This was a disaster: The thread looked mangled, interlooping and patched with knots. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos looked at each other and back to the mangled life-thread of Dean Winchester.
They all knew that this particular human was not supposed to die just now, and not 100 times in a row protected by a timeloop. Somebody had to be playing with him, intervened in the way of Fate. This had to be done by an angel, that was clear, everybody else knew better then to mess with them.
Atropos grabbed her book and pen and went to Broward County, Florida.