There Was A Time -DeanXCas

Chapter 6 - Impatiently Waiting

It was at least another day before Dean was well enough to sit up without having the room spin around him. Even then he was annoyingly weak: he could walk to the living room, but by the time he made it there he needed to sit down on the couch. And not just in the 'wow I'm tired' kind of way, but more in the 'I need to sit down now because my legs are giving out on me' way. It didn't take long to discover that he couldn't even take a shower without needing to rest halfway through.

Jess told him it was normal to experience some weakness after such a severe migraine. Dean just found it frustrating. He sat on the edge of the tub and rested his head in his hands, waiting for the trembling in his legs to stop. The last time his legs had gone that wobbly under him, it was because a werewolf had clawed him in the belly and he was bleeding out. To this day, Dean still didn't remember exactly how he'd gotten himself back to the Impala, into the driver's seat and all the way to the hospital.

He wasn't looking forward to meeting his soul mate. It didn't always go well when it came to humans, but adding in the supernatural meant that there was even more risk than usual. The movies were all about those perfect meetings where everything just magically fell into place and true love triumphed over any obstacles, and no one liked to talk about the possibility that everything could just fall apart. That you wouldn't like your soul mate, or agree with the way they lived...

That, aside from being an omega, was what worried him the most about the whole situation. Dean was a hunter. He didn't know how to do anything else. But now his mate was a supernatural creature, and worse yet Dean was turning into one. What would his soul mate think about the fact that he regularly hunted the supernatural? What if his soul mate was some blood-sucking asshole or regularly feasted on humans? The last thing he wanted to do was meet his soul mate and then have to gank them less than a minute later.

All the worrying was making his head hurt, but at least the trembling in his legs had stopped. Carefully, using the shower bar for support, Dean stood up and ducked his head under the spray of hot water. Maybe he'd be lucky and everything would work out fine, though his luck had never been that good in the past. He found himself thinking about what Jess had said. Even now, after both Dean and Sam had thrown aside the idea of angels, she still maintained that it was an option.

Dean snorted and shook his head. Angels, honestly. Sam was going to have his hands full with her, that was for sure. Even if angels existed, and he didn't think they did, there was no way he was turning into one. No matter who you asked, angels were supposed to be the pinnacle of everything that just and worthy and good in the world. And Dean was none of those things, not after the life he'd lived. After all the things he'd done, he was lucky that his soul mate wasn't a demon of some kind. He grimaced at the thought.

He was confident that his soul mate wasn't a demon because of those blue eyes. Pure blue, with no hint of black. He leaned against the shower wall, breathing in the steam. It would've been easy to make some corny comparison about how those eyes were the color of the sky or the ocean, but the truth was that Dean had never found another color on Earth to match. And he'd looked, because Bobby had told him that maybe the color was important, and if he could find a match maybe it would be a hint.

Nothing. That shade of blue did not exist on Earth.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, shaking his head. His soul mate was not an angel. There had to be other supernatural creatures out there that used a white light to kill horny alphas, or that could transport someone hundreds of miles in the span of a few minutes. It just couldn't be an angel, blue eyes or not.

His stomach tightened and he finally acknowledged the familiar tingle running through him. Thinking about that night always got his dick interested. Jerking it off to busty asian beauties or regular internet porn just didn't do it much for him anymore. Forget climbing into bed with anyone else: his dick worked just fine even though he was an omega, but it was a lot easier - and more intense - when he let his fingers wander. He'd tried to jerk off with just a hand around his dick but it was unsatisfying and usually left him restless, and there was no way he was gonna let anyone but his alpha near his ass.