Supernatural Preferences

Soulmate AU

Request: Please can I have either a Soulmate AU preference (or a mini-series where the reader is an angel and falls in love with TFW?)

Dean- From the moment you were born, you had the name of your perfect partner tattooed somewhere on your body. Yours was etched into your clavicle and for the first few years of your adult life, you liked to show it off when you walked down the street. But when you had no takers, you started covering it up with high-cut tops or concealer.

When you became a hunter, your chances of meeting the one were even more limited. Occasionally, you would have a few flings when you went to the Roadhouse but none of them meant anything to you. A few people had even tried to convince you that they were your soulmate after lying about their name. You shot them down quickly after you saw that it wasn't your name on their skin.

You had taken a break from socialising with other hunters until you were in Nebraska again and felt the urge to share a drink with Jo Harvelle. You pulled up to the Roadhouse and braced yourself for the loud drunks inside.

You walked in, your head held high and your plaid shirt buttoned all the way up to your throat. Jo beamed at you when she saw you and motioned for you to join her at the bar. She handed you a glass of scotch and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"How's my girl been?" She slurred.

"Busy. I've barely had a minute to relax with all these hunts going on." You reply, sipping at the drink in your hand. Your eyes wander to two men across the bar. One was tall with long hair, the other had gorgeous green eyes and a jawline that could cut through steel. They were chatting with Ellen and you couldn't help but stare at the shorter of the two.

"Y/N? Helloooo?" Jo waved a hand in front of your face, effectively causing you to look back at her.

"Sorry, I-"

"No, Sammy!" One of the men shouted. You turned to look at who it was and came face to face with the long haired man.

"I couldn't help but overhear, your name is Y/N?" He asked. "Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

You blinked at him and nodded.

"I'm Sam Winchester. That's my brother Dean over there. He doesn't care to admit it, but he's in desperate need of a soulmate right now."

You just flick your gaze between the two brothers, your mouth probably catching flies. Dean was glaring down at his bottle, his cheeks a little flushed. Without saying a word to Sam, you stand up and walk over to Dean, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked up at you.

"Listen, I don't know what my bitch of a brother said to you, but I'm fine the way I am." He said harshly, taking a swig of his drink.

You raised an eyebrow and unbuttoned your shirt a little so he could see the words "Dean Winchester" against your collarbone. His feigned, rough attitude broke away a little.

"I'm just not ready for the responsibility of a relationship. I don't want to put you in danger. Too many people close to me have gotten hurt."

"Dean," you laughed. "I'm a hunter. I can take care of myself."

He cracked a grin and looked at you properly from head to toe. "You are a pretty good hunter." He remarked.

"The best. So how about you buy me a drink, Winchester?"

"You got it, soulmate."

Sam- "How much longer have you got, Sammy?" Dean asked as they drove towards their next hunt.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't bring it up again."

Dean snorted. "C'mon, I know you peeked last night," Sam shot him a look. "Dude, I'm okay with it. We both know that out of the two of us, you're the one that deserves a normal life."