Dean is the popular jock. Castiel is the quiet nerd. They randomly get each other's number. Dean is 18, Castiel is turning 18. When someone becomes 18, they will get an engraving on their wrist that matches with their soulmate. Sam and Dean are still hunters, and Castiel is still an angel (he understands human language though and has feelings).

~~~~~

*Castiel's POV*

I get home from school, only to see I have a message from someone I don't know.

??: Hi

Me: Who are you?

??: You didn't give me that note??

Me: What note?

??: Why would somebody slip a note into my bag with ur number on it?

Me: Well it would help to know who you are

??: I don't even know who you are

Me: Well, same area code. Do you go to the high school?

??: Senior. You?

Me: Senior. I still don't trust you

??: Same here. Call me Impala67

Me: Like the Winchester's car??

Impala67: You're weird

Me: How? Dean is the most popular guy in school

Impala67: So?

Me: So basically every person in school wants him

Impala67: Including you?

Me: He's hot, don't fault me for that

Impala67: You're a girl, right?

Me: ......no

Impala67: Hmm, challenge begins.

Me: I'll give you a hint. My name is an angel

Impala67: How exactly does that help? Raphael, Naomi, Michael, Hannah, Zachariah, Bartholomew, Gadreel, Lucifer, Rachel, Anna, Gabriel, Samandriel, Balthazar, etc.

I sigh. Is he a hunter? Thought they didn't know angels existed.

Me: Why do you know their names are angels

Impala67: I'm a history buff?

Me: You do realize I can spam your phone when we're in school tomorrow?

Impala67: That's unfair! My ringer won't turn off

Me: Sucks to be you

Impala67: I'm going to pay close attention in school tomorrow

Me: I can tell you're a hunter. The only hunters I know are Sam and Dean. They're the only ones who would know angel names

Impala67: Keep up the mystery, come on

Me: Well, you're obviously Dean. You don't know who I am, so there's still mystery

Dean: So a nerdy angel, huh?

Me: Crap

Dean: Should be easy enough to figure out

Me: And what are you gonna do when you find out who I am?

Dean: ...I don't know. Let's keep talking and I won't purposely look for you

Me: I don't know, Dean. You already know I'm gay. You're Dean Winchester, there's a lot you could do when you find out who I am. Especially if you know me more

Dean: Come on. Right now your name is angel in my phone. It's gonna be awkward if someone sees it and I know nothing about you

Me: I'm nothing special. Just an Angel Of The Lord

Dean: "Just"?

Me: Do you not understand the meaning?

Dean: No, no. That's not what I meant

My phone rings, Gabe.

Me: Gtg. Gabe is calling

Dean: Dammit!!

"Hey, Gabe. You're dead, you know that?" I say. "It's obviously you who gave him my number. This isn't funny."

"Oh come on, Cassie. It's pretty funny. You finally have the guts to talk to him," Gabe says.

"Yes but now he's looking for a gay nerdy angel. I'm basically screwed," I say.

"Nah, he won't know who you are. You're not that nerdy," Gabe laughs.

"Ugh, Dean won't stop texting me. I'm gonna kill you for this, you know," I tell him. "I'll talk to you later."

I hang up and open my Messages.

Dean: Don't leave me here

Dean: Dammit!! I'm gonna have Sammy track your cell if you don't come back

Dean: I'm not kidding

Dean: Fine, suit yourself

Me: Wow

Dean: You leave when I'm just about to find out your name

Me: I was never going to give it in the first place. I figured out who slipped the note in your bag

Dean: Who?

Me: I also figured out why

Dean: Why?

Me: The trickster archangel

Dean: Gabriel. Of course. Why would he do that as a prank?

Me: Because he knows me

Dean: Uh, you're gonna have to get more specific

Me: I've told you before. You humans, always so forgetful

Dean: Hey! That's not true

Me: Then what was I talking about. Huh, Dean?

Dean: You left without giving me your name. You owe me

Me: I don't owe you anything. If you wanted to find out my identity, you would've ran my number already

Dean: So?

