Soulmate AU for more Diestel, both human, bla bla bla. Another short one, I know, I'm sorry. I also added some random friends in. They aren't very important, and aren't part of Supernatural, they're just there to further the plot. However, if you have any ideas you want me to do, please let me know and I'll do my best! (BTW unmatched means that one person's soulmate does not have their name, they have a different soulmate if that makes any sense.)

I do not own Supernatural or this would be canon by now.

-Six years old-

"So guys, what did you get?" Gabriel, his older brother grinned wildly as he plopped down onto the couch.

"Mine's going to be called Lisa!" One of the new friends that Gabriel brought home that day, Andrew, boasted, as he showed the name written on his wrist. "I bet she'll be lovely."

"Oh yeah?" Well I got Ann-Marie!" Another one chimed in. His name was Thomas, if Cas could remember correctly. He gazed around with wide eyes at the teenagers surrounding him.

"Mine's name is Rick." The girl in the group split into a wide grin, glancing nervously at the boy sitting across the circle from her and pulling up her T-shirt sleeve to reveal it.

"Ooh, Rick, who do you have?" Gabe smirked at the blushing boy sitting to his right, teasing him, he already knowing the answer, as did Castiel.

"Tabitha." He whispered quietly, pulling up his pant leg so they could see the purple name written on his ankle.

Tabitha was apparently that girl's name because she blushed as the other teenagers began to tease the two of them.

"What about you Gabe?" Rick chimed in, trying to change the subject.

Gabe smirked. "I got one named Sam." He pulled up his shirt to show them the name written on his stomach. "I'm sure she'll be even prettier than any of yours." He laughed.

"Nuh uh!" Andrew gasped. "I'm sure Lisa will be the prettiest!"

"Tabitha's right here with us and she's clearly the most stunning girl I've ever seen!" Rick chimed in, and they all began to argue, Cas's head swiveling back and forth as the conversation's volume raised with every passing moment.

Cassie, you can play with the big kids if you're good. Gabriel's voice rang through Cas' head. He wanted to participate too.

"Mine's name is Bean and he'll be the prettiest of all the girls because that's what Mommy says!" Cas yelled out, and the group stopped, turning to look at him. He slowly turned red at all the attention, squirming under their gazes.

Then, Andrew burst out laughing, slapping his knee. "Oh my god, he's gay!" Andrew burst out, then cracked up even more.

"And what's so bad about that?" Gabe's cool voice rang out, and Andrew froze. "I hope you didn't just do what I think you did, because it almost, just almost, sounded like you were making fun of my little brother."

All of the laughter died out, and Andrew looked at the floor. "Get out of my house." Gabe said.

When he left, and the others departed soon after, Cas climbed onto Gabe's lap. "Gabriel, what does gay mean?" He cocked his head, looking up at his older brother.

"It means, my little cherub, that you are the happiest person alive." Gabe hugged him closely to his chest.

-Twelve years old-

Castiel looked once more at the stylish calligraphy rolling down his left forearm. It was in a bright emerald green. Four letters. Four letters that had appeared from the moment he was conceived, four letters that had seemed so harmless when he shared with friends. Four letters that had changed his life.

If only mine had appeared somewhere I could hide it… Little twelve year old Cas thought. Anna had hers on the back of her neck.

Quickly, he walked down the hall to that horrid class. Entering the room, he ducked his head low, but still, the teacher noticed him, and called out, "Hello, Castiel! Late to class again?"

"Sorry Mr. Dean." Cas muttered, and the whole class broke out into ripples of laughter. Self consciously, he hid his arm behind his back.

Mr Dean frowned at the class. "Now kids, that's not very nice of you." Easy for him to say. His soulmate's name stood out on his neck, clear as day. Cas had met her once this year already, Ellen had brought in cookies to share with the whole class.

Cas slowly took his seat, ears burning a bright crimson, and pulled out a notebook. Suddenly, he felt a sharp prod in his side, and a note was passed up to him. Opening it slowly, he scanned it.

The note read something along the lines of Hey, it's ok, I've had a girl's name written on my arm my whole life. It's not all bad. I haven't met her yet, but I'm sure I will, just like you'll meet your Dean one day, and that's the part that's worth it. Just hold out until then. Kids are jerks. Sincerely, the ginger sitting behind you

PS- Wanna have lunch together?

With a kind of a smile, he nodded his head once, and he could almost feel her smile from behind him, even though he hadn't turned around once since the school year started. He just had to make it through middle school…

-Sixteen years old-

Sixteen year old Cas rolled his eyes and popped his gum as he shoved people out of his way. He flipped his blue dyed hair out of his face as he reached his locker, where he found a really special ginger waiting for him.

