Destiel One Shots

Soulmates

Soulmates.

A simple enough idea, yes, but the details and the little quirks are endless. There have been ideas of a clock on the person's arm, and they stop when they bump into each other, or they have a tattoo of the first words they speak to each other.

Many ideas circling around make it look like a joy ride, but Castiel always thought they were just fantasies. No such world would be that magical.

He stuck to that firm belief for many, many years.

That is, until he met an annoyingly gorgeous green eyed man.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's start at the beginning.

It was a fine Autumn night, Castiel was taking a solitary stroll by his lonesome, wondering about his next project he should work on, until his thought process was interrupted by his annoying older brother, Gabriel giving him a ring.

"Wassup Cassie, my bro? Doing anything fun like gettin' it on with the ladies?" Gabe said cheerfully.

"No, I was actually enjoying a walk until you interrupted me," Castiel replied irritably.

"Dude, you gotta put yourself out there instead of sulking. I'm sorry the last time I found you a girl was crazy! It wasn't my fault that she didn't put that she had a doll she whispered to every ten seconds!"

Ah yes, Theresa. She was... odd. It was an unpleasant experience, but the leading cause for Castiel ending it was because he was, in fact, gay.

He hadn't told his family, in fear of them disowning him, as they were religious, and that was an understatement.

Have you ever seen a movie where a balloon was wedged between two teenagers who were slow dancing at a dance a little too close, saying "leave room for Jesus!"? Yeah, that was his family.

Castiel loved them, but they could easily smother him in their Christianity.

"I'm enjoying being single at the moment, Gabe. I'm fine," Castiel replied shortly.

"Oh sweet little Cassie, I pity you," Gabe replied. "Well, I was calling to tell you that we're having a party at my apartment and you should sooo come."

Castiel sighed. "No, Gabe, I do not wish to come."

"C'mon, man! You sound like you're eighty! You're only twenty-two!"

"Fine, I'll come to your stupid party, but if I want to leave, I will," Castiel said wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Good! It's at 9:00 P.M. tonight! See you there!"

"See you there," Castiel repeated, before hanging up and sighing in defeat. How did he always get swept into these things?

More often than not, he leaves after a half hour; two hours tops. He turned around and headed home to get ready for this party, because it was already 7:34 P.M.

He settled upon a white button up shirt, black slacks, and his trusty trench coat. He didn't go anywhere without it.

You could easily compare it to Linus from Peanuts, always holding a blanket for support, his stomach knotted every time he was left alone without it. That's how it was with Castiel and his trench coat, ever since he was twelve.

At 9:00 o'clock sharp, he was there rapping on the door of his older brother's apartment door. It was opened by Gabe, who already looked a little drunk.

"Glad you could make it, Cassie! Some people haven't arrived yet," Gabe said, opening the door in an inviting way, into a very uninviting apartment.