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Castiel felt it. He knew what was going to happen the second Dean pulled out his father’s old journal and found the drawing of a skeletal mask. He felt the waves of destiny ripple outwards into the stars and find him in heaven, and he watched every step Dean took towards his death. Heaven quaked with the force of his grief as he watched Dean fall on the wrought iron post that disconnected his soul from his body. The soul he himself had waged war to locate in Hell, the soul he had re-stitched atom by atom, carefully placing each piece back together, every freckle gently caressed into their rightful place. He heard the last gurgle of blood against Deans lips as breath left his body for the last time. He watched, and against every impulse within himself, he waited.