"Cas!" Charlie hugged him. "Long time no see." She giggled. It was a new year again, and Cas only had to keep this up for a few more years before he was free.

"Charlie." He gave her a small smirk.

"Oh don't you Charlie me Mr!" She laughed. "I saw you all summer! And, I know you only have to do this when people are here."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and her eyes lit up. "You know what this means?"

When he said nothing in reply, she bounced a few times. "This means we can start up my favorite game! Try and make Cas break character." Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she mentally prepared herself. "I'm gonna do it this year!"

"Sure Charlie. Let's get to class in the meantime, shall we?" Cas pulled the one long glove he wore up higher on his arm so that not one tiny bit of the tattoo that haunted him could be seen.

When they stepped into the class, the first thing he saw was the seating chart, projected onto the front wall. Luckily for him, he was at a table with Charlie, but also, he was at a table with some boy named Dean. His heart stopped, and he could hear Charlie's sharp intake of breath from next to him.

Shooting her a glance, he sat down next to the boy dubbed "Dean."

The boy glanced at him. "So." He spoke in a very deep voice. "You must be Castiel?"

"Y-yes." Cas stammered out. Charlie slipped a hand onto his knee under the table. Breathe, her voice seemed to say- he might be the one.

"So are you two soul mates, or what?" Dean from his table asked, seeing the subtle movement. Charlie quickly removed her hand.

"God no, I'm a lesbian." She laughed. "What about you, Dean Bean?"

He rolled his eyes. "Class is starting."

"Good morning class!" Their teacher was a young man, full of pep and enthusiasm. "Let's start out with a simple 'get to know you' exercise! All you have to do is tell as much of your soulmate's name as you want to, spelled out. Isn't that fun?" He grinned, waiting for scattered smiles. "The least you can say is one letter."

Cas' breath hitched, and he slowly watched student's different reactions, ranging from one girl crying out "Kevin!" to some others slowly whispering out "L…"

When it was Dean's turn to go, he rolled his eyes, and drawled, "C-A."

Charlie shot him a quick look as she said a few letters of hers, and then it was his turn. Trying not to make eye contact with the boy next to him, he slowly whispered out "D."

The moment the lunch bell rang, he bolted, Charlie running to try and keep up. He didn't stop until he was safely at his lunch table.

"What are you doing?" She cried out to him. "He could be the one!" Then, her expression changed from confusion to glee as a shadow fell over him. "I'll just go and get my lunch then." She grinned. "Buh bye!" And then she sped off, leaving him to turn around slowly to the shadow of a man behind him.

"Hello Dean." He looked slowly at the floor, slowly moving his eyes up, admiring his bright blue eyes that so nicely mirrored his own at last.

"It's my name isn't it." Dean's voice was harsh, his tanned skin flushing the lightest bit.

Cas gulped slightly, nodding a little, and slowly moved the glove down so it scrunched at the base of his hand.

Dean's eyes hardened in annoyance as he looked it over. He pulled his shirt to the side slowly, revealing more than just the first few letters. Calypso.

"I'm sorry." Cas whispered. "It's not you, I'll just," He tried to move past him, but Dean grabbed him.

"No. You are not going to walk around this school with my name on your forearm, you hear me? Cover it up. I'm head of the football team, and I do not need a rumor that one of those broken unmatching freak cases is gay for me, you hear me?" He growled. "You keep that ugly thing covered, or else."

Cas couldn't do anything but gulp and not, his throat closing up and tears stinging in his eyes as Dean walked away. He slowly pulled up the glove on his wrist and got up and left the seat. How self centered was he, to assume he's the only Dean there is to love…

That night, he got a call from Charlie, who he didn't see after lunch. "It wasn't him, Charlie." He whispered into the phone. Then, he hung up.

Rolling over, he started searching online for something.

Gabe walked into his room later to tell him he was going out for his night shift and saw him passed out on his bed, light from his laptop illuminating his face. He walked over, and his whole face tightened, jaw clenching. Slowly and firmly, he closed the computer screen and tucked Cas in.

KEYWORD: Soul mate tattoo laser removal

-Eighteen years old-

Castiel still walked the halls, Charlie at his side. Blue hair faded to silver, which in turn became red. The black glove still covered his arm, his face still remained passive.

