Color me lovestruck (Destiel/Sabriel AU)

Chapter 5 ~ Kaleidoscope

The first sound that broke the silence of Saturday morning was groaning. Loud groaning. But with two horribly hungover people in the house, the sound wasn't a surprise to any of those who were awake.

Dean was the last of the two that woke up- Charlie waking up about a half hour before him. Dean made his way downstairs into the kitchen, ignoring Arizona who was playfully barking at his side. Turns out he was the last person to even wake up,seeing as everyone else was already downstairs.

Kevin had gone back to his house after the party, and Meg had left just shortly after Charlie had woken up. Benny, meanwhile, ended up just going back to his house, and Jo had to leave shortly after Charlie woke up. And so, the only one left was Charlie, sitting in the living room, happily talking to Sam. Once the sound of Dean's footsteps were heard, the two of them looked up, followed by Sam immediately lifting himself off his seat.

"Dean! You're awake!" Sam exclaimed, walking over to his brother, who held a hand up to stop Sam from hugging him.

"My head is killing me. Do you have aspirin?"

"It's over here boy," Bobby remarked, sticking his head out from the kitchen, where he was fixing breakfast, "Bad hangover, I'm guessing."

"Yeah." Dean admitted softly, lowering his eyes.

"Ah well, part of being a teenager and goin' to parties, ain't it? C'mere, I'll give you some aspirin. Just don't drink as much next time."

Dean let out a small sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks Bobby."

Bobby just nodded his head as Dean grabbed the bottle of aspirin from his hand. "You're welcome, Dean."

Dean downed the medicine with some water and set the cup back down,. That's when he noticed it: colors, and lots of them. Reds and blues and yellows, you name it. His own shirt was a brilliant red, with dark blue pajama pants to match. Bobby's hair was a grayish brown, his eyes a deep gray-blue with flecks of brown, and his outfit mainly blue, white and gray. It was a kaleidoscope of color that Dean was not used to whatsoever.

He set the glass of water down and walked instead into the living room, where Sam and Charlie were still sitting and talking. Charlie's hair was a brilliant shade of red, while Sam's hair was a beautiful shade of brown.

Charlie seemed to notice the expression on Dean's face, and she tilted her head, a confused expression of her own crossing her face. "Dean? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just..." Dean's voice trailed off, his eyes instead glancing around the room, taking in all the colors.

"Just what?"

Dean paused for a moment, before looking back at Charlie and contemplating. "Your hair's red."

There was a brief moment of silence to process what Dean had just said, but Charlie picked up on it first. She quickly stood up, her phone clattering to the floor as she stared at Dean in shock.

"You can see colors?" She exclaimed, as Sam quickly turned his head at the realization. Dean simply nodded, not understanding her reaction, but he quickly regretted it once he saw the expression that now laid on Charlie's face.

"Dean you can see colors?" Sam cried, staring at his brother in shock. "So- so you met your soulmate? When?"

"Must've been when I was drunk." Dean replied, shrugging, and Charlie immediately groaned.

"So you don't remember them? Who they are, or any of that?"

"No. All I remember is the color blue. I don't know what it means though."