*SUP BITCHES! ITS ME AGAIN! If you have no idea who I am, look at who wrote this. Anyways, this is a new fanfic that's based on yet another tumblr post-- like A World Of Invisible Color! So the post is up there ^ and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as you like my others!*

// Castiel's POV

"No way!" I laughed, clapping my hands.

"It's not funny you know!" She whined.

"I know-- I'm sorry! It's just...oh god..."

Her face was almost as read as her hair. She usually never got this flustered. Unless it was about The Name Game.

Well that's what you would call it anyway.

You were born with the name of your soulmate. Your one true love. Your other half. The one who'd always be there for you and make you happy.

No one knows how we know....we just did.

Some people got lucky and don't have to wait that long.

Others...get the freaking common names or the names that are the most random thing ever.

Like me. My name is Castiel-- who the heck am I supposed to be with?!

My friend Charlie, has the name Meg. And today will probably be marked as the worst day of her life.

She found out someone was named Meg and started thanking the lord and almost made out with her-- which she has happened before-- but it wasn't the right Meg.

She thinks our soul mates will have our names...I think differently.

What if you had one name but they had another. That just has rejection written all over it.

My supposed "soulmate" is a Dean.

That's a pretty common name. It's embarrassed me multiple times in my life.

Especially since being gay isn't the most accepted thing in the world. That's why homophobic people didn't believe in The Name Game. They thought it was just some mental disease that made wrong choices. They've accused us of performing black magic and such. And maybe it is some mental disease or black magic-- but it makes people happy.

Now give them a heterosexual soulmate name thing and they'll be all for it. Even help plan the wedding.

I hate people like that.

And I eventually gave up. No one was going to have Castiel as their soulmate's name. And it was "wrong" for me to have another males name.

I just wished I was more like Charlie. She'd known she was a lesbian for a long time-- even if she didn't have a name. But she did and that just encouraged her more.

But I would never be like her...and no one was going to have my name.

That was just something I had to get used to.

"It was so embarrassing! She looked so awkward and scared!" She cried.

I patted her head and pulled the cake out of the oven.

I moved it onto the counter and began to slice it into the designated pieces for the display, listening to Charlie's story.

"But you know what? I'm done. I'm tired of always finding the wrong Meg! I'm giving up. That's it!" She yelled.

"What?!" I asked, facing her. "You can't give up! That's not the Charlie I know! The Charlie I know would go out an make out with every Meg if she had to!"

She gave me a bitch face and placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh so you can give up but I can't?" She asked.

I sighed and placed a slice on each plate I had and began to carry them out into the shop. I placed a few in the window by the register and the rest of the cake on the other side of the room.

"I only gave up because it's not very likey for somone to have been born with my name as their soulmates." I sighed, wiping off my hands with a cloth.

"Castiel. . .you know someone out there has your name. And you have a common name to find. You just have to worry about your 'Dean' to have your name...not like all the Megs I've ever met who've either been straight or gay but have another girl's name."

"But, Castiel. Who's gonna be looking for my name?"

"Don't get your hopes up, remember that one guy that walked in-- John. He was looking for a Sherlock. That's gotta be harder than your name." Charlie smiled.

I returned the smile and walked up to the front door, flipping over the sign so it said Open and not Closed.

We worked in a bakery slash cafe. We got to meet people and give them advice on the Name Game. Charlie and I loved baking and people loved our treats.

Oh and that's what our cafe's called.

The Name Game.

Around five minutes after opening, a small boy ran in. It was the same boy who's always the first one to come into the bakery after it opened.

"Hey guys!" He smiled, running up to the line of cakes behind the window by the register.

"Hey Alfie. How are you this morning?" I asked.

He smiled widely up at me and looked back down at the different desserts.

"Just here for a small breakfast...I'll take that one." He said pointing to one of the fresh slices of the chocolate cake we had just put up.

Charlie smiled and began to pull it out, wrap it, and place it in a bag.

"So, any luck with finding Dean?" Alfie asked.

I coughed awkwardly and began to clean the counter.

"I uh...I've given up, Samandriel." I sighed.

He looked up at me, eyes wide with worry and disappointment.

"B-but why? You used to be so determined to find him."

"Well, I guess I just realized no Dean is going to be looking for me...there's no point. I might as well change my name to Steve for better chances." I laughed.

Alfie sighed and Charlie gave him his bag.

"Don't give up yet Cas. I know you'll find him soon." He smiled and ran off.

As soon as he did, someone else walked in. Alfie ran into him.

"Sorry mister." He apologized.

"No worries, kid." The man smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Bye guys!" Alfie yelled and ran out of the shop.

I finished off the counter and smiled at the new comer.

He had sandy blonde hair and freckles covered his face. His eyes were an emerald green color. He wore dark jeans and a leather jacket. And he had a necklace with a strange pendant on it.

"Welcome to The Name Game. What can I do for you?" I asked, smiling. Charlie was fixing boxes and arranging ingredients in jars so the place looked a bit better.

"Yea uh, could I have a coffee-- black." He smiled.

I nodded and began to heat up some water.

"And uh-- some pie...if you have any." He added.

I turned to look at him. He seemed a bit tired.

"I uh-- well if you could wait, I could make some. It'll take a while though..." I suggested.

He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.

"How long is 'a while'?" He inquired.

"A few hours."

He was silent for a while before sitting down at one of the tables.

"A few hours it is. Make it pecan pie."

My face lit up and I ran into the kitchen to begin baking.

"Charlie could you make the coffee for him?" I asked.

Charlie nodded and began working.

I grabbed the needed ingredients and began mixing.

