Decorations and Dedication
The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.
Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in."
Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing.
She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes."
"Just the one," Dean mumbles.
"Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks.
Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."
- Part 1 of Decorations and Dedication
Dean is many things, but he isn't someone who gives up, especially when the alternative is to let go.
After Cas died, Dean wasn't coping well. A decision to go into a tattoo parlor with a funny name changed that. It was where a woman a green afro—with the sides over her ears shaved off for tattoos of her own—put him in a chair and cracked him open wide, listening with a steady ear to a story she didn't believe in, drawing his life from him with every prick of the needles in her tattoo gun. She listened to him when she didn't believe, and when she spoke about hope, he decided to do the same.
And so, he's here.
- Part 2 of Decorations and Dedication