Prompt of Day - (character) Seamus Finnigan

Romance Awareness - Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

Garage Sale - 7. Carpet

WC: 515


He dies and there's no getting him back. Dean loses his soulmate - his one true love.

But Seamus is not done with him yet - he's much closer than he thinks.


He's in a mostly empty room - there's a carpet on the gray floor and a dim, flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but that's it.

Seamus steps out from the shadows and Dean's breath hitches.

"Seamus?" he whispers, disbelieving.

"Dean."

Suddenly, he runs towards Dean and embraces him tightly. "I've missed you," he whispers.

"I've missed you too," he murmurs back, inhaling his scent and taking him in. "You're a sight for eyes." He laughs hollowly.

"Am I, now?" Seamus asks lightly, pulling away. "Well, it's going to be a short sight. You have to wake up, no?"

Shock pulses through Dean. "Has it really been an entire night?"

"You have to wake up, my love," Seamus whispers, tilting his chin up. "Return to the living…"

"Wait! Will I ever see you again?" Dean cannot keep the desperation out of his voice.

"You will, much sooner than you think…"


"'Night, Mum," he says, rubbing his eyes blearily.

His mum looks up from her book. "Goodnight, dear, sleep well."

Dean exits the room, enters his own, and collapses on his bed. He's asleep before his head hits the pillow.


He's in the same room again - and again, Seamus steps out from the shadows. But instead of hugging him, he kisses him.

Dean allows himself to be swept away for a few moments, enjoying the surge of bliss, before Seamus pulls away.

"I've always wanted to do that, you know," Seamus murmurs. "I've always wanted to know what you taste like."

"Really?" Dean smirks. "All you had to do was ask."

Seamus laughs - it's a beautiful sound he hasn't heard in ages, a balm for his ears. "Oh, Dean, I wish our time wasn't so short."

"Is it morning already?"

"Almost." Seamus places one last, lingering kiss on his lips. "But I'll be seeing you again tonight, so don't worry. We'll have many more moments together, I promise you."

Then Dean lets the words spill out of his mouth, "I love you."

"Oh, Dean," Seamus breathes, "I love you too. Now go rejoin the other world, okay? And try not to miss me too much."

Dean smiles and lets his world fade away...


Dean didn't mean to fall for Seamus all over again, but their nightly meetings made him more in love with his soulmate than ever before. It's almost as if their connection has strengthened, despite one of them being dead.

Sometimes, they talk. Sometimes, they kiss. Sometimes, it turns into something more that leaves Dean breathless.

It's almost as if he's alive; he can feel Seamus's heart thrum beneath his fingers, his skin moist with sweat.

Amidst whispered "I love yous" and shouts of ecstasy, he manages to find himself again. He's never felt more electrified - more alive - and it's Seamus who makes him feel that way.

So it doesn't really feel like he's lost his soulmate. In fact, he's actually gained something - something invaluable.