~•~•~•~

Charlie finished the drink and wandered over to him.

"One black coffee." She set it down.

He smiled and thanked her.

"What's with you? What should I call you?" She asked.

He looked up at her and smiled.

"Name's Dean."

Charlie's eyes widened.

"Dean. O-okay. Your pie will be here in a bit."

~•~•~•~

Charlie ran off into the kitchen, letting the other workers do everything.

Around half an hour later, other workers came in and more customers filed in.

"Charlie? What happened? You should be out there taking orders." I scolded.

"I know I know but get this. The customer who you're baking that pie, is named Dean!" She squealed.

"And?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'and'?!"

"I gave up remember?"

"But Alfie said you'd be finding your Dean soon! This could be him!"

I rolled my eyes and kneaded the dough.

"He looks straight."

"Pfft-- not even his legs are straight." Charlie scoffed.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes again.

"Whatever Charlie. Go help customers."

Charlie sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

About another half hour later, I had the pie in shape-- all that was left was to put it in the oven. I lifted it, put it in, and shut the door, wiping off my hands with a cloth and stepping back out into the shop.

It was a bit crowded now. People were walking in and out of our little shop now. Alfie was probably in school now. He usually came back after school too and we had a batch of cookies ready for him.

I looked around for the man who had ordered the pie. I tried to forget his name was Dean.

He was sitting in the back, staring out the window, chewing on a pen cap.

It would be great if he had my name...but my little wishes never came true. Not like it was a wish I had anyway. He was just attractive and probably had a girl's name.

I walked up to his table and smiled politely.

"Your pie should be ready within the next forty five minutes or so." I said.

He looked up at me and smiled, the pen cap still between his teeth.

If I ever died, I'd want to be reborn as that pen cap. What.

"That's fine. That pie had better be worth the wait."

"Oh it will! I mean I don't want to seem conceded but I've been told my baking is pretty good." I stated.

His smile widened and he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't say...well, I'm looking forward to your 'pretty good' baking."

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down at the floor. What was wrong with me? Just because I knew his name was Dean didn't mean I could act this way around a customer!

"Excuse me." I whispered and walked off.

"Cas? What's wrong?" Charlie asked.

I shook her off and proceeded to take other customers orders.

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I opened the oven and the smell of a brand new pie filled the kitchen. I smiled at my success and grabbed the cloth which I used to take anything out of the oven.

"That's what you've been baking?" One of the workers asked.

"Yea. For a customer." I smiled and placed it in it's packaging.

It was close to my break so I washed my hands and pulled my trench coat on, removing my apron.

I picked up the pie and walked out of the kitchen and towards the customer.

"CASTIEL!" Someone yelled.

I turned around and looked over at Charlie, who looked pretty pissed off.

"What?" I asked.

"You left the oven open again! You're gonna end up burning this place down if you keep doing that!" She yelled.

"Oh crap. Sorry!" I sighed and began to walk back. "Wait I did close the oven!"

I turned back around to see Dean walking towards me-- well, rushing towards me more like it.

"Oh here's your pie s-- " I started but he cut me off.

"You're Castiel?!" He asked, his eyes wide, grabbing my shoulders.

"I uh-- yes. My name is Castiel." I smiled, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Fucking finally." He sighed and then his lips were on mine.

My eyes widened.

Charlie squealed in the background.

People turned around to look at us.

What was he doing?! He had no idea who this was and-- wait. He sounded relieved to find me.

Then I remembered. His name was Dean. And I was looking for a Dean. And if my assumptions are correct, he was looking for a Castiel.

I didn't exactly know what was happening but he pulled away when he realized what he did.

"Crap sorry! I've just been looking for you for so long! I'm Dean." He smiled.

My heart skipped a beat.

"I-- I-- here's your pie." I barely managed to speak.

"Oh...thanks." He smiled and took it in his hands.

"...I was looking for a Dean..." I mumbled.

His face lit up with a very, very huge smile.

"Well that means it could be me right? We could try it out...if you'd like to." He smiled shyly.

I looked down at my feet. I knew my cheeks were red. Maybe this was the Dean I was looking for. He was clearly looking for me and I was pretty sure no one else had the same name as me.

I looked up at him, smiling and nodded.

"Sure. I mean you can stop by when we close-- I would say now since it's my break but I have to see my brother and well...yea you could stop by when we close-- that should be around 8:00 or so." I rambled about.

His smile only widened and he nodded.

"Okay. I'll be there." He kissed my cheek. "Thanks for the pie." He smiled and walked out of the cafe.

"Castiel." I heard someone say.

"Cas."

"CASTIEL!"

"WHAT?!" I yelled back.

"He didn't pay."

"Shit."

I ran out after him.

"Dean!" I called out.

But he was gone.

What the heck just happened?!

He said he was looking for me.

He didn't pay.

He wanted to see me again.

He didn't pay.

He kissed me!

He did not pay.

That stupid son of a bitch.

I groaned so loudly that people looked at me. He probably wasn't going to show up tonight anyway.

I put my hand in my pocket, ready to pay for the coffee and pie myself but...my wallet was gone.

My freaking wallet was gone.

He freaking stole my wallet and didn't pay!

"That sneaky son of a bitch..." I sighed and began to walk over to my place to see my brother.

*So...how was that? I thought it was okay. Should I keep it in first person or go back to my usual third person? HELP ME! AND WELL FUCK SHIT, THIS HAS BEEN PUBLISHED SO YEA! I SHOULDN'T BE PUBLISHING THIS BUT OH WELL. I'm a terrible person...gosh darnit...*