My Heart Will Go On Part 2

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean muttered. He looked at Russo's remains and the large blood stain on the street, then up at the bus. On the back of the bus was an ad for Russo's law service. "Babe, check it out."

Angela looked up at Dean, her brows furrowed. "What?"

Dean gestured at the ad and Angela rolled her eyes when she saw it. "Too soon?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Dean." Angela scoffed. "I'm pretty sure six seconds is too soon."

Sam frowned when he spotted Atropos staring at them from inside a nearby building. "Guys. I think I saw her. Right over there." Sam pointed.

"Her? Like, fate her?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"What'd she look like?" Angela asked curiously.

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. "Kind of like a librarian."

"Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?" Dean asked with a small smirk, causing Angela to roll her eyes.

"Well, she was wearing clothes, if that's what you mean." Sam deadpanned.

"Alright." Dean nodded as he started to walk towards the building.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait." Sam stopped him. "We can't just walk over there."

"We're not on the hit list." Dean shrugged. "We have nothing to do with the boat. Let's go talk to her."

"Talk?" Angela repeated skeptically.

"Yeah, you know." Dean shrugged as he briefly pulled out his gun. "Talk. Worth a shot, right?"

~/~\~

"Hello?" Dean asked as they entered the building. "Hello?"

As they were looking around, Atropos stopped time and turned the gas dials open on several stoves. She smirked, and time was unfrozen.

"Hello?" Dean asked again. He groaned when his flashlight died. "Oh, come on."

"You got a lighter?" Angela asked.

"Yeah. Okay." Dean replied as he tried to flick the lighter on. He frowned when it didn't work.

"Oh, come on," Sam muttered. "It's out of juice or something?"

"It shouldn't be," Dean replied.

They opened a door and Dean flicked the lighter again. It finally sparked, and the gas caught fire. Castiel yanked the three hunters out of the warehouse just before the ignited gas could reach them.

~/~\~

They were suddenly in a dark forest.

"Cas!" Angela exclaimed.

"Hello, Angela." Castiel greeted. "Dean. Sam."

"Hey, thanks, man," Sam replied. "Where are we?"

"White Russia," Castiel replied.

Sam's brows furrowed. "What?!"

"Are you aware of what your frat bro did?" Dean snapped.

"I'm aware." Castiel sighed. "Balthazar can be impetuous."

"Well, riddle me this—if Fate's going after the boat people, why'd she try to waste us?" Dean asked.

"Well, I imagine she harbors a certain degree of rage toward you," Castiel answered.

"What did we do?" Angela asked.

"Nothing of import—just the tiny matter of averting the Apocalypse and rendering her obsolete," Castiel replied. "I think maybe she's a little irritated about that. And then you go and dangle yourselves in front of her…"

"So, we've pissed Fate off personally." Dean sighed.

"If I know her—and I do—she won't stop until you're dead," Castiel explained.

"So, what do we do?" Angela asked.

"Kill her," Castiel said simply.

"Kill Fate?" Sam scoffed.

"Do you have another suggestion?" Castiel raised a brow.

"No, it's just…Can you even do that?" Angela asked.

Castiel nodded. "Balthazar has a weapon that will work against her."

"Of course he does." Dean scoffed. "Yeah. Boy, that guy's just got it covered, doesn't he? You need new friends, Cas."

Castiel narrowed his eyes. "I'm trying to save the ones I have, Dean." He replied. "We'll have to draw her out."

"Alright, well, uh, she's gunning for us." Sam shrugged. "She's bound to surface again eventually."

"We'll make it easy for her." Castiel nodded. "I think you have an expression for it. 'Tempting Fate'."

~/~\~

"Okay, so, we're just gonna meet our fate at any time, right?" Dean asked as they walked on the sidewalk.

"Yeah. Just walk. Act natural." Sam nodded.

Sam, Dean, and Angela passed a set of stairs and a skateboarder sailed right past them. Dean instinctively grabbed Angela's hand.

"Okay," Angela muttered.

"That's fine." Sam nodded.

A bicyclist passed them, then a man with two large barking dogs.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean sighed as they stopped in front of a group of street performers who were juggling swords and hatchets.

"Alright, just-just keep walking." Sam urged.

"Sam, they're juggling knives. And hatchets." Dean muttered.

"Yeah, I know," Sam said as the jugglers switched to torches. "Can't avoid fate."

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked right between the jugglers but remained unharmed. They came across a man with a jammed nail gun. He pointed it at Dean while trying to unjam it.

"Ah." Dean jumped slightly. However, nothing happened.

"Alright. I don't get it." Angela said.

"I don't either." Dean shook his head. "Who do you got to kill to get killed around here?"

"Maybe Cas was wrong," Sam suggested.

"Look out!" a man yelled.

A huge air conditioner fell out of the building the three hunters were passing, and it looked like it was about to crush them, but time stopped.

~/~\~

The three hunters woke up in the Impala. 'My Heart Will Go On' was playing on the radio.

"Dude, what time is it?" Sam mumbled groggily as they got out of the car. "I-I just had the weirdest dream."

"20 bucks says mine was weirder. I am not kidding." Dean replied.

