Marked

Handprint (Dean)

**A/N: Before you start reading, please note that as of 2/17/19 I declared this fic as abandoned until further notice. I apologize to my reading, but hope you understand. Thank you to those who have supported this fic and my writing💕**

Requested by @radrubberduckie on instagram :)

January 18, that's when it had appeared.

January 18, just six days shy of his 18th birthday.

January 18, the day when Dean Winchester's live was supposed to change.

January 18, the day when Dean finally got his marking.

That was three months ago and almost nothing had changed for him.

Surprise surprise...

It had come as a shock to everyone when he got marking. His friends were in utter disbelief when they had found out, but they had been excited that it had finally happened none the less. Even his parents had begun to believe that it would never happen. Dean could still picture their faces they day he had told them the news. It was like a candle had been lit behind their eyes, as if a hidden world of sparkling gems and cascading waterfalls had open up around them, touching everything with its beauty.

Markings were supposed to be a magical amazing time in a person's life. A time where teens could finally start reaching for a bigger part of themselves, but Dean only saw them as annoying and very limiting.

It was typical for kids to get their marking between the ages of 14 or 15. By the time most people hit 16 years old it was hard to find someone without a marking. When you talked to anyone 18 or older, finding someone without a marking was literally impossible. Everyone got theirs before age 18. That's just the way it worked. They always appeared before a teens 18th birthday. No one knew why, but that was just how it worked.

May 15, that was the day when Sammy got his, just a few days after his 14th birthday. He was perfectly on track with where he should be for a kid at his age.

Dean knew he was always going to remember that moment day as he looked down at Sam's face, the soft lines of a child's face half way between hardening into the solid lines of a lanky teenager, as his little brother beamed and proudly showed off his marking to everyone.

However, as soon as Sam got his marking everyone forgot about Dean getting his. Not that he cared anyways, he preferred less attention. That just meant there were less people he had to deal with.

Dean sat back and wiped the sweat from his brow. A soft golden light was glinting off the hood of the beautiful silver 2013 Mustang that had been brought into the shop a few hours earlier. He wasn't really one for newer cars, but damn was this a nice machine.

Dean smiled softly to himself as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of grease, oil, and rubber. This was a smell that he would never get sick of. This smell had become his life, the meaning of his whole existence.

Singer's Auto Shop

This garage felt like Dean's real home. Here is where he felt like he belonged.

Dirty hands, grimy fingers, and sweat from a long day at work under a car hood.

It had been nearly two years since the owner, Bobby Singer, had hired him. When Dean had initially started working here he had simply wanted a summer job, a little extra cash in his pockets, and a cheaper alternative for keeping his own car in working order. However, it wasn't long before Dean quickly discovered that he loved working on cars more than he originally thought he would. He knew that this was where his heart truly belonged.