Your brother, is that the best you think i can do?

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(Cas POV)
Around 5:10, I'm sitting on the couch checking my phone for the time, while it was charging, every two seconds. 
"A watched pot never boils, ya know" my dad utters as he walks into the living room.
"Ya I know, and since when did you become a fortune cookie?" He laughs and shrugs walking into the kitchen. The door bell rings at precisely 5:17pm 'I'm totally not over-obsessing' I think. I opened the door to see "Sam?" I tilt my head in a questioning way
"hey cas, can I hang with gabe?" He puts on puppy eyes and I give in.
"Sure, where's Dean?"
"He's in the car, waiting for you" Sam winks and runs up the stairs.
"I'll be back by 9:00, at the latest!" I yell earning a "i want thee deets!!" From lucifer and Michael. I roll my eyes and walk down the pathway from my house to the street. I walk up to the impala and knock on the window. Dean looks up and smiles, as he unlocks the door.

*they're driving now*

On they way to the roadhouse we sit in silence. Not a awkward silence like I expected, but like a warm, comfortable kinda silence, ya know? We get to the roadhouse around 5:50, which means 10 minuets till I'm equipped with the tattoo-soulmate package. We are directed to a cozy table towards the back by a nice women who name tag reads Ellen.
"I'll just leave these here, hollar when you ready to order, 'Kay Hun?" She say a sweet smile egniting on her lips.
"Thanks Ellen" Dean says earning him a cheek rub. Ellen walks away meeting up with a man in back of the bar counter, she give the scruffy man a kiss and disappears behind a door.
"How do you know her?" I ask letting curiosity kill me.
"They're my adoptive parents, have been since I was 4, sammy was 6 months." I nod looking at the small analog clock on the bar counter, 5:58. Two minutes. I'm taken out of my trance by Dean tapping my hand.
"Here" he gives me a blue bag with a card taped to the side. I open it and pull out a green plaid over shirt and a necklace with a wing charm on it. I take the card and open it...

Dear cas,
       Happy birthday Cassie! I actually wanted to tell you something. I want to tell you who my soulmate is!
                         
                           With all my heart, Dean

"Gabriel" I blurt out.
"What?"
"Gabriel, he's your soulmate!" Dean bursts out laughing, a real laugh that makes his gorgeous green eyes crinkle on the side and his head is thrown back but the beautiful sound is cut short by a light blue, well light coming from my wrist. I close my eyes and thrust my arm forward
"read it to me please?" I nearly whisper.
"Me" he says, as if it were no surprise. My eyes jolt open as I whip my arm back and stare at the intricate cursive. Sure enough the name 'Dean W' is written across my inner wrist. My eyes start to mist as I wrap my arms around in the the most genuine hug I've ever given another living being.
"You know how hard it was to find a Castiel N?" I let out an airy laugh
"well how about we get to know more about each other and make this an official date?" I say with hope coating my eyes.  Dean smiles, nods, and sits back down. That's when we finally realize the big crowd clapping us on, I turn a crimson red and Dean smiles at my embarrassment. Everyone settles down as Ellen walks over
"Congratulations boys! I knew you could tell him sweetheart. She pinched his cheeks and took our orders. She then disappeared behind the counter again.
"So your brother? Really? Is that the best you think I could do?" My face went a little pink as I mumbled a no, again playing with my piercing. The rest of the night went fantastic, Dean beat me by three points in each game of bowling we played, we left around 8:30 and stopped at an iced cream place. He dropped me off at home, and planted a small kiss on the side of my cheek. I blushed. 'Wow, this guy's got me blushing like a 12 year old girl' I thought. I waved to Dean as he pulled down the road with Sam is the passenger side. I open the door to be tackled by Michael, lucifer, and gabe.
"You've got some gossiping to do!!" Luci states, in a calm but serious tone the scares the ever living shit out if me.
"I'll grab the ice cream!" And with that Michael squealed, very manly by the way, and ran into the kitchen, while luci and gabe dragged me to the couch.

This is my top fic, and I don't understand why, everything about it was terrible. Thank chuck for the writing classes
-Milo

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