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Sam Winchester AU

Soulmate AU

In the dim light of the bar you glanced at your wrist. Then double checked. This was impossible, it said you still had three weeks an hour ago. Now you were down to two minutes. The shot of whiskey suddenly began to shake in your hand and you set it down gently.

One minute, 40 seconds.

You scanned the bar, but the same people were still there. Time began to move agonizingly slow, even if you were watching the seconds roll down on your wrist.

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"The damn thing is spazzing again" Dean hit his own wrist, watching numbers change incoherently. Sam sighed and leaned his head on the window, running his fingers over the material that covered his timer. He'd check soon, but not yet.

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Someone in this room had to be just as nervous as you. You soon realized you were bouncing your leg off the bar stool and then tried to steady your breathing. You should be ecstatic, you thought, searching through the crowd. Instead you sat in your place and waited for 'the one' to find you.

32 seconds.

At this point you thought the timer was wrong - no one is acting oddly. But soon enough the bar door swung open and piercingly green eyes met yours.

"Sam, it's back at zero" he said to the man next to him, but you hadn't heard. "I hope it's not broken again."

This you heard.

0 seconds remaining.

you stood up against the will of your wobbling knees and watched as the man approached you.

"I'm Dean" he stuck out his hand and you took it. It was warm and calloused.

"I'm Y/N" you said and sat back down. "Are you...?"

"Seems so" he sat down next to you and ordered two drinks. While he was polite, he didn't seem happy about it. You looked at his stubble, jacket, and boots, drinking in what he wore the first time you met. Your eyes landed on a gun, not hidden well in his jeans. A hunter.

"Dean, what do you do?" you asked off of a surge of confidence.

"I'm on a roadtrip with my brother, Sammy, here" he turned and patted the taller man on the back.

"Doing what?" you asked and he furrowed his brows.

"You're asking lots of questions"

"Well you are my soul mate" you said and he nodded, a smug smile plastered on his face.

"I hunt de-"

"A hunter?" you finished for him and his eyes lit up.

"Dean Winchester" he stuck out his hand again and you remembered the notorious name. You looked past him at Sam who was giving you a polite smile.

Dean took down his shot and swiveled his stool towards you. "Me and Sammy are at the motel down the street, how about you join us?"

"Sure" you agreed, feeling safe with both of them. After all, he was your soul mate.

The ride to their motel was quiet at first until Sam spoke up, asking you how long you'd been in the life and how you got into it.

"Werewolf attack" you said and he turned around. His hair fell over his face and he tucked what he could behind his ear. "It got to my friend and I knew it wasn't just a bear or something. The police were out of their depths" you said and Sam nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile. You looked down at your wrist, rubbing your thumb over the familiar piece that was now nothing but a row of zeros.

Light passed in and out of the car - which smelled of an intoxicatingly strong leather. You noticed how often Dean glanced at Sam, like a mother would to her child. The road created a constant steady noise, relaxing you until you shut your eyes.

Minutes later you were awoken by a large hand shaking your shoulder.

"Dean's getting a room" Sam swung your door open wider and you stretched.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep" you said.

"It's fine" he bowed his head and laughed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "We all need sleep."

"Definitely" you agreed and followed him into the motel room.

Dean turned to you and flashed a wide smile, motioning for you to follow him.

"I got two queens" he said, "I don't want to make you feel unc-"

"Thanks" you cut him off and smiled. "Do you mind if I use the shower?" you asked and Dean nodded while tossing his duffel onto the bed. Sam tossed you a towel and you shut the door behind you. The water was hot against your back, even if only for a few minutes. Droplets ran over your wrist, and you smiled at the lack of numbers.

"You want something to eat?" Dean's voice came loud at the other side of the door.

"I'm good!" you shouted back and heard loud footsteps retreat. Carefully you shut the water off and stepped out into the cool air. The towel was scratchy against your skin, but you forgot your clothes outside.

The motel carpet was stiff beneath your feet. Water dripped down your bare back while you searched your duffel for a change of clothes. Sam turned his attention to you, finding himself drawn to your presence. The door handle began to jiggle and Sam snapped his attention to the door. You looked at him and grabbed your gun.

"Someone open the damn door!" Dean's voice came through and Sam rolled his eyes, walking over and swinging it open.

"I know you didn't want anything," Dean walked straight over to you, "But I figured you need something in your stomach" he handed you a burger. "If you don't like burgers, this whole soul mate thing is definitely wrong" he said and you laughed.

"Don't worry, I just hope you added some fries" you said and sat on the bed, forgetting you were still in just your towel. Unwrapping the burger from the paper, you felt two pairs of eyes on you.

"What?" you asked and Dean looked at your towel.

"I couldn't find a clean change of clothes" you explained as you took a bite. "And by the looks of your duffel, which is completely soaked through by the way, you don't have anything clean either" you said and he crossed his arms.

"I'm clean!" he exclaimed and even Sam laughed.

"Here" Sam extended his arm, "You can borrow this" you grabbed a shirt from him and pulled it on over the towel, before dropping it to the floor.

"Let's eat" you grabbed a chair and some beer, joining the brothers.

Hours later Dean convinced you to share his bed after Sam took the couch. His long legs hung off of it but there was no fighting him.

You rolled over to face Dean, but there was an uncomfortable space. An unsettling feeling took place in your chest. Maybe the timer was wrong.

Could Dean be someone else's soul mate?

You sat up and turned on the lamp, letting the light flow over your half of the bed and spill onto the floor. With your fingers on your temples you rubbed back and forth, trying to make the headache that was growing, recede.

"Dean?" you heard Sam turn around and face you. The light shone dimly over his figure. His arm was hanging off the couch.

"No, it's me" you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.

He yawned and you squinted at his wrist, trying to read the numbers, only to find a blank spot.

"Sam" you said slowly, his name suddenly thick in your mouth.

"What?"

"Your timer" you said. It seemed like time had stopped. And instead it became fluid, seeping through every crack of your mind. Sam's eyes shot up and met yours.

"It's you" you said in unison