Artsy (Destiel Soulmate AU)

1570 words

Castiel had always been an artsy person who drew on every surface he could find. He taught himself when he was little and soon became addicted to drawing and painting.
When Castiel reached College age, he still drew very much, but he had less time to do it properly, which was the reason he started using his own skin as a canvas. Of course he knew that his soulmate would get to have his art on their arms if he did so, but he thought that if they were really the love of his life they could deal with a little of his personality.

Our story begins on a rainy Tuesday evening in the middle of October.

"Seriously, Cassie, you need to get out more," Castiel's older brother Gabriel whined. Castiel sighed annoyed.
"You know that I can't, Gabe. I have to hand in this essay on Friday and I still have to write two more pages. Also I have to study for an exam on Thursday. And you know that I don't like being called Cassie," he answered.
This time it was Gabriel's turn to breathe out loudly and shake his head. "You take all this College shit way too seriously," he said.
Castiel didn't think it was necessary to comment on that and continued drying his cutlery.
"Wokay; your life, your choices. But don't come crying when your social life crumbles and collapses because you don't have any friends left," his brother said, standing up from the kitchen chair and leaving the room.
"I'm gonna go now, but don't forget Anna's birthday dinner this Friday! She'll kill you if you don't come!" And with that he closed the door to Castiel's flat.
Castiel sighed again and set down the kitchen towel. He sat down, tired from the long day of College and working at the gas station. He didn't really like the job, but it was a responsibility and the payment was good.
Lost in his thoughts, Castiel grabbed a pen from the counter and began doodling on his arm.
It started out as a few simple lines, but soon it evolved into something way more complex. Soon a beautiful construction of waves, edges and circles decorated his skin.
He looked at it sleepily and smiled, then he went to brush his teeth and go to bed.
Not too far away, about five houses down the road, a boy named Dean Wichester studied the net of black ink lovingly that snaked it's way across his left arm.

The next morning Dean awoke with a heavy head, wearing sticky clothes from the evening before, his hair tousled and his breath like one of a dog. He stretched his arms over his head and scratched his neck.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty. You fell asleep in front of the telly again," his brother Sam said from the doorway. Dean looked at him confused. "Shouldn't you be in school?," he asked with a raspy voice.
"Ash accidently caused a fire alarm because he smoked in the bathrooms, so we all got sent home early," Sam explained. Dean nodded mindlessly, starring at the beautiful artwork on his arm again.
"They did it again?," Sam asked, now looking at it, too.
Dean nodded and stroked the black lines, the he went to get something to eat.

"You're late," John said the moment his oldest son entered the garage he ran with his old friend Bobby.
"Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," Dean said.
"You say that every morning yet you always show up late again and again," John complained. "Get yourself together, boy. If you wanna manage this place one day, you gotta become punctual. Now, what is that on your arm? Again?"
It was moments like this when Dean really couldn't stand his father. "Can't do anything about the drawings, now, can I?," he said almost angrily before putting away his stuff and opening a car to work on the motor.
This was going to be a long day.

Wednesday and Thursday were relatively uneventful for Castiel. He went to his classes, wrote his essay and got a phone call from his childhood friend Balthasar, bit that was about it.
Thursday evening he drew a beautiful set of pitch black wings on his forearm.
In the morning of the surprisingly sunny Friday he handed his work in and didn't have any other classes, so he met up with his friend Kevin.
"Hey, Castiel!," the boy greeted him smiling and half hugged him. Castiel smiled back and they sat down at the table of the small coffee shop that was property of their friend Meg, who brought them two coffees.
"So, Cassie," Kevin began, "Anything new from the soulmate front?"
Castiel shook his head. "Nothing, but to be honest I really could care less at the moment. You know, school and stuff," he said.
Kevin nodded, agreeing with his friend. "But I really do want to meet them," he said. "If my soulmate would at least draw or write on their skin, like you do. But no, they are the cleanest person in the whole damn world.
Castiel chuckled. Then the song 'Barbie Girl' interupted him loudly. Castiel cursed and fumbled his phone out of his pocket hecticly. "Damn it, Gabriel! Why did you change my ringtone again?!," he asked his brother angrily.
"Calm down, Cassie," Gabe said laughing. "I just wanted to annoy you. Anyway, Anna's dinner is at six in the Roadhouse. Don't forget it." And with that he hung up again. Castiel pulled out a pen and looked around for a paper, but he couldn't find one, so he just wrote the time and place down on the back of his hand, before he forgot it again.

Dean was quite confused when "6 pm Roadhouse" appeared on his hand. Normally his soulmate just drew. But he guesses it must have been an important date to him to write it on his hand.
Nevertheless Dean couldn't help but be curious, and as coincidence or fate or whatever wanted it, he just so happened to help out at his aunt Ellen's restaurant that evening.
Needless to say he wore a short sleeved shirt when he showed up at five pm to cover for his cousin Jo, who had a date. He received a weird look from Jo and a comment from Ellen, because "who wears a frickin t-shirt in the middle of fall, are you suicidal", but he just ignored it.
He was ready. Ready to step out there and find his fucking soulmate.

"... happy birthday to you," they sang and Anna laughed and thanked everybody. They weren't many, just Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Alfie and of course Anna, but they were siblings and you're supposed to celebrate your birthday with people you love most.
Castiel stared off into space for a moment before he realized the waiter had just been there and had already disappeared again to get their drinks.
"Wait, did you order for me?," he asked his brothers and sister, to which they said yes. He really should concentrate on this dinner, but somehow he just couldn't, like he was supposed to know something very important about this evening but he just couldn't decide what it was.
Had he forgotten to turn the lights off when he left the house? No, the apartment had been completely dark. He fumbled the hem of his white dress shirt nervously and rolled his sleeves up.
"Aw, Cassie, that's so pretty!," Anna suddenly exclaimed and looked at the slightly faded black wings on his left arm. Castiel smiled shyly and rubbed his neck. "Thanks, I guess."
Then the waiter came to deliver their drinks. Well, at least that's what he was supposed to do. But then, when he came to their table, time seemed to slow down. Castiel mustered the boy. He couldn't be much younger than himself, had blond hair and the greenest of eyes. But what caught his attention were the boy's arms. He wore a faded AC/DC t-shirt and his muscular arms weren't covered.
Castiel looked at the boy's arm, then his, then the boy's again. Then the boy set down the tray with a small bang.
"Son of a bitch," he said as if he was in a trance and stared at Castiel.
Castiel stood up slowly and approached the boy. He swallowed. All of his siblings' eyes were on him and the waiter.
"Um... hi. I'm-m Castiel," he said awkwardly.
"Dean," the boy said. "So I guess we're..."
"Yeah..."
"Oh my gosh, guys!," Alfie exclaimed. "The awkwardness between you is so thick I could cut it with a butter knife."
Then Ellen shoutet out of the kitchen: "Winchester, what are you standing there for? You have tables to serve! Do you want your twenty bucks or what?"
This made Dean snap out of it. "Right," he said. "Sorry. I, um, I gotta go now, I really need the money to get my brother into a good College. But I get off at nine, maybe we could talk then? Here, I'll leave you my number."
Castiel smiled. "Yeah, that would be nice. I'll see you then."
"Gotta see me before that, don't forget I'm your manservant for the evening," Dean joked. "Alright, I really have to go now. Bye, Cas!"
Castiel stared at Dean the whole rest of the evening. He couldn't believe it. Fucking finally.

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Is it okay? Is it cringe worthy? Should I burn and delete everything I've ever written?