Hey guys. I was reading some soul mate fanfiction last night and started thinking about loop holes. Anyway I came up with this. Please tell me what you think, theres more to it. I just really want to post this before I knock out, so please excuse any errors. This is the first of this kind I've ever written; I usually find soul mate stories silly, but, I'll see how I do with this one.
Meeting your Soul Mate online is the big thing once you turn 18. The names on your wrist never fade, never burn, but constantly remind you that you belong somewhere else. However, some people refuse to be loved. Dean's waited patiently for 12 years for his soul mate to come find him, but he has been taking his sweet time. When they finally do meet, will it be the romantic rendezvous they both so desperately need?
Since the dawn of time, every human alive knew that eventually a name would appear on their wrist. On the morning of their 18th birthday, the name would arrive, scrawled elegantly in black, and it was at that point when the bearer of the name would become obsessed. They would crave to find this person, this strange man or woman whom they most likely had never met, the incessant need to meet them, to see what the universe deemed was so special about them. In the early times it was unlikely they would ever meet. With millions, eventually, billions of people all over the world, this person, with this particular name, could be anywhere. How many Johns in the world? Marys'? Adams? Elizabeths'?
Yes, many went their whole lives not knowing the person they were destined to spend their lives with, and many were disappointed. But mankind went on, marriages were formed regardless of the name on their wrists, babies were made to continue the race, and the world continued to grow.
It wasn't until the late 1990's when a software programmer came up with an idea. An online database to attempt to find your soul mate. You see, the name on his wrist continued to puzzle him. He desperately wanted to meet this person. So he set out on his mission.
Within a few months' time, his website went live, and although the world was skeptical, members began to create profiles. It wasn't anything complicated, a basic profile with your name and a picture. Underneath would be one simple sentences.
"My Soul Mates name is _."
Eventually, the world took notice as more and more of their friends and family began finding their soul mates. For years the website thrived with new arrivals every day. The names on their wrist finally had meaning and for some, they couldn't be happier.
Others however, weren't so lucky.
Dean Winchester was one of those people.
When Dean turned 18, and the name appeared on his wrist, a small smile had formed on his lips. He read the name out loud slowly, enjoying the way it flowed off his tongue with ease.
Castiel.
It was a unique name. Like none he had heard before. His heart swelled with the joy in knowing someday he would be loved unconditionally by this person who he would enjoy getting to know. Dean wasn't one for romance, but he knew he would treat them right. He would provide for them. He would surprise them. He would take care of them. He would love them.
Yes, Dean couldn't wait to meet this Castiel in person, and the day after he turned 18, he went online to sign up for the website. He paid his joining fee, which he had been saving up for months for, and uploaded a picture of himself, along with a picture of his wrist. He was proud of the name, and he wanted his future lover to see that.
"My Soul Mates name is Castiel."
And that was it.
Once he had completed his profile, alone with some tidbits of information (likes and dislikes) he clicked the search button, ignoring the pounding in his heart.
Castiel.
When the search turned up empty, he tried not to become upset.
This wasn't an unusual case. Dean knew there was an explanation. They hadn't turned 18 yet. They didn't know their soul mates name. They hadn't created a profile yet. Dean had closed his computer with a hopeful thought that someday soon he would know his soul mate.
Dean continued to check the website. For the first few weeks, it was daily, sometimes twice if he was feeling anxious. Daily soon turned to weekly, and after a few years, weekly turned into month's in between.
He hadn't given up hope just yet. As the years went by, the website upgraded, and eventually he was able to sign up for notifications. If anyone with the name 'Castiel' signed up, with a soul mates name of 'Dean', he would know about it thru a text from the site.
Dean was nearing 30 years old, and still, had not received one single message.
Dean continued living his life, finishing school and starting up his own business. He had a few relationships, here and there, but no one he dated was enough to make him forget about his soul mate. The women, and eventually men, he saw never sated the hunger he had for finding his Castiel.
On the eve of his 30th birthday, Dean sat by a window in his office and pondered life. He felt cold. He wondered why the universe would do this to humans. Why not just take away the names and let them choose for themselves? Why did he have to be perfectly matched for a person he would most likely never meet?
Why did his Castiel not want him?
He had thought many times about going on a search of his own for this mystery person with a strange name. He had the money to do so.
Then he remembered, they could easily find him themselves. They just didn't want to.
After years of being alone, Dean masked his pain and held back the tears that threatened to fall. After 12 years, it had become easy.
Somewhere far, but not too far, away, another man sat at his computer, staring at the Soul Mates website. He tapped his fingers on the wood of the desk, chewing his lip out of habit. He was a quiet man, who enjoyed his peace. He liked being alone for the most part. The world had not been kind to him, and he preferred to stay hidden from it.
He never had an interest in meeting his soul mate. He couldn't understand how the universe could know what was right for him, and everyone else in the world. He was an outsider. A loner. He was almost surprised when a name appeared on his 18th birthday.
The thought of being rejected scared him more than being eternally alone. He was no good at dating, no good at small talk. He knew if his soul mate ever met him, they would run screaming in the opposite direction. That's just the way his life was.
As this lonely man tapped away at his desk, he looked down at his wrist. He lifted his hand from the desk and ran his fingers over the beautiful scrawl.
Dean.
It was a simple name. Common. Most definitely male. He wondered how long this Dean has been waiting for him. He wondered sometimes if Dean thought about him. He tried not to dwell too much, the pain of rejection always jabbing at the back of his mind, but sometimes, he couldn't help himself.
On really bad nights, he would ponder about Dean's personality. Would they click immediately, like in the movies? Would Dean be the one person to understand him? Would he be the man to change his dull, gray life into something colorful, something with a purpose?
Eventually he would shake himself out of his thoughts and pour a glass of whiskey to bring him back to his senses, which is what he did at this point in time, removing the hand from his wrist and grabbing the glass next to his laptop. He screen stared at him and he stared back, willing it to make the decision for him. When it did no such thing, he sighed and placed his hands on the keyboard.
"My name is-"
He took it as a sign when his phone began to ring right then.
"Hello, Gabriel." He answered.
"Why hello there, lover boy. Still sitting alone in the dark, drinking your sorrows away?"
"Why would you assume that?"
"Because I'm sitting outside your apartment in the car and all I see is your computer light on. Why don't you just sign up already?"
"Can we not have this discussion again?"
"What am I gonna do with you, tsk tsk. Any who, I'm on my way to get Anna and we're going for drinks. Get changed and get your ass down here."
"I don't really feel like it."
"Too bad, Castiel, you're coming."
Castiel groaned at this.
"Stop whining. You need to get out more. Come on! Don't make me come up there!"
Castiel stumbled home soon after last call, around 3 in the morning, flopping down on his couch. Time out with his brother and sister always made him feel a little better about life. Made him not feel like such a failure.
He blinked wearily and looked around his apartment. It was dark, except for the glow of his computer screen. He stared at the light, wondering once again if he was making the right decision in choosing to be alone.
He knew he had drank too much. He knew he should just go to sleep, deal with things in the morning. He looked down at his wrist and rubbed the name gently.
"Dean…"
He wanted to be loved. He wanted to feel what others felt. That wonderful feeling of belonging. Of loving and being loved back. He may not agree with the way the universe dealt with things, but at 3 in the morning, he was feeling extra lonely, and he knew how nice it would be to hold someone right about now.
He got up and walked over to the computer. He tilted the screen towards him and, without sitting, finished his bio and pressed the post button. The last thing he had to do to make his profile public was write in his soul mates name. He looked down at his wrist and smiled before looking back to the screen and typing carefully.
"My Soul Mates name is Dean."