A/N: Thank you for your patience. It's been a hectic past couple of weeks. I'm also sorry that it's so short and not super plot heavy. Next chapter though. There's not much to say except thank you to everyone who has supported this story in any way. I really appreciate it.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Raphael asked.
"Yes," Michael responded, looking up at Raphael. "We seem to have problems."
"And that is?"
"You said that they would not be together," Michael said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Castiel and the human. They were supposed to drift apart on their own. That is not happening."
"I believed that after the human discovered that Castiel was using a vessel, that he would not want to see Castiel anymore," Raphael reasoned. "I did not think they would still speak after their argument."
"It appears that the human has moved past that detail and now they are together more than ever."
"I think we may have to get involved," Raphael suggested.
"I agree," Michael decided. "But we do not have to. Not yet, anyway."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Come on, Cas. What do you say?" Dean asked, looking expectantly at Castiel.
"I have to be in heaven," Castiel replied.
"And you're sure you can't just skip it and stay here and help with this?"
"I'm sorry, Dean. They aren't happy as it is that I'm spending so much time down here."
Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "That's stupid. But I guess we'll see you later then."
"Good bye, Dean," Castiel replied before disappearing.
Sam smirked as Dean stood there staring at the spot where Cas had disappeared.
"What's so funny?" Dean asked turning around.
"What? Nothing," Sam said, trying to cover it up by looking at something on his laptop.
"Whatever," Dean said, pulling up a chair and sitting by Sam at the small table in their motel room. "So what's going on with this ghost?"
"So get this, there's been three deaths in the same area in the last ten years. Officially, everything's been ruled a suicide."
"But?" Dean prompted.
"But they've all died in the same way. All hangings in the same apartment."
"Ok. Let's go talk to the landlord," Dean said, pushing back on his chair and standing up from the table.
Sam closed his laptop and grabbed his jacket that was hanging over the backside of the chair.
Dean and Sam walked back into the hotel room after taking care of another vengeful spirit.
"I'm going to go get cleaned up and see if Cas wants to stop by," Dean told Sam.
Sam's smirked didn't go unnoticed by Dean. "Seriously, what is your problem?"
"Me? Nothing," Sam responded innocently.
"That's bullshit," Dean said bluntly. "Just like this morning."
Sam just smirked and shook his head.
"Seriously, dude."
"Ok. Fine. Um. Have you ever given any thought to the idea that you and Castiel might be – well, soulmates?" Sam asked awkwardly. It was one thing to have suspicions in his head, but something else entirely to confront Dean about his suspicions.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked while looking at his brother as if he had sprouted a second head.
"Well you know, all these things keep happening and it just seems more and more likely that…" Sam trailed off.
"So let me get this straight, you think me and Cas are soulmates?" Dean asked, still not believing Sam one bit.
"It all fits."
"Care to explain that to me, then?"
"The pain in your wrist, you got sick that time when you and Castiel fought and didn't talk for a few days. What more proof do you need?"
Dean pulled up his sleeve and held out his wrist toward Sam. "See this? It's blank. Always has been. Always will be. I don't have a soulmate."
"But everything else—"
"Is just a coincidence. All of my joints hurt at some time or another. It's just part of the job. And getting sick? Have you seen some of the motel rooms we stay in? I probably just picked something up from there."
"Dean, just hear me out for one minute. Please," Sam pleaded.
"Fine, Sammy. Humor me," Dean said, pulling a chair out from the table and sitting down.
"When I first met Jess, the pain in my wrist was so strong it hurt. Just like yours did. And if we ever went for a while without talking we would both get sick. There was one time she was visiting her family and a huge snowstorm hit. If we at least talked on the phone, we were fine. But the storm knocked out their power so it was two days before we could finally talk again and both of us were sick by that point. But after we talked, everything was fine. It's just like when you and Castiel were fighting. After you guys talked, you were just fine. Dean, it all fits."
"You have completely lost it," Dean said shaking his head.
"Dean—"
"What do you want me to say, Sam?" Dean asked angrily as he stood up from the chair. "You want to believe all this crap, fine. But I know it's a load of crap. It's all just coincidence."
"After everything you see everyday, you're still going to think something like this is just coincidence?"
"Yeah, because I know the truth and that's that some angel is not my soulmate."
"Come on—"
"Just drop it, Sam," Dean said before walking across the small hotel room and slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Dean leaned forward on the bathroom sink, and let out a deep breath. There was no way Sam could be right, could there? No, Dean reminded himself, I do not have a soulmate. Dean had spent so much of his life trying to convince himself that one day his name would appear. After he gave up on that dream, he started working on trying to convince himself that it didn't matter that he was different and wouldn't have a soulmate. But now, he was being forced to actually think about the possibility, even if it was completely absurd. No, Dean concluded, there was no way some angel could be his soulmate. That just wasn't possible.
Sam watched his brother slam the bathroom door. He knew Dean was pissed at him, but thankfully, it wouldn't stay like that for long. Dean just couldn't stay mad at him. But knowing that Dean wouldn't stay mad at him for very long didn't give Sam much reassurance. Why couldn't Dean just look at the facts? Everything made sense and it was definitely more than a coincidence but Dean couldn't see that. Didn't he want to be happy?
Sam sat down on his bed wondering if there was a different way he could try and talk to Dean. Dean would probably try and forget about it, but Sam knew he had to get through to Dean. The only problem was Sam didn't know how he was supposed to get through to Dean.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean emerged from the bathroom. "All yours," Dean said shortly as he walked over to his bed. Without saying a word, Sam walked over to his stuff, grabbed a shower kit and a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom.
Once Sam was in the bathroom, Dean let out a long deep breath. He knew Sam wouldn't just drop the subject. Moreover, Dean would have to be on alert so he could avoid any and all of Sam's attempts at convincing Dean that Cas was his soulmate.
