He was going to like it here. That's the first thing that Castiel Novak decided to himself as he arrived by bus on campus. He was definitely going to like it here.

The campus was huge, with courtyards and parks and so much green. Cas was already cataloguing in his mind all the places he could possibly study. There was a nice bench by the entrance, but the oak tree a few yards down was looking very inviting. But then again, he could bring a blanket and spread out on the front lawn, where he could see dozens of students doing so already.

The freshmen were sent on a tour first. The cafeteria was large, which Cas liked. There was so much to choose from but what he was really looking for were- yes! Cas did a mental dance as he found the hamburgers.

They then moved to the classrooms, then the lobby, then the bathrooms and locker rooms, and finally the library. Everything was so spacious and grand and Cas knew that he was absolutely going to love it here. Plenty of places that he could coop up and read for hours, not being bothered by anyone.

The tour ended far too quickly for Cas's liking, but he was a bit relieved to get away from all the people, talking and yelling but just as excited as he was. The only thing was that they were more prone to shouting their excitement to anyone and everyone that could hear instead of keeping it to themselves. Cas broke from the group and went to find his dorm.

Cas strode down the enormous hallways, following the directions one of the teachers gave him. Room 404. Cas chanted the number in his head as he navigated the campus until finally, he arrived. He stopped and stared at the small engraving on the door. He took a deep breath.

Taking out his key, Cas opened the door. And stared. It was final. He loved it. The room was divided in half, which meant that he got one side entirely to himself. He had his own little bed, a desk, and a closet. The desk had a little lamp, and once opened, the closet had more than enough room to hold all of his things. Glancing at his roommates' side of the room, Cas noticed that he had already made himself at home. Posters and photographs lined the wall, and the desk was piled high with notebooks. His closet was open, and things were scattered all over the place. The drawers were packed with clothes, and Cas mentally flinched at the disorganized nature of his roommate.

Cas hadn't even noticed that someone walked in behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder and whirled around. He was met with a shirt. Someone was obviously inhabiting the shirt, but the view Cas had was purely made out of shirt. He looked at the hand on his shoulder, and followed the arm up up up until he was almost craning his head to look at the newcomer. Shaggy hair and a smiling face is what greeted Cas.

"Hi!" The voice of this incredibly tall person was fitting in a strange way. It wasn't as deep as Cas thought it would be, but it worked well with the boy's face, which looked more like a happy puppy.

The boy stepped back and gave Cas some room, which was greatly appreciated.

"Hi."

The puppy boy grinned wider, although Cas couldn't believe that it was possible to stretch that smile bigger than it already was. Cas didn't know how much he loved his college now. He realized that he had been hoping for a small quiet roommate, like Cas himself. One that wouldn't bother him or feel the need to start conversations. It was obvious that the puppy boy was the opposite.

"My name is Sam." The puppy b- Sam said. He stretched out a hand. "Sam Winchester."

The world stopped. It stopped spinning, it stopped rotating, it stopped utterly and completely and just stood still because this couldn't be happening.

"I'm sorry? You- I don't-" Cas was stumbling over his words. Not willing to believe it. His soulmate was a boy. Not that Cas was surprised that his soulmate wasn't a girl, because for a while now he's known that his feelings towards females weren't romantic, but this? This boy? This boy who was towering over Cas and had a concerned look on his puppy face now. This boy who Cas swore he didn't feel anything towards. No attraction, no great pull of destiny. Nothing. Nothing like what his mother told him he'd feel. This boy who was the opposite of everything Cas stood for.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked him. The answer was clearly no. Sam frowned and was about to ask a follow up question, when Cas stretched out his own arm and rolled up his sleeve, revealing the single life changing word on his wrist. Winchester.

Sam stopped and stared. He was completely frozen now, the only movement was in his eyes, that were darting from Cas's face, then to his wrist, back to his face. He slowly rolled up his own sleeve, showing Cas his own small imprint. Novak.

"Well this is awkward."

They were screwed.