Just The Name

Chapter 1 (An utmost creative title)

"Alright." John sighed, staring at his friends hand. "Better than mine."

Elliot, a close friend of John's, rolled his eyes. "I know, like, six million Staceys." He sighed. "Who's your name?"

Elliot and John had met about a week ago, but this was a sort of tradition of new friends and soulmates. See if your names matched. They seldom did.

John held out his hand, to reveal, "Sherlock" etched in black ink on top.

"Sherlock..." muttered Elliot. "Sherlock..." his eyes narrowed and he looked up at John suddenly, "Is that a girls name or a guys?"

John felt his face heat up. "How would I know?" He challenged.

"Well, are you gay?"

John shoved his hand into his pocket and decided that was the last time he showed a stranger the name on his hand. "No." He lied. Not really a lie. He was bi. Didn't mean no one discriminated against him. It was, actually quite the opposite.

***

"I'd much rather have no name, in all honesty." Sherlock muttered.

Mycroft rolled his eyes at his brothers dramatics. "Brother, I think you're a bit too upset over this. Very seldom do people actually meet their soulmates, much less end up with them."

Sherlock was 15 and gay. And he hated it whenever someone, anyone asked to see his hand. He knew they just wanted to stare at the name.

"But, that's a guys name!" They'd pointed out, far too many times.

"Nooo." Sherlock had mockingly gasped.

"You mean to tell me," Sherlock said, "That if you met Greg, you wouldn't want to be with him?"

"Don't be absurd, brother." Mycroft said, tracing his finger over Greg's name, absent-mindedly. "Of course I wouldn't."

Sherlock kept his eyes locked onto Mycroft's, but he'd seen the small motion in the still room. "Uh-huhh." He muttered sarcastically.

"Could you not be a child for once in your life?" Mycroft snapped.

***

"Shove off, Sammy." Dean was blushing furiously, holding hands with a girl named Cassandra.

Sam rolled his eyes. "All I said was-"

"We heard what you said!" Cassandra snapped. "Dean," She leaned into her boyfriends shoulder, "Can you tell your brother to shove off?"

"Cass!" Dean muttered, warningly. "Don't be rude, he's my brother!"

"And I'm, like... basically your soulmate." Cassandra muttered.

Dean was beginning to see what Sam meant. Names being close to your soulmates name didn't mean their personalities were.

Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, my God." Cassandra snapped. "Are you actually listening to that little twat?"

Dean began to glare. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was people being rude to Sammy.

"Let me know when you figure out what you're doing with your life."

Cassandra grabbed her bag and stormed off.

Dean stared at Sam, then sighed. The door opened, then closed.

"I'm not looking for my soulmate, Sammy." Dean sighed. "I'm just looking for someone I can be happy with."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I met someone else named Gabriel today, but his Soulmate is named Jessica, not Samuel, so..."

Dean eyed his brothers name and wondered how many people had picked on him for having a man's name. Gabriel.

At least with his name, Castiel, he could pretend that it was a woman's name.

"You'll find him." Dean knew this wasn't necessarily true, especially looking at the statistics that said that very few people did find their soulmates. He supposed he more hoped it was true.

***

Castiel used to buy markers and scribble over the name, "Dean"

He didn't know any other angels who had soulmates and he always felt so isolated.

Samandriel one day rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, returning with one of the four archangels, moments later.

"Gabe," Spat Sam, "This is Castiel. Cas, this is Gabriel."

There was a silent where Cas stared at Gabe's hand, "Samuel", and Gabe stared at Cas' hand, "Dean"

They grew pretty close, pretty quick.