Castiel said, nodding towards the teenagers. "This is one of the first years since the creation of humans, and this is the first time the two of you have been alive."

"What- Cas, is this like, reincarnation?" Sam asked, watching the teenagers- him and Dean, apparently- run through the field.

"Yes, in a matter of speaking. This time, you live a normal life for the time. You are the groups hunters, gathering meat and other food. You are both a little superstitious, but never to the point of some others. One day, while hunting, you get injured in a way that the doctors of this time can't heal. They leave you to die, as is custom. Dean refuses, and you die together."

"I- I'm still confused what this has to do with you." Sam said, slowly, as though he was asking a question.

Castiel sighed. "That doesn't happen until later."

He shows Sam a few more of his past lives. Something in ancient Egypt where the Winchesters were warriors of the Pharaoh; another in Japan where they worked spare jobs while discovering the existence of monsters. They were always brothers, they were always hunters, of a sort anyways.
"You know, when the angels said we'd always be hunters no matter what the circumstance, I hadn't believed them." Sam admitted, and Castiel nodded.

"The angels are many things, but it is not often that they lie. You have been hunters in all your lives."

They left again, landing in a stifling hot, sun-baked area. Sam tugged at his coat collar. "This is the first time I met you and Dean." Castiel said, looking around. "Welcome to Cuba, September, 1437. This is the land of the Mayans."