Why We Tell the Story

Zachariah ran fast to keep up with Anna as she sprinted through the forest and back towards the village with Michael's words from the rest of the tale still echoing in their heads.

"It was a tree that sprang up and cracked the walls of the Winchester home," Michael said. "A tree that lived forever sheltering peasant and rich man alike, it was a tree that watched over Dean for his lifetime until he and Lisa both passed from our world. It was a tree in which his children and his children's children would play under for centuries to come. The spirit of Castiel would live on forever and set them free from the hierarchy that had dictated this island for so long."

Anna ran by the tents where her fellow village workers were planting new saplings for fruit. A few of them turned their heads and watched them zoom by. Especially one God disguised villager named Erzulie who smiled with nothing, but love in her eyes. She knew what the children had just heard.

"The tree stands to this day strong and unbending," Michael continued. "It stands against the lightning and the thunder that Agwe brings and it shelters and protects anyone who sits underneath it."

They ran past another group watering the crops they'd already planted in the fields and the men laughed in joy and waved at the children as they passed. Including one man with stormy eyes as choppy colored as the sea that brought them the water.

"You must listen very hard children," Michael said. "For you can often times hear Castiel's voice calling to us in the wind, in everything really, the trees, the grass, and the air?"

The two excited children ran into a woman with the gentle green eyes of nature who smiled down at them and patted their heads telling them they were excused and to carry on their way. Another man stood nearby in the shadows of a small tree whose eyes had seen death, but now radiated just enough love that he'd gained and seen over the years.

"We tell this story for many reasons," Michael was almost finished. "Life is why we tell it for we must learn from life and what it brings to the table. Pain is why we tell it for we must know that without pain we would have no life. Love is why we tell the story for Castiel taught us that love can cross the miles and it survives even the face of death. Greif is why we tell this story for it is something we will all experience, but we must keep living even after it occurs. Hope is why we tell the story because hope is what keeps us alive. Faith is why we tell the story because without faith we have nothing to live for."

Anna and Zachariah both made it to the play area where children, all of their age, mingled around. They hadn't come to story hour and Anna and Zachariah both wanted to share with them what they had missed. Zachariah whistled and everyone turned to them.

"Hey," Anna announced. "We have a story to tell you! You'll love it we're sure. Come on now don't you want to hear it?"

"And finally my children you are why we tell this story, because generations cannot keep going without hearing it. Not just because history is important, but because we do not want it to repeat itself in the same way. If we learn about what happened to the greatest man on this island we will learn a bit more about ourselves as well."

The children gathered around in a semi circle and Anna and Zachariah prepared for remembering everything Michael had taught them. Off to the side in the woods they weren't aware of the two people who were watching from afar. One of them had been there since the start, checking in on his village even though he'd long since passed and he knew it was in good hands of whomever his father Chuck had chosen to take care of it. The other was a man who'd long since come to terms with what he'd done, a rich man on the poor side of the island had been unheard of in their time, but now it was as common as a bird flying high in the sky. The two men long since dead and now free wandering spirits, Castiel and Dean, smiled at the children who were preparing to hear their tale being told once again.

"So I hope that you will tell this tale tomorrow," Michael asked only this of them all. "It will help your heart remember and relive. It will help you feel the anger and the sorrow and above all else...forgive. For out of what we live and we believe our lives become the stories that we weave."

"There is an island," Anna began dramatically. "Where the rivers run deep."

"Where the sea sparkling in the sun earns it the name "Jewel of the Antilles." Zachariah continued for her.

"An island where the poorest of peasants labor and the wealthiest of grand Homme play." Anna said.

"And on this island we tell the story." Michael said.

Dean and Castiel looked at one another with the same restored love that they'd felt long ago and smiled. They took each other's hands and begun to walk off until they disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing in the clearing but the beaming sunlight.

The End

Reviews are appreciated! Wow I'm done...I loved doing this play my senior year of high school and I couldn't help, but thinking it screamed Destiel. I hope it was understood at the end that all the Gods were among the peasants and watching over the villagers still. I am so proud of this story and I hope that those are reading it enjoyed it from the beginning to the ending! I love you all and I hope to see you guys in the next story!