Charlie sighed. "Another year, another waste. At least we're seniors now, right?" She tried to crack a grin for the sake of her friend, but he simply put his hand on top of her head, a gesture that she could tell meant more and more each time he did it, a certain kind of I love you, meant for a friend.

They stepped into his french class, and the teacher, a stout older woman, smiled at them, her turquoise soulmate tattoo glinting on her cheek. "I've assigned you all seats by first name, which I understand is becoming more and more common these days." She smiled as she examined the list, pointing out his seat before exclaiming, "This does seem to be a very special class. We have three young men by the name of Dean this year! Wow!"

Castiel put his head down on the desk he sat down at and tried not to cry. He could hear whispers from all over the classroom.

"Of course they'd put CASTIEL in front of all the Deans."

"Oh, is that the kid who thought he would be with the football captain?"

"I hear he had a crush on Mr Dean, his teacher, and it was an unmatched tattoo because the teacher was already married."

"No, I thought that was just a rumor."

"This kid wears that black glove everywhere because he hates the word engraved on his own skin."

Charlie stood up, glaring at each and every one of them. "If you all want to fight me, you can! Leave him alone!"

By the time Cas trudged home, he was feeling the worst he had felt since that night when he was sixteen. It didn't help that Gabe, stopping by, brought all sorts of wedding photos from Rick and Tabitha's wedding to show him.

"Look Cassie!" He exclaimed, excited. 'In this one, we're drenching Rick's suit with ice water! And here's the cake photos, and look, thats where I was! I was the best men." He smiled fondly.

"That's real nice Gabe." Cas looked down at the floor. "Congrats."

"I know they were only twenty three, but why wait any longer? I mean, they're practically, well, soulmates!" He laughed.

Cas went to bed with heavy eyelids and an even heavier heart.

-Twenty Four years old-

Cas sat on a bar stool, a light stubble on his face. He had donned his trenchcoat, a gift from gabriel that he ended up loving more than life itself. This also meant he didn't have to wear the glove, and didn't feel people's stares so much.

Most people found their soulmate between the ages of twelve and eighteen. It was just how it worked. He had come to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe, he was an unmarked, maybe there really was no one out there for him.

Sighing, he raised his hand to signal the bartender for a drink, looking around sullenly. Nothing very interesting here, not many people.

He got his drink, and sipped it slowly,

From the corner, he heard a drunk female voice call out, "Hey, pretty boy, you, over there!" She was calling out to a man about Cas' age with short blonde hair and viridian green eyes. He wore a brown leather coat, and had an almost inhumanly symmetrical face.

Slowly, he turned around from a few feet away.

"You wanna go out with me?" She giggled and hiccupped a bit.

"Ma'am you need to go home and go to sleep." He looked her over disapprovingly.

"MMh. What's your name?" She walked over and sat down next to him, smiling an innocent sort of smile.

"...Dean."

That was when Castiel started to really pay attention, the tattoo on his arm burning a little. The more he watched the conversation out of the corner of his eye, he was not stalking, the more he decided he needed to interfere.

He got up and crossed the room in a few strides, putting his left arm around the man's shoulders, forearm facing in, tattoo clear as day with the trenchcoat sleeve pulled up. "Hey sweetie." He grinned at him. "Sorry I'm late to meet you, traffic was murder."

Dean's eyes found his, and they just screamed thank you. "It's ok angel." He responded. "What matters is that you're here now."

"Who's your friend?" The woman asked, looking Dean head to toe. "I don't see your tattoo."

"Um… this is Castiel." Dean told her, just going off of the name on his right bicep, which he then revealed. "But I call him Cas."

Cas' eyes widened. "Yes." he heard himself say. "I am Castiel."

A few seconds later, when neither of them budged, the woman took one last look at Dean, then walked away, grumbling to herself.

"Thanks buddy, if you weren't here I would have been toast." Dean grinned at him. "I'm lucky that you're going to meet a Dean that the universe thinks you should be together forever with." He chuckled. "Oh, where are my manners! My name's Dean Winchester, nice to meet you." He held out his hand.

"Castiel Novak." Cas heard himself reply, in a daze, and saw Dean's eyes widen, taking his hand back.

"As opposed to an awkward handshake, how about we just go out to dinner or something?" He asked, "I feel like I need to get to know you a bit better, right now."

Cas' face split into a grin, and for the first time in a very long time, he didn't feel ashamed of what had been with him his whole life.

So what do you guys think? Should I write out more, or just leave it at this? Or, should I write out Dean's story, and through that, Sam's as well? Let me know please! Constructive criticism is encouraged! Until next time!