"No, no, no, mine was just…bizarre," Angela added.

"Mine had the actual Titanic in it," Dean replied. He looked at Sam and Angela's confused faces. "What? Something on my face?"

"Were you and Angie together in your dream?" Sam frowned.

Angela's brows furrowed. "D-did it, uh…Not sink, because Balthazar—

"Had a hate on for Billy Zane? And, uh, yeah…in my dream Angie and I were… together." Dean replied. "Why are you guys having my dreams?"

There was a sudden flutter of wings. "Wasn't a dream," Castiel said.

"Wait, what?" Angela asked. "You're saying this actually happened? That t-the whole…Whatever…that was real?"

"Yes." Castiel nodded.

"Wait. So, what happened?" Sam asked.

"Well, I insisted he go back in time and correct what he'd done," Castiel explained.

Sam's brows furrowed. "What? Why?"

"It was the only way to make sure you were safe," Castiel replied.

"So…you killed 50,000 people for us," Angela said.

"No, I didn't." Castiel shook his head. "They were never born. That's far different from being killed, wouldn't you say?"

"Ellen and Jo?" Dean cut in.

Castiel sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

"Hold on," Dean replied as he leaned against the Impala. "Uh…So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?"

"Yeah. More or less." Castiel replied.

"Well, then, how come we remember it?" Angela asked.

"Because I wanted you to remember it."

"Why?" Sam asked curiously.

"I wanted you to know who Fate really is," Castiel replied. "She's cruel and capricious."

Dean scoffed. "I'd go so far as 'bitch'."

"Well, yeah." Castiel agreed. "You're the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that's something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that."

Dean nodded and then looked slightly confused. "So, wait. Did…Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?"

Castiel looked at the ground. "Yes. Absolutely. That's what he did."

"Wow. Well, it might be time to take away his cable privileges." Dean replied. "Besides, Titanic didn't suck that bad." He shrugged. Dean looked at Sam who had his brows raised. "Winslet's rack." Dean defended.

Castiel suddenly disappeared.

"I'll tell you one thing about Cas, he does not appreciate the finer things," Dean muttered as they headed inside.

~/~\~

Bobby was asleep on his couch, a book in his hands. Dean and Sam leaned against the doorway and Angela leaned against Sam, his arm around her waist.

"I guess things are back to normal, huh?" Angela murmured.

"Poor bastard. Doesn't even know how good he had it." Sam shook his head.

"Yeah, well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him," Dean replied. "I say we keep our mouths shut."

"Yeah." Sam nodded in agreement.

"Should we wake him?" Angela asked.

"Nah. That's probably the best he's felt all week." Dean replied. He went over and gently took the book from Bobby's hands and covered him with a blanket.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were sitting at Bobby's kitchen table, each of them drinking a beer. Sam had retired to the guest room that he and Angela were sharing for the night.

Dean took a sip of his beer and looked at Angela. "What are you thinking about?"

Angela's eyes snapped up to him. "What?"

"You got that look on your face," Dean replied. "So, what are you thinking about?"

"You and Sam both know me so well…" Angela muttered. "I'm thinking about that alternate timeline, to be honest."

Dean's brows furrowed slightly. "Alright. About what specifically?"

"The fact that you and I were together," Angela replied.

"Oh, you finally realized that you want the hotter brother now?" Dean teased with a smirk.

Angela chuckled and shook her head. "I'm being serious, you jerk." She replied. "I don't know, in that alternate timeline I felt like something was…missing."

Dean took another sip of his drink. "Care to elaborate?"

"I felt like my brother was missing," Angela answered honestly. "As much as I hate all the destiny and fate crap…I don't know. I was meant to be with Sam and I was meant to have you as my brother. Sam didn't feel like my brother in that alternate timeline." She shrugged slightly.

Dean smiled softly. "Yeah, the day we met you, I just saw you gravitate towards Sammy." He replied. "You two probably hadn't even realized you liked each other yet, but I just knew." He added. "Plus, you and I probably wouldn't work out."

"Now it's your turn to elaborate." Angela smiled softly.

"You're too good for me, kiddo." Dean shrugged. "You've been in this life since the day you were born, and, you still manage to have this bright energy. You give people so many second chances…Kid, you and Sammy were made for each other. You both have this optimism that I just don't have."

And glanced down at the table and smiled softly. She started picking at her beer label.

"And seriously—after Jess…" Dean continued. "Sam was a wreck, and he had flings now and then, but you were like this ray of light for him."

Angela looked up at him, the small smile still on her face. "He's my ray of light too." She murmured. She stood up and walked over before she pressed a sisterly kiss to Dean's temple. "Love ya, Dean."

Dean smiled up at her. "Back at you, kid." He replied. "Now, go see your guy, and get to bed."

"You better get some sleep tonight, too," Angela demanded. "Seriously, Dean." She added, giving him a pointed look before she walked to the guestroom.

A/N: Hey guys! I know I'm posting this super late, but I had to work this evening. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I love writing Dean/Angie moments, they make my heart happy. She's the little sister he never had :') Quick warning, I might not be able to post tomorrow because I have a lot of school work to do, but I'm gonna try my best. Love you guys :)

~Emily