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chapter 1

You were remembering the sudden flashback of the string until you felt the tugging on your hand as you were dragged out of the daydream. Your soulmate and you learned how to use morse code to communicate with one another. Just so you were able to get to know each other or maybe figure out who it was.

The tugging began about 5 years ago, you were only 27. You were on a hunt in North Carolina. You just finished a vampire case, and decided to stop at a worn down case station for gas and snacks. The thread began tugging as you were in your Sugar.

Sugar being what you called the Chevrolet Chevelle your mom passed down onto you. After your mom decided to go off on her own, saying you were a disgrace to the hunting society and she didn't need you dragging her along the way.

Besides that, you were much happier hunting alone. The only thing you had of your mother was the car, the faded shoebox, and the scars that she left behind. The thread kept tugging as you pulled out the notebook you had that allowed you to translate.

'hi sweetheart'

Your soulmate was a delight, he always called you cute names like sweetheart or baby. You started keeping the translations in a journal and kept it close by whenever he would start to pull.

'hey sunshine, how are you'

You pulled, reading off of the paper you had on the first page. The fact that you could never remember how to do morse code on your own, so you always wrote it down just to make sure.

As you leaned back and waited for a response, you got a notification from your phone. It was a text message from a hunter friend.

"hey! I found something you might wanna try. It's a ghost case in Vermont, it's in some worn down diner too. might find your lover boy snooping around..."

You smiled at her text message. Marie was a friend you met on a Djinn hunt in Arizona a few months ago. She figured out you had your string, and she told you that her soulmate found her early. You told Marie all about your soulmate and how you two had communicated with one another. She thought it was cute.

After figuring out the whole code thing, you and your soulmate had learned much about each other. A few examples would be the old cars you drove, how your soulmate seemed to be addicted to pie, or how you liked to enjoy listening to classic rock.

Your father had gotten you into all that when you were young, and left behind a lot of rock cassettes for the road. He left one that was simply your favorite, a Fleetwood Mac cassette. It held one of your favorite songs, and to this day it was always something you held onto.

Even throughout the apocalyptic issues that happened, you and your Sugar stayed through it all. After reading the information that Marie sent you, your pinkie began tugging again. You jumped for your notebook and began writing once more.

'I'm doing fine. found a job in Vermont. how about you'

Your soulmate had told you before that he was a mechanic, and his brother and him traveled to fix antique cars. You told him that you were a baker and traveled for the most exquisite desserts. You didn't want them to find about the hunting life, it would tear the two apart.

'me too. There's this diner that seems to sell the county's best cheesecake. I'm also doing well with things'

You coded back, trying to keep the hunting thing down. Your soulmate and you avoided keeping names with one another and decided to keep it a secret until the time came.

'nice. talk to me when you reach state lines. Alright hun'

He pulled, probably freaking out on the other end. You smiled at yourself and pulled back for a response.

'ok sunshine.'

You put the translations notebook in your shotgun seat and pulled on your flannel. The drive would be about a 16 hour drive at least, but you had your cassettes for comfort. You pulled out your phone and thanked Marie for the case, telling her that you would be taking the job.

As you turned on the ignition for Sugar, her engine roared to life as you began to drive down the backroads of North Carolina. Your thread hung out the window, and seemed to be right on the road you were driving on. You smirked and roared the engine throughout the woods surrounding the single road.

You went to your middle compartment and opened it up, revealing your collection of rock cassettes. You grabbed the new one you recently received. Marie made it for you, only because her mom taught her how to make them and it was recently your birthday. You popped it into the tape holder and you smiled as you heard the beginning notes of 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac.

You turned up the volume and sang along as you drove on the lonely roads of Tarboro, North Carolina.

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Dean smiled to himself as he sat at the kitchen table in the worn down motel. As his string tugged on a sweet final remorse, he realized that this may be the time he will meet them.

'ok sunshine'

the string coded, showing that his soulmate was such a kind soul. He hoped for someone to hopefully like him for the crazy bastard he was, and what he did for a living.

As his mind drifted off in his imagination, Sam walked into the kitchen with a bag in hand. "You ready to go yet? If we start now, we might get to Vermont by tomorrow." his brother said, knocking Dean out of his trance.

"Yeah, my bag is in the car already. I'm coming" Dean said as he got up. He followed his brother out of the kitchen and out the door. As the two brothers hopped into the car, Dean decided to ask something.

"Hey Sammy? Do you still see your thread? Y'know, on your finger?" He questioned, only earning a sad face from Sam. "Not anymore. After it led me to Jess, it stayed until that night back in '05. Why ask?" Sam responded, wanting to earn a somewhat decent response to why the question was brought up.

Dean stopped and thought for a few seconds. "I was just wondering. The other side is saying they are  headed to Vermont too. To the same diner this ghost is in. You think I'll find them?" He spoke. Dean always was touchy on the soulmate idealistic, only because they only started to communicate fifteen years ago.

Even when Dean went to hell for the first time, the thread still seemed to stay on his body. When he was in heaven with Sam, the thread stayed on the finger. The other end seemed to communicate all the time with morse code, and now it was one of Deans favorite things. Other than pie of course.

Sam looked at his brother, seeing him have emotion after a while. "Maybe Dean. Talk to them when we get there." He said. Dean nodded and turned the ignition to Baby. The car roared to life as it sped out of the parking lot and on its way to Vermont.

As the two brothers made their way onward, you however were headed in the same direction. You would get there a bit earlier of course, then drive was about sixteen hours. For the boys though, it was about a full day's drive.

The day you two met came closer then you thought

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A/N
hey guys! I've decided to start writing...again! I hope you like this story. I've always adored the red thread au, and I wanted to see how the boys would fit into it.