Tick Tock (Destiel Soulmate AU)

January 19th, 4:02:13 PM

I know, ya'll hate me. So I'm updating all the way to Chapter 10, and I'm doing so at 3 AM on a school night, so a lot of things might be off (editing, I mean). So basically, if anyone ever talks in first person, it's a thought of a person that it's in the POV of and should be italiized. If it's not, tell me and I'll fix it. Also, please tell me if you see any gramatical errors. Thank you so much for reading :)

It was funny. Dean's first thought was that if this was his soulmate, he had met him in the most cliche fan fiction place ever. A coffee shop. 

Then of course, the realization hit.

Dean watched with wide eyes as the man in the ridiculous beige trench coat stood up, brushing himself off, and letting the waitress do her job cleaning the coffee up. He had dark hair that seemed like the type that couldn't be tamed, Dean thought as he stared at the mess on top of the man's head, and, there was no other way to describe this, the bluest eyes to ever blue. The man looked just as befuddled as Dean felt.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

Dean frantically checked his timer to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It wasn't. The timer was still beeping that frigging bell sound, at 0 seconds. 

This isn't happening! he thought, I literally was just goin' to help him. I didn't even know that I was meeting my soulmate today!

I'm not gay!

But according to the timer, he was. This man, this stupid man, in his absurd vintage Ed Sheeran shirt and ripped jeans and shoes with wings on them for some reason, and of course that silly trench coat, was his soulmate. 

The man looked at Dean straight in the eye, and tilted his head to the side. The gesture would've looked like a cold analyzing one if he hadn't frowned while doing it, like a puppy who quite didn't understand why his owner wouldn't play with him at 2 in the morning. It was the most innocent look Dean had ever seen, and if circumstances were different, he would've gave into the urge to hug this stranger, this...this.....soulmate of his. 

"Let's...let's sit down"the man stammered out, and Dean was surprised at how deep his voice was, his appearance suggested his voice to be higher and lighter. Dean replied with a short, curt, nod, the type that he gave to his father when he gave orders, and they both sat down at a nearby table, slow and uncertain, staring at each other. 

There was silence.

And more silence.

And more silence.

The silence became a defining sound, and Dean realized that he had never heard silence quite so loud.

The silence became a barrier, a void both of them desperately wanted to fill, but didn't.  

So they just sat there. 

Forever.

Just staring. 

The truth was, Dean had never really thought about his soulmate. Everyone made it such a huge deal, and it would've been for Dean as well, if he didn't live with...well, what he lived with. A soulmate, true love, all that fancy deal, was just something he couldn't afford to think about. So when he had gotten his timer when he was 16, he didn't pay any mind to the clicking thing on his right wrist, he had more important things to worry about back then. 

Heck, Dean realized as he stared at this man across from him, he had more important things to worry about right now. He had to get his brother into a college, he had to find a job, he had to work hard to get frigging food on the table everyday. He had no time for a damn soulmate. Let alone, a soulmate who was a boy, which meant Dean had to sort out his whole wait I'm gay?!  thing, which he didn't have the time nor patience for. So Dean got straight to the point.