Me: You like the mystery. You're looking for someone to talk to, without all the hassle of knowing who they are or what they could say

Me: You want to continue talking to me, so you don't have to "burden" Sam or your friends. You're not a burden. You just want someone to talk to. It's easier not knowing who it is, because it's easier for you to trust a stranger than it is with people close to you. Because people close to you will be hurt if you confide in them. If you say what you're thinking, or what you're uncomfortable sharing. You're afraid they won't like you the same. But with me, it's different

Dean: Alright, what's your point?

Me: I'll talk to you, but you've gotta wait till I'm ready to tell you who I am. It's not just telling you, I'm also coming out

Dean: Sorry, forgot. You have a crush on me

Me: Goodbye, Dean

Dean: Dammit, come back!

Me: I'm not going to be made fun of for my sexuality. That's why I've been so careful about who I come out to. Of course, Gabe was a mistake. Which is why he gave you my number. Sorry for that, by the way

Dean: So you just want to be kept in secrecy? And if I find out before you're ready to come out?

Me: Tell me, but keep it to yourself. Don't even tell anyone else we're talking. They won't understand

Dean: Fair enough. Can I tell Sam?

Me: He might know by now. Not my identity, but the texting. Gabe is with him right now. Wait, I hung up before Gabe could tell me why he called

Dean: So Sammy's in the dark too?

Me: Convince him to not look for me. I don't want to be found. It's easier being myself without others in the way

Dean: Okay

I call Gabe back. He picks up soon after. "Hello?" He asks.

"Why'd you call me earlier?" I ask.

"I just wanted to see how you were reacting to getting his number," Gabe says, holding in a laugh.

"You're an assbutt," I say, hanging up.

•••

Three weeks have passed since then. Dean kept to his word, not looking for me. I'm now in the class before lunch. It's a study hall. Dean conveniently sat at the next table over, on the other side of the table. His friends sit down with him, so he talks to them. I decide to be an ass, and tease him.

Me: Your friends are annoying

Dean's phone makes a soft sound, signaling he got a text. He pulls it out, reading the message. I see his engraving, but I can't read it. The writing looks very pretty, definitely one of my favorites. Dean groans in frustration, typing his response.

Dean: Dammit! You're in the room with me?!

Me: Nice engraving

Dean gasps softly, pulling his sleeves down. I cover my mouth, holding in my laugh. He looks over at me, studying me. Dean looks at my wrist, sighing when he doesn't see a name.

Dean: Are you seriously sitting at the next table over?

Me: No, that's not me

Dean groans in frustration. His friends turn to him. "What's going on, Dean?" Benny asks.

"Nothing," he mumbles.

Benny swiftly takes his phone. "'Angel'?" He asks.

"Won't tell me his name, just told me to call him that," Dean sighs.

"What's he like?" Benny asks.

"Apparently a bit of a nerd. Him and Gabe are pretty close. He has a lot of siblings. I think he's shy, because he doesn't want me finding out who he is. He likes to piss me off. But he's actually really nice and funny," Dean replies.

Me: Thanks, Dean

Benny laughs. He types a reply.

Dean: Seriously, Castiel? I know it's you

I gasp quietly, covering it up with a cough.

Me: DELETE THAT HE DOESNT KNOW

Dean: I did, don't worry

Dean: I'll keep up the mystery with your man crush

Me: Fuck you, Benny

Benny lets out a loud laugh, getting glares from the teachers. Dean takes his phone back, reading the messages.

"You know who he is?" Dean whines.

"Of course, I know everyone," Benny retorts.

"You're an ass too, Benny," Dean says.

"Ask when his birthday is," Benny says.

Me: September 18th

Dean groans. "He can hear us apparently." Benny laughs in response.

Dean: That's tomorrow

Me: I'm aware of that. I'm turning 18

Dean: So you don't have your name yet?

Me: Nope

•••

Apparently, Gabe has decided to throw a party for my birthday. He invited like fifty people. I heard that almost all of them are coming. I think they just want an excuse to party. It's supposed to go from 10pm till 2am. Gabe decided to drag me with him to help set up. He told me to be ready before then.

One of the people that Gabe invited allowed us to use their house for the party since their parents are away. Gabe and I arrive, seeing two cars in the driveway. One of them stands out, being a 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Sam and Dean are here?" I ask. "Why?"

"Sam and I are together, Cass," Gabe sighs.

"How long? Why didn't you tell me?!" I ask.

