Not in that Way- Destiel/Sabriel

Chapter 6- Sam

I don't know why I said it. I knew it was too much. I probably would have left if he asked me the same question. I was so stupid. I shouldn't have pressed him. He was finally starting to talk and now he could be anywhere.

I knew something was wrong by the tears I had seen him holding in. Maybe I should have gone after him. What if he hurts himself? What if somebody else hurts him?

I shook my head trying to clear the negative thoughts and questions crowding inside. I paced around the room. It had been an hour. An entire hour since Castiel had run out the door, and he still hasn't been back.

After three hours I got tired of pacing and sat on my bed. I stared unmoving at the door on the other side of he room. I don't know why I was so worried about him, but I couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong with him.

It had been almost six hours. Six! The sun was down and outside it was pitch black. My eyes were starting to droop but I couldn't fall asleep. Not until I knew he was okay. Not until I knew he was safe.

My eyes grew heavier and my thoughts lighter as I drifted off to sleep

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I woke to the door slamming shut. I sprung up and was on my feet within seconds.

When Dean and I were kids we had to watch out for our Dad coming home from the bar drunk. Every time he came home Dean and I would jump out of bed and hide until he left for his own room.

I scanned the apartment and found Castiel sitting down softly on his bed.

"Castiel, oh my god, are you okay, where were you, do you need to talk, are you hurt?" His eyes went wide at the words that continued to spew out of my mouth.

He put his hands out and waved them around a little. "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's okay."

I started to get mad at him for brushing this off so easily. "Dude, I have been worried sick about you all night. Where were you?" I demanded as if I was his dad and watched him cringe slightly at my words.

"I'm sorry, I just..." He looked so uncomfortable as he struggles to find something to say.

I realized that it's not really my place to force him to talk to me. I inhaled deeply, "No, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to make an excuse. It's okay." I sat back down on my bed.

His eyes filled with relief. "Sam, I... I need to tell you something..."

"You can tell me whatever, I'll listen."

"Sam, Castiel Collins isn't my real name..."

I crinkled my brow, trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that. "If it's not Castiel Collins, then what is it?"

He took a calming breath, "it's still Castiel, but not Collins... My last name is... it's Novak!"

I was dead silent. My fingers lingered over my wrist where the same last name was written only a little over a year before.

"Why... why did the forms say Collins then?" My fingers were digging deep into my wrist now and I was holding onto every word he said.

"I changed it so I didn't have to be a Novak anymore, that's why I dodged your question before because my home life... it wasn't great..." he looked down at his hands which were resting in his lap.

I walked across the room and sat down next to him, our thighs brushing against each other.

"Well, Castiel Novak, I'm SamWinchester. And I think you might be my soulmate." When the words pushed out of my lips, I felt relief flood my entire body. His lips curled up into a smile.

"Sam Winchester, I think you might be my soulmate too." His smile stretched wider.

I carefully wrapped my arms around his small body the held him tight. I had waited so long for this moment. And now that it was here I couldn't help but feel like something was off with the way he fit into my arms.

Hey-o, so this chapter is super short and I'm sorry. But I've been going through some rough stuff. I promise the next chapter will be longer!! Sorry again and don't forget to vote and comment!