Collection of Destiel

Finding the One

Soul mates was such a cliché idea. Dean never for a moment bought into the idea of it. He spent his years enjoying the time he spent with people but he never found himself falling in love with someone. There had been many relationships, many people that he was happy to be there for, but he hadn't found someone that made his entire world shift. So for the first thirty years of his life he believed that one day he'd settle with someone that he wouldn't mind spending every day with, if he even settled down at all.

Sam had married Jessica. When Dean asked, he was told that they were hopelessly in love. Sam stated that he could never imagine a world without her by his side. In some parts of his mind Dean was jealous, but others he thought his brother was simply caught up in the moment of being loved.

Benny had married Samandriel. The two were nauseatingly sweet on each other and Dean couldn't help but start to wonder about 'soul mates'. There was something about the way those two were together that made romance seem alive in the world.

Even Charlie had settled down and married Gilda. They were blissfully infatuated with each other. Dean was the best man of the wedding and when he saw them kiss for the first time as wives, it made a part of his heart grow weary.

As Dean neared his thirty-fifth birthday his entire knowledge of love was changed. He found himself sitting at bars and eyeing people up as if maybe they would be to him what everyone else around him had. It made nights excruciatingly lonely and empty mornings dull to the point of aching. Day to day he went about it trying to force a smile when in his mind he was searching for something that had been missing all his life.

That's how he found himself at the speed dating event at a local resturaunt. Dean was seated at a table with a number 7 wearing his nicest button down and least-worn jeans. As the time was ticking closer to the first bell, he couldn't help but feel mixed emotions about it. On one hand he wanted to storm out for stooping this low but on the other he prayed he would find someone who could fit into his life.

At the first bell his breath caught in anticipation.

The first man seated at his table was tall, bald, and talked intensely about football.

The second man was young, smiled to the point of seeing all his teeth, and asked Dean about his family but wouldn't talk at all about himself.

The third man said Dean looked like he was an Abecrombie model and gave him his motel number from down the street.

When it came time for the fourth round, Dean was trying to think of an excuse to leave. But before he could fake a headache, a blue-eyed shy bundle of a man took a hesitant seat across from him. They spent their first few minutes together simply staring. It was that exact moment Dean understood what Sam, Benny, and Charlie had meant when they said they found someone to grow old with. Which was a scary stupid feeling but Dean couldn't shake it.

"I'm Dean." He tried to put on his most charming smile without letting his nerves show.

"Castiel." The man ducked his head with a slight flush. "But everyone calls me Cas. Except my brothers who insist on calling me Cassie. But I prefer Cas."

"Sure thing, Cas." If Dean wasn't in trouble of melting to the floor before... he sure was now.

Cas tilted his head with a reserved smile that made his eyes gleam in the horrible lighting. "Pardon if I am not very good at this. The last man that I sat with told me that I am an uptight prude."

"What a dick." Dean's smile only widened when Cas' did in relief. "So what made you do this?"

"My brother's idea." Cas shrugged stiffly from underneath his trench coat. "He said that I am... I am getting older and the window for meeting nice men is closing. I only attended so that maybe he would leave me alone."

Dean nodded before leaning against the table. "Castiel. What kind of a name is that?"

Cas flushed deeper and cleared his throat. "It's the name of an angel. My father was a very religious man."

"So... Castiel... did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" Cas' eyes scrunched up in confusion.

"When you fell from heaven." Dean snickered.

Cas seemed to try to hide a smile but it broke and stretched across his handsome face. "Dean-"

"Sorry if that was a little stupid. But it's perfect and what other time would that pick up line be perfect?"

"Does that mean, you using a pick up line on me, that you would like to go on a real date with me?" Cas' voice lowered in nerves a little which was just about the most adorable thing Dean has ever witnessed.

"Yeah. If you'll have me."

"I'd love that."

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"How did you and dad meet?" Mary asked softly from where she was perched on her father's lap.

Castiel flushed deeply as his eyes met Dean's. "Uh-well it was-"

"You know your dad is named after an angel, right?" Dean crossed their living room and collapsed onto the couch.

Mary nodded enthusiastically.

"Well," Dean grinned as he wrapped his arm around his husband's shoulders, "I used a cheesy pick up line on him. Asked him if it hurt when he fell from heaven, because he is an angel."

Mary chuckled.

"The rest is history." Castiel leaned his head until he could place a soft kiss on his husband's cheek.

"Yeah." Dean's smile fell lopsided. "I have my soul mate."

Mary sighed with happiness as she fell back against both their chests and settled between her loving fathers. "I love you."

"We love you, too, sweetheart."

"And I'm happy you two are soul mates."

Dean felt a little his throat ball up. "Me too."

"Me too." Cas whispered breathlessly before pulling Dean's lips against his for a chastely promising kiss full of the lifetime they still had in front of them.