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Chapter 3: The Car

Dean Winchester Tuesday, November 6th, 2018

   After 28-year-old Dean woke up Sam for work, he walked into the bathroom. Just like every other day, he looked in the mirror at the scar on his face that had been there since he was 20.

   Dean's soulmate must have gotten it from something. He had gotten it on a day when he was sick. The next day, he noticed it in the mirror.

   Thinking of his soulmate, he reached down to his wrist and touched the words that were printed there. Hey there, hot stuff.

   Dean wondered what his response would be to that. He wondered what was on his soulmate's wrist.

     Time Skip

  "Hey there, hot stuff," Dean heard from behind him.

   He was working at his Uncle Bobby's mechanic shop and was almost done with the golden-colored 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. Not thinking about how those were the exact words on his wrist, he decided to give back a sassy comment.

  "How do you know I'm hot if I'm not facing you?" Dean asked.

   "Well, if your face looks as good as your ass... then you're the most attractive man I'll ever see!" the deep voice chuckled.

   "So now you're judging people's faces on their asses? I'm not sure how good of a plan that is," Dean teased. He was used to getting hit on.

   "Whatever, are you almost done with my car?" The man asked.

   "Yeah," Dean answered.

   He turned and looked at the man. Once he fully took in the man's face, scar and all, he gasped. The man had the exact same scar as Dean, in the exact same spot.

Castiel Novak Tuesday, November 6th, 2018

     23-year-old Castiel was deciding to hit on the mechanic that was working on his car. Because why not?

   When the man turned around, Castiel's jaw dropped. Not only because this man was the most beautiful person in existence, but also because he had the same scar as Castiel did. Castiel had gotten that scar eight years ago from his father when he found Lucifer.

   The man looked at his wrist, seeing the words that were clearly printed there. Castiel did the same thing, and sure enough, the words, How do you know I'm hot if I'm not facing you?  were written there.

   "You're my soulmate," His soulmate whispered.

   "Well, no shit, Sherlock," Castiel replied, smiling.

   The man ran up to Castiel and hugged him. Castiel hugged him in return.

   The man stepped back and started speaking, "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I love long walks on the beach and pie. Also, I have a little brother named Sam, your turn."

     "Um, ok?" Castiel said, overwhelmed by his soulmate's excitement."My name is Castiel Novak. I'm 23, I like bees, and I have an older brother named Lucifer. Also, I think you're adorable and that I was right to judge your face by your ass."

   "Dean, stop talking to the customer and finish his car, please?" The owner of the shop said, walking in.

   "But Bobby, he's my soulmate," Dean smiled, bouncing with excitement.

   "Well, congratulations. Now get back to work, idjit," Bobby replied.

   Dean finished up quickly. Castiel enjoyed the view of Dean bending over to fix the car's motor. After Dean was done, he quickly changed out of his work clothes and went back to Castiel.

   "So, how old did you say you were?" Dean asked him and started walking in the direction of what Castiel assumed was Dean's car.

   "23. How about you, hot stuff?" Castiel replied. Dean looked older than him, but only maybe by a couple of years.

   "28," He replied, making Cas' eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Is that going to be a problem?" Dean asked.

    "No, I was just surprised, you don't look that old. Oh, shit! Sorry, that was rude. Now I feel like an assbutt." Castiel blushed at his own stupidity.

     "It's all right. I know what you meant, but 'assbutt', really?" Dean grinned at the word Castiel used to insult himself.

   "I know, it's stupid. I used to always call my brother that, so I guess the name stuck." Castiel explained.

   "It's cute. What did you mean by 'used to,' though?" Dean asked. By now they were at Dean's car. It was a black 1967 Chevy Impala.

   "He's mute. Anyway, I guess I'll see you around?" Castiel asked.

   "Yeah, but I don't have anything to write with me right now. I'll get something at home. If I write my phone number on my arm, it will show up on your's too, right?" Dean asked.

   "Yeah," Castiel said, walking away. "Bye."

     "Bye," He heard Dean call back.