We hop out of the car, and Gabe sighs. "A couple months, probably. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel alone." He opens the front door, letting me in.

"Gabe, Dean doesn't know it's me. He doesn't even know my name," I remind him.

"How do you want to tell him?" He asks.

"I'll send him a picture at midnight of the party and have him come find me," I tell him.

"We need a pen name for you, then," Gabe says. Sam walks over and pulls Gabe into a hug. I smile at the two of them. "Have you thought of anything, Sam?"

"You do it," Sam says, giving Gabriel a bitch face.

Gabe rolls his eyes, turning to me. "Cael," Gabe says.

"The Angel Of Cancer?" I ask.

"The zodiac," Gabe adds, so Sam isn't confused. "Yes, he doesn't know the meaning. It's okay."

"I don't understand why I need a pen name," I whine.

Sam and Gabe look at each other with a smug smile. Gabe pulls out his phone, texting someone. I'm about to ask them why, when Dean walks over. "Hey, Sam. Gabe," he says. "Who's this?"

"Cael," Sam says. I look down at the floor, feeling my face heat up. Gabe snickers at my response.

"Excuse him, he's shy," Gabe says.

"Cael!" Meg says, running over and pulling me away from the others. She sighs, when we're a reasonable distance away.

"Why are you calling me Cael too?" I ask.

"Gabe made it a rule," she shrugs.

"He just figured out the name," I point out.

"He sent a mass text. What else did you expect?" Meg asks.

I sigh in response. "So what are we doing over here?" I ask.

"I had a question I want to ask," she starts. I nod, letting her know it's okay to continue. "Who do you want your soulmate to be?"

My breathing hitches. "I...I don't know," I tell her.

She rolls her eyes, clearly not believing me. "Go sit down or something. I'm not letting you help," Meg says.

I laugh softly, walking to the couch and sitting down. I pull out my phone, deciding to text Dean.

Me: You going to that party tonight?

I laugh, hearing Dean groaning in the background. I decided to play dumb, because I'm obviously not telling him yet.

Dean: Yeah, I'm there now. Helping set up. You going??

Me: Yup. Gabe is forcing me to go ;/

It's true, even if it's my party. I didn't want a party, but he insisted.

Dean: So does that mean we can meet?

Me: Midnight. Okay?

Dean groans again, making me laugh. "Something funny, Cael?" Dean asks. "You did this today in the lunchroom too. Is there something particularly funny about me being frustrated?"

"No, sorry," I mutter quietly.

•••

Throughout the night, Dean just kept getting more and more frustrated with me. He voiced his dislike towards me. It made me not want to tell him at midnight. It's 11:58pm now. People are crowding around the living room as they wait for the cake to be brought in. There was many desserts and foods, but they were still in the kitchen.

Dean gets pissed at me again, when I pull my phone out. "Dude, what the fuck? It's your party, stop looking so bored," Dean says harshly.

Me: Stop being a fucking dick to Cael or I'll leave and block you. I don't want to be friends with a douche

I check my happy birthday texts, since some people like to send it early. Dean checks his phone, and I get a notification.

Dean: Shit, sorry. He's just pissing me off. Don't leave or block me

Me: Wtf did he do to you?

Dean: He keeps laughing at me

Me: Maybe it's unintentional, Dean. You never know. Maybe after we meet you can apologize to him

Dean: Yeah, I will. Thanks, 'Angel'

I smile, tucking my phone away. After blowing out my candles, the clock chimes, signaling midnight. "Happy birthday, Cass," Gabe says softly, only loud enough for me to hear.

My wrist starts to glow, and I cover it up, quickly going into another room. People don't question it, since a soulmate engraving is very personal. It takes a couple minutes and when it stops glowing, I pull away. I look at the name and gasp, pulling out my phone.

Dean: Hey, you okay?

Dean: You said midnight

Dean: You didn't leave, did you?

Dean: You still there?

Me: I'm here...

Dean: What's wrong?

I take a picture of the room, with my wrist at the bottom of the frame. I'm too afraid to tell him myself.

Dean: Okay I'm looking

I hide in a dark corner, leaving my phone on the bed for him to see. A couple minutes later, he walks in. He sees the phone, and walks over to it. Dean picks it up and sighs.

