You played on your phone as you waited with Sam and Cas. Castiel had just appeared in your motel room with information on the latest case, but Dean was still in the shower. So, while you waited, you played Flappy Bird on your phone, while Sam was trying to show Castiel something on his laptop. Castiel kept muttering things along the lines of "I do not understand" while you could barely hear Sam whisper "Dean, hurry up already."

After a moment, the door to the bathroom opened, and Dean stepped through. Only in his jeans.

You glanced up at him briefly, your eyes falling over his toned chest, before falling back to your game as you tried not to blush too hard. Damn he was hot.

"Ah, Cas, awesome. What's you get?" Dean asked, using another towel to dry his hair.

The angel stood now, forgetting all about Sam's laptop. "I found out the link between the couples," he said gravely. "One is always tortured to death first, the other killed quickly once the demon has the satisfaction. Each couple are soul mates."

Sam and Dean looked skeptical, as shock lined your face. "Soul mates? So normal people actually have them?" You asked. The idea of soul mates had always fascinated you, and part of you wondered if you had one.

"Yes, everyone does, sometimes it just takes longer for them to realize," Castiel answered. "I have also found the demon's location."

You had kept your eyes focused on Cas as Dean had finished getting dressed, even though you did glance at him out of the corner of your eye. "So, what are we waiting for?" Sam asked. The three of you all stood, reaching for the supplies when Castiel spoke again.

"We cannot bring Y/N and Dean together. Only one can come."

"Why?" you asked, paused in your reloading of your gun.

"Because you and Dean are soul mates and the demon will use that to his advantage," Castiel answered truthfully.

Now you and Dean really froze. "I'm sorry?" Dean asked. "Y/N and I are soul mates?"

"Yes, and I am frankly surprised neither of you knew earlier," Castiel answered again. "It is fairly obvious that you two both love each other."

It felt like you couldn't move. Dean was your soul mate. Dean. You had always liked him, sure, but soul mates? Who would want you for a soul mate?

Sam looked between you and Dean frantically, reading the shock on both of your faces. "Cas, how about you and I go get this guy? Let's leave Dean and Y/N alone for now." He pushed Castiel out of the motel room quickly, leaving the tension to only grow thicker between yourself as Dean.

You glanced up at him to see he was staring at you, but you quickly looked away, putting back you gun. "Well, if you're done with the shower, I think I'll use it now," you said, gathering your stuff. And before Dean could comment, or say anything at all, the bathroom door was shut and you were on the other side.

You quickly undressed, turning the water on to scalding, not caring at the moment. You stepped inside, starting your normal routine, the last minute running through your head. Dean was your soul mate. Yours. How could you have a soul mate as good as him? You were so broken, so shy, so small compared to him. Dean saved everybody, and he was almost always smiling or laughing. Sure, he had some flaws, but his strengths made up for those easily.

Your turned the water temperature down slightly as the bathroom steamed up, cursing softly. "Damn, this is gonna be so awkward," you muttered to yourself. "I bet he doesn't even like me that way, oh damn, what am I gonna do?!"

Little did you know, Dean was pacing the motel room thinking almost the exact same things you were. "Y/N is my soul mate?" He thought. "But she's- she's so perfect, and beautiful, and funny and sweet! What did I ever do to deserve a girl like her? I bet she doesn't even like me. Why would she? Sam always makes her smile more, and Castiel makes her laugh, how could I be perfect for her?"

You stepped out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed, the same thoughts running circles through your mind. "What am I going to do? Oh, this is gonna end so badly..."

Your hand hovered over the door handle, your mind wavering between opening the door and climbing out the puny bathroom window. Finally, you pushed yourself to open the door, your eyes meeting Dean's as he looked to the door.

You both stood for a second, staring a each other. "Hi," you whispered.

"Hey," he whispered back.