Destiel One Shots (with a bit of Sabriel)

My Secret Soulmate

Castiel Novak, brother to Gabriel and Lucifer, is best friends with Dean Winchester. But, that's it: strictly best friends. However, the universe has another idea for them. When Castiel gets Dean as his soulmate, his world crashes into pieces. He hides it from Dean for two weeks: when Dean gets his own. What will happen?

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*Castiel's POV*

"Hey, baby," Meg, my girlfriend, says sweetly, kissing my cheek before I could get in a reply.

"Hey, Meg," I reply, faking happiness.

It's quarter to midnight, the day before my birthday. There's 15 minutes until my soulmate engraving places itself on my wrist.

Ever since a couple days ago, my feelings for Meg have severely decreased. Just a couple days ago, I thought I couldn't love anyone as much as I do her. Then, out of the blue, I didn't see her in the same light. It was like she wasn't even my girlfriend, just my close friend.

I had absolutely no explanation for it, so I acted like nothing was wrong. The entire time we were together, I never once let her kiss me. I wanted to have my engraving before it happened, and Megan actually respected that. She settled for kissing my cheek, and I happily obliged.

It wasn't a surprise when she showed up at my doorstep just mere moments before now. Of course she'd want to be there when I get my engraving.

"Can I sit down?" She asks, gesturing to the spot next to me.

"Yeah, of course," I reply happily. As she takes the seat, I continue speaking. "Just warning you: Dean might be coming. I mean, I asked him earlier if he was going to come over. No reply. But he understands how important this is for me, so he'll probably show."

Meg groans. She never liked him. More importantly, she never liked when Dean and I hung out. Apparently, we would act like an in-the-closet couple. Whatever that means.

"Fine, but if he complains when my name shows up on your wrist and I finally kiss you, you're getting rid of him," she replies. I give her a look of disbelief. "For the night," she clarifies.

I laugh softly, nodding. "Fine, it's a deal."

Meg and I chat about random things as we wait for Dean to show up. When it's a minute till midnight, I come to the conclusion that Dean won't show up.

I sigh dejectedly. My wrist starts to glow softly, gaining my attention as well as Megan's. We watch silently as the glow shifts, spelling out incoherent letterings before depositing itself into my wrist. Slowly, black letters start to appear in the same spot.

My eyes blow wide as the name becomes permanently etched into my skin: Dean. I look at Meg with shock, confusion, and panic.

My breathing speeds up and I start to hyperventilate. I shut my eyes tightly, replaying the last few moments on repeat. Oh, god. She's probably so disappointed. She hates me. Well, this explains why I started losing feelings for her. But, Dean? There has to be a mistake.

No, Castiel. Engravings are never a mistake. My mind races, playing over every possible scenario of Dean finding out. And none of them were good. I mean, he's straight. We're both straight.

The only thing remotely un-straight about me is when my gaze lingers on Dean for a split second too long. The way his muscles are defined in those flannels he's always wearing. The way his legs fit in those perfect ass-fitting jeans. The – wait, what?!

I did not just think that! I've never looked at Dean's ass once! Well, maybe accidentally when we were in the locker room together. And when he was asking me what to wear for his first date. And – god dammit!