"You left, didn't you?" He mutters to himself. Dean looks around the room, eyes stopping on me. His eyes blow wide, and he gasps. Dean slowly walks over to me and bends down. He wipes away tears that I didn't know I had. "Cael, you're him?"

"Castiel," I whisper.

Dean completely stops in his tracks. "What'd you just say?" He asks.

"Castiel. My name is Castiel," I whisper.

Slowly, he grabs my wrist. Sure enough, his name is right there. "I've been texting my soulmate for a whole month without knowing it?" Dean asks softly.

"You were also a dick to him without knowing it," I add, chuckling softly.

"Shit, you're right," he sighs. "That's why you were so pissed, wasn't it?"

"To be fair, I didn't know then. I knew I was texting you, but you were so angry with me. It made me afraid to tell you it was me. I thought you hated me," I admit. Tears continue to flow down my face.

"I didn't hate you," Dean says. "I was just upset that you acted like you didn't care about turning 18. You kept going on your phone and I was getting agitated because it was so close to midnight."

I laugh softly. "Didn't know you were gay, Dean," I tell him.

"Yeah, well neither does most people. Only two people know: Sam, and Benny," Dean says.

"I think Gabe does too," I say. "He's the one who made everyone call me Cael and came up with the name."

"So what is Castiel?" He asks.

"Angel Of Thursday's," I reply, smiling up at him.

He chuckles softly. "It's Thursday today, Castiel," he points out.

"It's after midnight, so of course it's Thursday," I retort.

He laughs, standing up. Dean holds his hand out for me, in which I take it. He pulls me up and we sit on the bed.

"I can't believe it's actually you," he says. "When I saw you earlier, I thought you were so hot."

"I am not hot," I reply, scrunching up my face.

Dean chuckles, taking my hand in his. He doesn't let go this time. "You are unbelievably hot," Dean says. "Just accept it."

I roll my eyes in response, a smile plastered across my face. I then look down to the floor, realizing something. "They're going to ask questions when I leave this room," I sigh.

"I know," he sighs. "It was like that when I turned 18. They let me have time to myself while my engraving was coming in. Because of the anticipation or something, I don't know. It's some sort of unspoken rule." We both laugh at that. "But as soon as I left that room, they didn't care. They keep asking. Hell, I still have to hide it to this day. People ask about it, because they knew I didn't find my soulmate."

"Well you did now," I reply. "So what are we gonna do? They probably know you're gone by now. If they see us together, they're going to freak out." I close my eyes, thinking about their reactions. I curl myself into a ball, still holding onto Dean's hand. "I can't do this, Dean."

"Whats wrong?" Dean asks.

"They already hate me," I whisper. "Just because I'm an Angel and I heal, it doesn't mean I don't have psychological scars."

"Cass," he sighs. "Do they hurt you?" I don't respond. I feel his grip become tighter, but not enough to hurt me. "They don't know you. You did nothing wrong." Dean takes a deep breath, calming himself down. "They're not going to lay a finger on you after this. Trust me."

Dean leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. "So we're telling them?" I ask.

"Of course. I've been ready, I just didn't want to do it alone. So I waited for my soulmate to be there for support," Dean says softly.

I smile, planting my feet on the carpet. "You ready, then?" I ask. He nods, and we stand up. Slowly, we make our way to the living room. Everyone stops their conversations, staring at me. I shift uncomfortably, glancing over at Dean.

"Finally!" Gabe cheers.

"Thank God!" Sam sighs in relief.

Dean and I let out a laugh, walking over to the couple. "You did this?" Dean asks.

"Well, we just brought you two together. I gave you Cassie's number, and created this party. Sam made sure to drag you along, and I convinced Cassie to tell you tonight," Gabe tells Dean.

"And Sam told you about my engraving?" Dean asks sarcastically. He knows it for a fact, he just wants them to admit it.

"Sorry, Dean," Sam says.

"Dean," I start. He turns to me. "If they didn't do that, we wouldn't be here right now. I probably would've never been able to talk to you. They wanted us to be happy. So what if they helped it along?"

Dean sighs, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his shoulder. "They could've just told me," he points out.

"And then I wouldn't be able to talk to you. I had to prepare myself for this," I sigh.

"I'm sorry, Cass," he sighs. "You're right."

