Off. Something was off. Wrong. Not right. Incorrect. Just off.

I didn't know how else to put it. In the days following my confession, Sam and I had grown much closer. Minutes after we hugged for the first time. His large muscular body pressed again my small weak frame. That night we went on our first official date. We only went to the movies and dinner. It was nice... Two days after my confession he kissed the top of my head, leaving us both speechless before I pressed a small kiss to his cheek. That was also the first night he called me 'baby'.

I had never really thought about how nice that nickname was. And it was nice, but as it slipped from his lips it just didn't sound quite right.

Two weeks after that we slept in the same bed. It felt like we were moving so fast, but we were soulmates so why not. That night should have felt amazing. We should have fallen asleep in each other's arms and slept peacefully. But it just felt so wrong.

All night we both were twisting and turning, unable to get comfortable. I somehow ended up between his arms, but it felt so awkward. So off. Halfway through the night we both gave up and Sam slumped back to his bed.

It's now been almost two months since my confession and not much has changed. Most of the time we avoid a each other. I hear silent tears streaming down his face after he thinks I've fallen asleep. I can tell how disappointed he is because I'm just as disappointed.

I've read stories where soulmates find each other and date for only weeks before getting married. Those couples you read about always go on and on about just knowing. But it isn't really that easy.

Sam and I just don't fit. I know how much we both want it to work. He had wanted his for so long and I know deep down I've needed it too.

All my life things have gone horribly wrong. Now this. I wanted to make things work. It was our destiny to be together. Never had there ever been a soulmate mix up. Every time, the couples find each other and live happily ever after.

I rolled over on my hard mattress. Sam was still out cold. It was Friday so I hopped out of bed and threw on some clothes before running out to the dinning hall. I wolfed down some toast and a few slices of bacon.

I left the dining hall and started to trek towards the apartment Gabe has been holed up in. His 18th birthday was tomorrow and I had to see him before. I still haven't told him about Sam.

I knocked loudly on the door to our room. Gabe opened the door before checking his watch which hung loosely from his wrist.

"Dude, what the hell? It like 8, on a Friday. A Friday where we don't have school..." he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Well tomorrow is your birthday. You know, the big one-eight!" I smiled brightly before pushing past him and flopping down on the couch.

He groaned, slamming the door and plowing down next to me. "So what do you want?"

"To talk, I guess..." I inhaled knowing he was going to press now until I spilled day news.

"Well, now you have to tell me what's up, Cassie!" I frowned at the nickname.

"Gabe, I found him!" I smiled slightly but the offness between Sam and I still hung in the back of my mind.

Gave squealed. Like a little he squeaked so high pitched I had to cover my ears.

"WHOOOOOO" he held out the 'o' for dramatic effect before staring at me expectantly while still bouncing up and down.

"My roommate. Sam, Sam Winchester." I gave a small smile before it slipped from my lips.

The rest of the conversation consisted of Gabe squealing a few more times and sighs of disappointment when I tell him about the awkwardness between us.

I talk with Gabe some more and he makes me promise that no big parties will happen tomorrow. All he wants are a few friends and that's it. I sighed knowing that the few friends we have are the only people who would have come anyway.

I hugged him tight knowing his life would change tomorrow and he would probably leave me. Anna did so why wouldn't he?

After leaving Gabe's, I walked to the library. I needed something to clear my head. I wandered through shelf after shelf of books before stopping front of a shelf packed full of classics. My fingers lingered over worn copies of Moby Dick and The Great Gatsby.

"I recommend Gatsby," a rough gravelly voice spoke up from behind me and I jumped slightly before losing my balance and falling back into the shelf.

I let out a string of curse words as I rubbed my forehead which had hit the shelf.

"Oh, shit, sorry", I looked up into eyes which looked to be made from sparkling emeralds.

He held out a hand to help me up. I reached up hesitantly before placing my hand in his.

I began to stand up and he pulled up some to help.

I was halfway up when I felt a burn in my arm. My left wrist stung so bad that I had to release his hand and I fell back into the shelf again. My hand clamped around my wrist as I looked up to the stranger standing above me.

His hand was also wrapped wound his left wrist. His pain seemed to be worst than mine, by the way that he whimpered slightly.

I slowly stood up from the ground and faced this stranger with the piercing green eyes.

His eyes grew wide and I followed them all the way down his body until my eyes landed on his now uncovered wrist.

Clearly written on his wrist was one word:

Castiel

My name. My name on another mans wrist. Sam was my soulmate. Or was he.

The man looked up to me.

"Is this you? Is this your last name?" He was in a state of panic that was laced with excitement.

I shook my head slightly in disbelief. "It's not my last name, it's my first name."

"What how is that even possible?" His eyes scanned me up and down.

"I... wait, I already have a soulmate!" I shook my head harder. "No, no, no. My soulmate is Winchester. Sam Winchester. Not you." My breathing got heavier as I felt a panic attack creeping towards me.

"I'm Dean Winchester, Sam's brother." His voice rang through my head Winchester. Was this possible. Could this really be happening. My soulmates brother was standing directly in front of me claiming he was my soulmate.

My breathing continued to quicken as I leaned back against the bookshelf. My eyesight got fuzzy and I slowly slid back down to the ground.

I should have known this would happen. I braced myself. My panic attacks usually lasted a few minutes but I could tell from my breathing this one would last much longer.

"Woah, man are you alright?" He crouched down worry filling his eyes. His emeralds sparkles in the light and I felt my heart rate slow just a little.

"Panic... att... ttack" I stuttered out the words between laboring breaths

He looked somewhat shocked. Then his strong arms twisted around my body. His body pressed into mine. It felt like two puzzle pieces clicking together as he held me. I could hear his voice whispering in my ear but I couldnt make out what he was saying. My entire body was shaking now. Tears streamed down my face and I felt my chest tightening.

I squeezed my eyes shut focusing on Dean's warmth that was filling my fragile body.

I opened my eyes and my breathing began to return to normal. My body stilled and I felt like the weight on my chest had flown away.

"H-how, how did you... make it stop?" Never before had anybody been able to stop my attacks like that. Usually my attacks lasted for over twenty minutes. But Dean had managed to stop one in under three.

He started to let go, but I grabbed his arm pulling them back around me in fear. I didn't want my attack to startup again. I don't know why but I just felt so safe in his muscular arms.

This was unlike any hug with Sam. Sure, Sam was great but it had always felt wrong. Every time Dean touched me though, it just felt so right. So perfect. Like it was meant to be.

We sat on the floor of the library for what felt like hours before Dean muttered out one words that made my fluttering heart stop.

"Sam..."

Hey-o! Still updating this even though nobody is reading it yet. Finally have a little Destiel up in here! Hope this chapter makes up for the last chapter sucking. I'll update again next Wednesday!!