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Dean Winchester AU No.2

Soulmate AU

Sorry I accidentally deleted this part, so I have decided to republish it and add some on.

For some reasons People never really talked about it. About the marks that suddenly appeared on your body without any logical explanation. Sometimes even without a real reason. Maybe they were scared about it. Maybe they didn't wanted it to be real. Maybe they thought there would be a greater good behind it and maybe they also thought, that they weren't important enough to deserve a soulmate.
But nevertheless, these marks were there and everyone had them. One had more than others and some people had them on spots they never got to see like a scar behind their ears or inside of their mouth because of a surgery.
They were there and it meant that there was someone out in this world who had them too. Marks that appeared on the body of your soulmate as soon as they appeared on your own body. Marks that could be anything, from scars to tattoos. Whatever mark you got on your skin, your soulmate got it too.
You'd noticed it for the first time in the winter of the 3rd grade when a large scar appeared on the inside of your right thigh. It had scared you at first but you decided to keep it to yourself. You hadn't hurt yourself and the scar didn't caused any other harm besides the fact that it was there. It didn't mattered to you and by the next summer where you walked around in shorts and dresses, it was almost completely faded away.
More scars appeared and your parents began to notice them. While your Dad freaked out completely about it, your Mom remained calm and explained to you, what most of the population of the world never dared to say out loud. Soulmates were real and this was the evidence for it. It was about that time when your Mom started to show you the marks on her body too and then you finally understood why your Mom and her younger sister were wearing the same Elvis tattoo, even though your Mom wasn't a big fan.
For a long time the marks continued to be just scars and you'd asked yourself more than a hundred times what the hell your soulmate was doing. It wasn't that the scars bothered you, in fact they were much lighter and less visible than real scars. What bothered you was that every time a new scar appeared on your skin, the fear for the life of this stranger grew. If this stranger had so many scars and got them so often, how long would it take until they didn't recovered from whatever happened to them? What if this stranger died? What would happen to you and the marks on your skin?
The tattoo appeared a few days before you turned seventeen and this time you couldn't stay calm about it, even though you tried. It was huge and covered most part of your chest right above your left breast. At first you didn't even knew what it was and what it meant but then you found out that it was apparently some sort of protection and you were glad that your soulmate had it. Maybe this meant that the scars would come less often.
They didn't.
—-
It happened in college on a rainy tuesday. You were sitting in the lecture room and listened to the professor when suddenly a row of numbers and a name appeared on the back of your hand.
You could basically watch how the lines for the numbers were drawn. It completely caught you off guard and you catched yourself looking at your hand for the rest of the lecture, wondering who the hell 'Sammy' was and what it had to do with the numbers next to it.
This thought didn't left your mind until you were lying in bed that evening. The letters and the name were already gone again, meaning that your soulmate had washed it off again. You hadn't thought that it was possible to transfer non permanent marks as well. Until now your marks had been permanent. Many scars and a tattoo. Things that wouldn't go away anymore. The sharpie thing was something completely new and you were itching to find out if it was working again.
You switched on the light again and tiptoed over to your little desk where you knew you had some sharpies you could easily wash off of your skin later. You took a last deep breath, knowing that if this would really work, there wouldn't be a turn back later. You didn't knew why you were suddenly so nervous. You were wearing this person's marks for your entire life by now. You knew every single scar and had caught yourself touching the tattoo whenever you felt uncomfortable or were scared. You shouldn't be so nervous. There was no reason for it.
With slightly shaky hands you started to write on your arm.
"Who is Sammy?"
It only took a few seconds and the words you had written on your arm were gone. The smartass had washed it off. There was no other explanation for it to be gone. Sharpie didn't disappeared suddenly, so you decided to try it again. This time your hands weren't shaking anymore. You wanted this.
Slowly you started to draw the lines of a game of tic tac toe on your arm and made a cross right in the middle. You were holding in your breath as suddenly a messy circle appeared next to your cross. Biting your lip you made the next cross and the game continued. You played another round and another one when suddenly three words appeared on the back of your hand.
"He is my brother."
"Who?" you quickly scrabbled under it and a small "Sammy" appeared next to it immediately.
"What's your name then?" you wrote under one of the tic tac toe grids and your soulmate wrote his name right next to it. Dean. He was a guy and his name was Dean. A huge grin was plastered on your face now and eagerly you wrote your own name next to his.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N," appeared on your other arm and the grin grew even wider. This conversation continued throughout the entire night and at five in the morning you were covered in ink and were happier than you were ever before. Dean was amazing. He'd written short puns on his feet and you'd drawn him little doodles of apple pies on your stomach once you'd found out that he loved these.
—-
The next morning you woke up way to late due to the lack of sleep you had gotten in the previous night. You felt exhausted and tired and weren't sure how you made it out of bed and into the bathroom. Still half asleep you started to gather all the things you needed for a shower when you saw it in the mirror. There was a big "Morning Sweetheart" written on your forhead.