We pull away, turning back to the crowd. They're still staring, every single one of them is in shock. Well, besides Benny. He's just standing there smugly, making me laugh. My siblings, besides Gabe, are even in shock.

Benny walks over to us, patting me on the shoulder. "You take care of him, Castiel. You hear me?"

"I hear ya, Benny," I laugh. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

"Don't hurt him," Benny tells Dean. Dean looks taken aback, making Benny smirk. "I told you I knew him, Dean. Cass is fragile. You hurt him and I'll hurt you."

"I'm not fragile!" I whine, scrunching up my face.

"Look who hurt him," Dean smirks.

"Shut it, Dean," Benny groans. "Cass, that's not what I meant. I meant I know what those kids did to you. Which is why they've stopped."

"Well one didn't get your message then," I whisper, looking at my feet.

"Who?" Dean asks.

"Dick Roman," I sigh.

"I'll be right back," Benny says, walking away.

Dean chuckles softly. "You're safe now."

I smile, putting my head on Dean's shoulder. "Well look who it is," Lisa says. "Don't be confused, Cael. He's only with you right now because he pities you. He knows how it is to be without a soulmate, and he didn't want you to feel the same way."

I tense up, making Dean squeeze my hand softly to comfort me. "Why are you such a bitch, Lisa?" Dean asks.

"You were being a dick to him minutes before midnight," she retorts. "That's the only explanation."

Dean sighs, holding out his wrist. Everyone runs over, crowding around to see the name. "You weren't kidding when you said people wanted to know," I chuckle.

"Definitely not," Dean laughs. He puts his arm down to his side.

"I thought his name was Cael," multiple people say.

"My name is Castiel. You can blame Gabriel for that name he gave you," I retort. I hold out my wrist for people to see. Dean grunts, letting go of my hand. "Sorry, Dean." I chuckle, realizing I forgot our hands were connected with that hand.

After putting it down at my side, Dean intertwines our fingers again. "So you two are actually soulmates?" Amelia asks.

"Yeah," Dean says.

•••

Dean and I decided to leave soon after. We wanted to be alone, since everyone kept asking questions. We ended up back at my house, where we just talked and cuddled in bed. Eventually, we fell asleep that way.

The next day, Dean tells me that I'm meeting his Uncle Bobby. He wanted to come clean about his sexuality, but he could never get up the courage to tell him. Dean told me that it hurt to lie to his Uncle like this.

Apparently, Sam had wanted to do the same thing. Dean might've asked Sam to come along, with Gabe, but I didn't want to ask.

The four of us walk to the front door, Sam and Dean in front. The door opens and I see a man smiling. "Hey, boys," he says. "It's nice to see you two again."

"You too, Bobby," Dean says. Gabe clears his throat, so I slap him. He whines in response, slapping me back. I glare at him as I huff in annoyance. I realize the three of them are staring at me and Gabe. They look like they're trying to hold in a laugh.

"Laugh it up," I groan. "It wasn't my fault, though."

"How?! You slapped me!" Gabe defends.

"Because they were talking and you were being rude!" I retort. "You didn't have to slap me, either!"

"Gabe," Dean sighs. "You're lucky you're his brother."

Gabe smiles sheepishly, looking away. We all laugh in response. "Bobby, this is Gabriel and Castiel Novak."

"Well come on in, you idjits. Don't just stand there." We walk inside, taking our seats on the couch. "Call me Bobby."

"Okay," I say. Gabe just huffs, still upset.

"So what brought you boys by?" Bobby asks.

"Well, we...um," Sam says hesitantly.

"Found your soulmates?" Bobby asks. The four of us look at each other in shock and confusion. "It's not rocket science, you idjits. I've known those engravings ever since you got them."

"How?" Dean asks.

"I have my ways, boy," Bobby says. "I don't think I've ever seen you boys so happy."

Dean wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer. I roll my eyes, chuckling.

•••

And that was that. Dean and I stayed together, so did Sam and Gabriel. Bobby was very supportive of our relationships. Most people in school weren't okay with it, but they eventually got over it.

Dean and I got accepted to the same college. Sam and Gabriel went to colleges nearby, so we could all still hang out.

After college, Dean and I got our own house and stable jobs. A couple years later, we adopted a child. It was the perfect family. Apparently, that's all I needed to feel complete.

THE END