In the future, the Department of Soulmates and Timers gives everyone a timer on their right hand counting down to when that specific person will meet their soulmate. This solves all romantical problems, divorces, fights, and breakups. The world is a happier place. Up until Castiel Milton meets his soulmate. This is a story about love, drama, and finding the best in a person you never thought you would. WARNINGS: This piece of work deals heavily with rape, its effects physically, mentally, and emotionally on its victim(s), and the aftermath of it. Although it does not have a literally have a full out rape scene, it has scenes /right/ before and after, so while technically it doesn't, you could say that it does. It also deals with alcoholism and alcohol abuse, along with drug use, marijuana to be exact, and psychological addiction to it.

Punk!Cas Nerd!Dean Castiel Novak is known for being wreckless, arrogant, and getting into a lot of trouble. Dean Winchester is known for being clever, geeky, and alone. When the two boys meet it opens up a new world for them both to explore. For Dean, it shows him that there is more to life than just the way of society and the future. For Castiel, he learns what it actually means to care about someone and how hard the real world can be.

Castiel and Dean have grown up together since they were four years old. Now the two have become completely different from one another, one being a punk and the other a jock. Yet nothing stops the two from being the best of friends. When a drunken night in a camping tent turns their whole relationship upside down, will their friendship survive? [FURTHER DESCRIPTION IN FIRST PART]

“Dean,” his voice boomed and was it just me or did it suddenly get really hot in here? It was just me because the second our hands met, there was no going back. He had me hooked, and I wanted to feel every expanse and inch of skin on his body. I wanted to explore his beautiful figure and map out every freckle I could find, trace along them and form the many constellations that covered his body. “Like James Dean?” I gave him my best hand shake, firm but gentle. His hand was so warm and my stomach kept fluttering like butterflies were trying to escape the confines of my body. “I guess you could say that,” he smirked.