"What the hell?" you had muttered to yourself, glad that your roomate hadn't seen it. When you'd asked Dean later how he'd gotten it on his forhead, he'd told you that his brother Sam had helped him with it. In fact, Sam thought the entire thing was quite amusing so he was willing to help Dean out with it.
Things went like this since that day. You always kept a sharpie with you now to write things on your skin on various occasions. You learned more about Dean Winchester every day and each morning you woke up to a little message, now on your feet instead on your face because Dean had found out in the hard way that it was quite embarassing to forget to wash it off again and to walk around with a "Have a nice day" on your forhead.
And soon you noticed that you were falling for him. Hard. You'd never seen this guy but that didn't matter. His messages turned into the best part of your day and you caught yourself that you were almost only looking forward to them now.
"We should meet," you wrote one day on your wrist, almost three months after you'd started having actual conversations. This thought had crossed your mind several times since he'd told you that he was traveling a lot with his brother. He was travelling a lot. It couldn't be any better.
His reply was immediately. "When?"
"Soon," you wrote back and started chewing on your lip again. You'd noticed that you did that quite often because of him.
"I'm in your town next week. Is that okay?"
"More than okay."
His reply was a winking smiley face. That idiot.
—
The day came faster than you'd imagined it but the last hours until you'd finally see him felt like they would never pass. You'd changed your outfit four times and in the end decided to wear jeans and a simple black shirt. You didn't wanted to look like you'd tried to look extra pretty for him.
But of course you had. Because you loved that guy. With all your heart. With all your soul and with all the ink that had covered your skin over the past months.
You had decided to meet in a small café in your home town and now you were sitting there, nervously sipping on your water when out of the corner of your eye you catched black ink on the back of your hand. Quickly you turned it around, almost imagining that he'd tell you that he couldn't make it. That he'd changed his mind. That he didn't wanted to meet you at all.
But there was something else written on it.
"You look so beautiful," was written on your hand and slowly your turned around and spotted a handsome guy only a few metres away from you. He was wearing a flannel shirt like Dean had told you he would and there was an enormous grin plastered on his face. He stared at you through the big window of the café and you stared back at him.
Quickly you turned back around to the little bag you brought with you and reached for the sharpie you were carrying with you for months now.
"Hi Dean," you wrote on your other hand and when you looked up again he was suddenly standing right in front of you. God was he good looking and damn did he smell good. A wide smile appeared on your face and he grinned back at you just as intense.
"Hi Y/N," he said then and you swore, his voice was the most beautiful voice you'd ever heard. How did you become so lucky?
Dean Winchester was hot. You hadn't intended that your first meeting would turn into this direction but there you were, staring at this incredible attractive man who apparently had nothing better to do than to stare right back at you. And he was your soulmate. Your other half. Like damn.
Nervously you started playing with your hair, twirling it around your finger like a high school student that was looking at her crush from the football team. It was silly but none of you had said anything since he'd taken a seat right infront of you. You were only sitting in the café and watched the other one. It was easy to look at him and it gave you the feeling like you were looking at some kind of art, rather than a human being. He was perfect and in a matter of seconds you'd decided that you could watch him all day.
Dean Winchester was beautiful and he was generously proportioned. Muscular just in the right parts. Your eyes wandered from his muscular arms to his chest and then to his face. His green eyes were boring into you, through you and you swallowed hard as you tried to avoid his glance. You started focusing on his freckles instead, hoping that it would help to calm you down and to catch your breath. But of course it didn't really helped either. You'd never gave it a thought if you'd find freckles attractive but as soon as you'd seen that Dean's face and also his arms and hands were covered in them, you knew that you wanted to connect them with your fingers while they were brushing over his creamy skin. You wanted to see if other parts of his body were -
Quickly you shook your head to get rid of all these sexual thoughts and bit down on your lip, hard, so that you could taste blood. By the look on Dean's face you could tell that he was clearly amused by the little inner fight you were having. You wanted to say something but as soon as your eyes landed on his glorious, from god himself created lips you completely lost the ability to speak.
You were immensely grateful that Dean had decided to release you from this awkward situation and had started the talking part.
"So," he started and licked his lips. You'd never seen lips on a man in such a beautiful shade of pink and you instantly started wondering how they'd look like after they'd been kissed for hours. All swollen and even more pink probably?
"I never had a first date in a café. Normally I take the girl out in a nice restaurant and have dinner. But it's nice here, I like it. Do you come here often?" He looked at you like he was honestly interested in what you had to say but all you could do was replaying how he'd said the word "Date" in your head over and over and over again.
"This is a date?" you blurted out as a result of your brain not being able to function like a brain of an adult anymore. You could feel the heat in your face and were pretty aware that you were probably redder in the face than the dark red curtains in your grandma's living room.
"Well," he was smirking again and you couldn't decide if you wanted to kiss him or punch him in the face for making you even more nervous. "Do you want this to be date?"
