Dean
Dean let out a pleasured sigh and fell back on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. He wrapped his arms around the waist of the person next to him, who just happened to be Lisa Braeden.
"That- was amazing..." she breathed, stroking his hair. He kissed her shoulder and looked at her wrist. Something wasn't right about the heart, though. It looked... smudged?
"What the-" He exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist.
"Hey!" She yelled as he wiped the ink off of her wrist.
"You lied?" He asked, rage boiling up inside him.
"Yeah, so what? That sex was great, wasn't it baby?" Lisa shrugged.
"Yeah, it was. But I just cheated on my soulmate!" Dean yelled. He stood up and began to put on his clothes.
"Come on, Dean. Who cares about soulmates!" Lisa groaned.
"That's not the point. You lied," Dean growled as he pulled on his leather jacket, "We are done. For good. Bye, Lisa!"
"Dean-" Lisa began. Dean didn't hear her if she continued to speak. He was already out the door and in his car.
Why do I care so much that Lisa lied? I never used to care about soulmates! What's happening to me?
Dean drove off as more thoughts continued to swarm his head.
And for some reason, he thought of Castiel.
He thought of his blue eyes, his soft lips, and his hair.
That's when it hit him.
Cas was Dean's soulmate.
Dean pressed hard on the breaks.
"Oh no..."
--
Cas
Cas let out a sob of pain as he slid the razor across his wrist. He dropped the sharp, bloody thing in the trash before collapsing onto the floor.
He hated himself for cutting, but he couldn't stop. It was the only thing that took the pain away.
A knock on the door brought Cas to his feet. He pulled down his sleeves and opened the door to see Micheal standing there.
"You have a visitor, Cas. His name is Dean Winchester," Micheal told him. Cas' eyes widened. Why would Dean be visiting him? He walked quietly down the steps, looking at his feet to avoid making eye contact with Dean.
"Hey, Cas," Dean smiled. He waved and looked up slightly. Dean looked so genuinely happy, and Cas wondered how he did it. Cas was almost never happy these days, with his depression and constant anxiety attacks, true happiness seemed out of the picture for him. The only thing that gave Cas even a little bit of hope for happiness was the idea of soulmates.
And today, that hope was ripped from under his feet when his heart began to fade.
That little chance at happiness was gone. His soulmate probably didn't even want him.
Nobody wanted him. Cas was never good enough, for anyone.
Dean's voice broke his thoughts. "Cas, can I talk to you, privately?" He asked.
Cas gulped and nodded. "My room is up here," he said quietly as he began to walk up the stairs. Dean followed, and soon they were sat in Cas' room.
Oh no, he's probably gonna think I'm a nerd. You are so dumb Cas, why would you bring the most popular boy in school to your nerd cave?!
"You like Sherlock? Cool!" Dean squealed, "Do you ship Johnlock?"
Cas looked at him in confusion before answering. "How can anyone not?"
"I know, right?" Dean laughed, "Sorry. I kinda geeked out." He laughed again. Cas listened to his laugh, and it sounded like the voice of an angel.
"I-it's okay, Dean," Cas stuttered.
"Well, um... The reason I'm here is..." He took a deep breath, "I-I think I'm your soulmate, and I cheated."
Cas' face fell into an 'o' shape.
"I-it was you? You..." He couldn't seem to find the strength to continue to speak. He began hyperventilating as tears spilled onto his reddening cheeks.
"Cas? CAS! Are you okay? Castiel!" Dean kneeled at Cas side as he collapsed. "Someone help!" Dean cried.
Cas began to sob, letting out gut wrenching cries and he curling into a ball. He felt like he was dying all over again, his chest getting tighter and heart beating ten times faster than normal. He vomited, still sobbing and crying.
The day that Cas thought couldn't have gone worse, just did.
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Dean
Castiel had passed out in Lucifer's arms as they carried him to the bathroom.
"Anna, go clean the floor," the older Novak ordered.
"What happened to him?" Dean asked, looking pitifully at Cas as they cleaned up his face and wrists.
"He had a panic attack," the man called Micheal explained, "The third one he's had today."
"Judging by his wrists, he cut earlier too," Lucifer sighed.
"Oh, Cas..." Micheal murmured.
"What the fuck did you say that triggered this?" Lucifer asked, shoving Dean to the wall.
"I... I..." He stuttered.
"Luce, calm down," Micheal whispered.
"Fine. Dean, what hell did you say that triggered my little brother's anxiety attacks?"
"I-I just told him that I thought he was my soulmate... and that I cheated," Dean choked on his words. He was so ashamed of himself, and he absolutely hated himself for hurting Cas.
"YOU WHAT?!" Lucifer yelled.
"Lucifer Novak, calm down," Micheal snapped.
"I didn't mean to! The person lied to me!" Dean defended.
"See? It's a misunderstanding," Micheal pulled Lucifer away from Dean. Lucifer glared at him one last time before picking up Cas and bringing him to his room. He laid Cas in his bed and tucked him in.
"Dean, if you so much as look at Castiel in the wrong way, I will beat you bloody," Lucifer growled.
"I-I won't. I promise," Dean said.
"Good," Lucifer stormed out of the room, followed by Micheal who began yelling at his boyfriend. Dean couldn't hear them, he was focused on Cas.
Dean lingered in Cas' room for a few minutes, just staring at the boy. He looked so... frail and broken. Dean sighed and shook his head.
"I'm so sorry, Cas..." A tear fell on the Winchester's cheek. He wiped it away quickly, sighing deeply.
Then, an idea came to him.
Dean picked up a scrap of paper and a pencil. He wrote Cas a small note that said:
Meet me at the park after school. Bring a jacket.
-D.W.
He put it underneath Cas' glasses and placed a kiss on his forehead.
Dean was going to pick up Cas' pieces no matter what.
