I had the idea for this when I was half asleep in the middle of the night. And this one is not inspired by a instagram post or something I read somewhere. *cheers* Although I don't doubt others have had the same idea.

Oh and I'm fucking proud over my name to this book. (It even fits with the story) as I am usually bad at naming things. (Which you will learn more about if you look at my chapter titles)

-Castiel-

It's 11:34pm and I can't sleep. I'm too nervous. Because of two things. Because tomorrow is the first day in a new school, we just moved here and I know no one and, tomorrow I'll be 14 years old. It's a very big deal.

You see, when you turn 14 you will start to dream about your soulmate. Maybe not right away or every night but in the closest couple of weeks you will. It doesn't matter if you've never met her or him before, you will, almost every night, dream about your soulmate.

It's actually kind of cruel because sometimes the person in your dreams might not have you as their soulmate. Or maybe you don't dream about anyone. Or you might dream about two people and that must be hard.

And I am too nervoust to fall asleep. What if I will never dream about anyone? What if I never find her? What if-... Calm down Cas, overthinking never leads to anything good. I sigh and shift. I can't seem to find a comfortable way to lie down. I plug in my earphones and turns on my favorite playlist. It usually helps when I can't sleep. I close my eyes and focus on the lyrics.

'And even when you can't se him there'
'He's still waiting to find you here'
'So follow your needs'
'And see where it leads'

-Dean-

I'm brought out of sleep by a couple of loud knocks on my doors. I just put my pillow over my head and ignore the sound.

"Dean, you have school in twenty minutes." I can hear my mothers voice say. I groan. School. It's so... Boring. I could use my time to do so many other things.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up." I say and roll out of bed. I put on a pair of jeans and pull a AC/DC t-shirt over my head. At the kitchen table my mom, dad and little brother Sam is eating breakfast. I join them at the table.

"Did you dream the same dream as always?" Dad asks me and hands me a plate with eggs and bacon on it.

"Thank you. And yes I did. I'm still dreaming about that mysterious boy." I reply and my mom nods. I was surprised about how okay they where with me being gay. When I told them about who I dreamt about I thought they would freak, but they just accepted it.

"Well, of to school now boys." Mary tells us when Sam and I have finished eating.

"And who knows, today might be the day you meet him." She says and I roll my eyes.

"And you have told me that for the last five months." I give her a hug before we leave. While walking down the street towards our school, which we live very near by, I think about that new kid that's starting in my class today. I'm not sure what his name was, Cassiel? Whatever. I just hope that dude have a little higher IQ than the rest of my class mates. I swear, half of them must be brain dead. Except Charlie, she is my only friend.

"Dean, do you think I will start to dream about someone when I turn 14?" Sam turns to me, looking slightly doubting. He's only 10 but he is still asking a lot about the whole dream thing.

"Of course you will Sammy, and that someone you'll find fast. But you have four years left before you will start dreaming about her, or him, so enjoy it while it lasts." When you know how your soulmate looks everything becomes so stressful. Like, imagine you are out to buy a bag of chips or something and you walk by a lot of other people, then you have to look at all of their faces, because it wouldn't be so fun if you just walk by your soulmate without even noticing. My little brothers voice takes me out of my thinking.

"I'll see you at lunch Dean. Bye." He waves and I realise that we're at school. I raise my hand and vawes back.

"Yeah, see ya."

-Castiel-

Five minutes late the first day in a new school... Good start Cas, good start. I hurry down the corridor looking at the note in my hand. It says I'm supposed to be in classroom 46 but right now I'm having a hard time finding where it is. I find a door and read on it. 'Classroom 44' I sigh, 46 should be close to here. It takes another 5 minutes before I find the right door. Ten minutes late, great. I knock on the door. A teacher, I suppose, which is looking to be in her thirties opens. I mumble an excuse for being late but she just smiles.

"Welcome! Castiel was it? I'm Meg." I nod. She closes the door and drags me in front of the whole class. Ugh, I hate attention.

"Everybody, this is Castiel. Castel, can you tell us anything about yourself?" I internally groan.

"O-okay. As you know my name is Castiel. I have a little brother named Gabriel. I like to draw and listen to music..." I trail of, it doesn't seem like anyone's listening anyways. There is just three people that's actually looking at me. A smiling girl with red hair, a girl wo have blond hair but looks to be uninterested of everything and everone and a boy with very green eyes. But he doesn't seem to be looking at me, closer to trying not to stare. I shrug it of.

"You can go sit next to Dean." Meg says and points at the green eyed boy. I nod and makes my way to the bench next to him. I'm glad that he's sitting in the back of the room then, hopefully, people won't be looking at me all the time. I sit down and turn to the boy.

"Hi, you're Dean, right?" He smiles.

"Yes. And you are Castiel."

-Dean-

Oh, gosh. It's him. He have exact as blue eyes as in my dreams. I pinch myself to see if this is reality. It is. My heart flutter. I can't believe it. It usually take all from ten to twenty years for people to locate their soulmate from that that they're fourteen. And I found him in less than six months. At first I feel happiness, then worry. What if I'm not his soulmate? I glance at him. He's caught up with taking notes.

"So Castiel, are you 14?" I ask him and try to sound like it's not something very special to ask.

"Yeah, today actually. But I haven't started to dream about my soulmate yet. I can't wait to see who it is." He smiles. "How about you?"

"My birthday was six months ago and I've been dreaming for a little more than five months now." I draw some lines on my bench.

"Have you met her yet?" Oh, god how will I answer this?

"Uh, as a matter of fact, yes I have. And it's a he." He nods and I pray for him not to ask more questions.

"Who is it?" Of course he asked that. How do I get out of answering?

"Uh I-..." I get saved by our teacher yelling at us to be quiet.

Written: 26/7-16
Published: 4/9-16
Words: 1321