"Yes!" The word left your mouth before you even had the chance to rethink the whole thing but Dean only smiled even wider.
"Good because I want it to be one too."
You wanted to say something back but in just that moment the waitress came over to your table and asked you if you already knew what you wanted to order.
"I'll take a slice of apple pie," Dean told her and you ordered the same. The both of you remained silent until the pie arrived and when the waitress came back, you noticed that she was only holding one plate with a little apple pie on it which was cut into a heart shape.
"It's the version for two," she winked in your direction and gave Dean a lovingly smile. You wanted to protest that you weren't a couple but she was already gone again and you were left with two forks, a heart shaped apple pie and Dean Winchester who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
—-
"That was fun," you told him when you arrived at your front door together. Even though you had told him that your apartment wasn't far away, Dean had insisted to walk you home so that he could make sure that you were safe. He'd given his leather jacket to you after he'd noticed that you were freezing and now you were surrounded by his amazing smell. His jacket was keeping you warm but you could still feel his hand on your lower back, burning into you and leaving it's mark. You hoped that he'd never take his hand off of you but unfortunately he did.
"Yes it was. I had a great time Y/N. I hope this wasn't our last date?" Dean gave you a hopeful glance and all of your nervousness of before was gone by now. This guy said that he had wanted to call your first meeting a date. He'd made sure that you got the bigger slice of the pie and he'd given you his leather jacket. He wasn't playing with you. He was being serious and this made you fall for him even harder.
"It wasn't," you reassured him then and smiled. You'd gained a lot of self confidence in the past few minutes that you even took the next step and leaned closer to him to press a light kiss on his cheek. His scruff slightly scratched against your skin and you could feel how he started smiling. You backed off again, giving him his personal space back.
"I'd love to see you again," you told him and like the perfect gentlemen he was, he simply nodded and smiled and said his goodbyes to you. You were sure that he would leave now so you already turned around and started fumbling for your keys in your bag when you suddenly felt a hot breath next to your ear.
"I'm sorry Y/N but I couldn't leave without kissing you at least once," Dean murmured in your ear and at the sound of his voice, hot and heavy, you turned around. His eyes were full of adoration and lust as he stared down on your lips before he slowly leaned closer to you so that you still had the chance to stop him if you really wanted to. With his right hand he brushed a stray of hair out of your face and finally pressed his perfectly soft lips against yours. You kissed him back instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue slided across your lower lip and you let out a quiet moan against his lips which made him chuckle.
Somehow you managed it to open the door while you and Dean were still kissing. Your back was pressed against the wall next to your little shoe cabinet while Dean was pressing his body against yours. You were able to feel him. Everywhere.
Slowly he reached for the hem of your shirt and stopped kissing you for a second to make sure that you were fine with him taking off your shirt. You simply nodded and then your shirt was lying on the floor together with his jacket which had left your body the moment you'd made your way into your apartment. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck and started plastering hot and wet kisses on your skin when he suddenly stopped and grabbed you hard by the elbow to shove you further into the room, more into the light the small lamp in your corridor was spending you.
"Oh god," he whispered then and and ran his hand through his hair. His strange and sudden behavior scared you and the nervousness from earlier was coming back immediately. Had you done something wrong?
"Dean what is wrong?" you asked him, your voice sounding more scared than you'd tried it to be. At the sound of it Dean let go of your elbow and you started rubbing with your other hand against it. "Dean what the hell? You scared me."
"I'm sorry I didn't meant to scare you it's just that I didn't thought you would," he paused and his eyes moved back to your back. To your back that was covered in scars. His scars. The scars you had because he had them. Because he was your soulmate and because you shared every mark that was on your skin with the other one.
"Oh god Y/N I'm so sorry," he said again and the sexual tension that you'd felt between the two of you only seconds ago was completely gone. "I never thought about it. I've ruined your body. I've blemished you and oh god." He looked like he was in pain and it brought tears to your eyes which you quickly blinked away.
"Dean it's not your fault. I don't care about them and you didn't ruin my body. Of course not. Hey," you took his face into your hands and forced him to look at you. "Don't worry about the scars. They never bothered me," you told him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Only the tattoo did."
His eyes travelled to the spot where your tattoo, his tattoo, was and he smiled. "But I'm glad that you have it. It protects you." You nooded. You'd found this one out by yourself. You just didn't knew of what it was protecting you and you would ask Dean one day about it. Just not now.
"You have scars because of me too, Dean," you told him and he made a grimace. It clearly pained him to know that you were having scars because of him and you didn't knew any other way to cheer him up. "See?" you opened your mouth and pointed at your teeth. "I've got my wisdom teeth removed when I was twelve." You grinned at him and that's when Dean finally started to relax again and a smile appeared on his beautiful face.
You grabbed your shirt and slid it over your head again before you reached out for his hand. "Do you want to check if I have still ice cream in my freezer? We could eat it and watch whatever is on tv right now?"
"That sounds perfect to me," he replied and kissed you on the cheek once more.