Not in that Way- Destiel/Sabriel

Chapter 7- Castiel

Off. Something was off. Wrong. Not right. Incorrect. Just off.

I didn't know how else to put it. In the days following my confession, Sam and I had grown much closer. Minutes after we hugged for the first time. His large muscular body pressed again my small weak frame. That night we went on our first official date. We only went to the movies and dinner. It was nice... Two days after my confession he kissed the top of my head, leaving us both speechless before I pressed a small kiss to his cheek. That was also the first night he called me 'baby'.

I had never really thought about how nice that nickname was. And it was nice, but as it slipped from his lips it just didn't sound quite right.

Two weeks after that we slept in the same bed. It felt like we were moving so fast, but we were soulmates so why not. That night should have felt amazing. We should have fallen asleep in each other's arms and slept peacefully. But it just felt so wrong.

All night we both were twisting and turning, unable to get comfortable. I somehow ended up between his arms, but it felt so awkward. So off. Halfway through the night we both gave up and Sam slumped back to his bed.

It's now been almost two months since my confession and not much has changed. Most of the time we avoid a each other. I hear silent tears streaming down his face after he thinks I've fallen asleep. I can tell how disappointed he is because I'm just as disappointed.

I've read stories where soulmates find each other and date for only weeks before getting married. Those couples you read about always go on and on about just knowing. But it isn't really that easy.

Sam and I just don't fit. I know how much we both want it to work. He had wanted his for so long and I know deep down I've needed it too.

All my life things have gone horribly wrong. Now this. I wanted to make things work. It was our destiny to be together. Never had there ever been a soulmate mix up. Every time, the couples find each other and live happily ever after.

I rolled over on my hard mattress. Sam was still out cold. It was Friday so I hopped out of bed and threw on some clothes before running out to the dinning hall. I wolfed down some toast and a few slices of bacon.

I left the dining hall and started to trek towards the apartment Gabe has been holed up in. His 18th birthday was tomorrow and I had to see him before. I still haven't told him about Sam.

I knocked loudly on the door to our room. Gabe opened the door before checking his watch which hung loosely from his wrist.

"Dude, what the hell? It like 8, on a Friday. A Friday where we don't have school..." he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Well tomorrow is your birthday. You know, the big one-eight!" I smiled brightly before pushing past him and flopping down on the couch.

He groaned, slamming the door and plowing down next to me. "So what do you want?"

"To talk, I guess..." I inhaled knowing he was going to press now until I spilled day news.

"Well, now you have to tell me what's up, Cassie!" I frowned at the nickname.

"Gabe, I found him!" I smiled slightly but the offness between Sam and I still hung in the back of my mind.

Gave squealed. Like a little he squeaked so high pitched I had to cover my ears.

"WHOOOOOO" he held out the 'o' for dramatic effect before staring at me expectantly while still bouncing up and down.

"My roommate. Sam, Sam Winchester." I gave a small smile before it slipped from my lips.