Accidents Happen
Matching Soulmate Marks AU

Summary: It was by accident, neither had been looking they were still so young. Nine and just barely six but they are friends. Always friends but never looking anywhere for anything other than what they had

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Dean and Castiel are the first two gay soul mates in over five hundred years. They are thrust into the public's eye and not everyone loves them.

Authors Note: Soulmates this wasn't as hard as SEX POLLEN but so tempting. I went a different way with it. Hope you like. Not sorry, but not the first intention when I started writing it. When I was almost finished I realized that this was really my first timeline draft for a much much longer story…should I do it?

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Soulmarking normally took place in the late teen early twenties, the first times this rule was bent was in life altering circumstances. The second was life threating and being saved by your soul mate. This is the story of two young boys who were destined to be soul mates. This is not a happy story, this is the story of escape and freedom and love.

Not too many years ago it had been a normal summer day, a group of children were enjoying the water at a local swimming hole. A couple of boys started to play around a little too roughly and Dean Winchester, second oldest there but oldest brother- took a elbow to the side and found himself tumbling backwards over the rock face. He imagined slamming into the water and sinking. Unable to breath and dying cold and alone, the arm that grabbed his upper shoulder was welcome; even if it burnt.

"Dean! Are you okay! I didn't mean to hit you!" Ash danced foot to foot a few steps away.

"It's all good, Cass got some awesome reflexes." Dean said finding his footing again and smiling to Castiel who slowly removed his hand then gasped in shock. The surrounding teens and pre-teens doing the same to the mark that now welted on Dean's arm. Castiel flipped his hand while held a similar mark to the one on Dean's arm.

Their eyes meet and Dean shrugged, "I guess we should go and talk to our parents."

It hadn't taken long for word to spread, not just to the town but to everywhere. Sure they were young; fourteen and sixteen but it wasn't being treated like a normal mating mark. They still lived with their families or at least they did until protection became required. The age thing wasn't the main problem, that was helpful even, the story of brave Cass saving Dean from a horrible accidental death.

No that wasn't the main hot topic, no that was the fact they were both male. From radicals to fans the boys couldn't live the same life as before. They were moved along with their families for the first few years into a larger compound. It was large enough for both families to stay on site and had everything they needed brought to them. The boys were not able to enjoy their childhood like others would they had to be watched more closer than even the president of the United States himself. Heck, he visited the boys when Dean turned eighteen, Castiel was nineteen at this point and they were both legal.

Everyone had wanted to know what they would be doing, since realizing they were soul mates a short four years before there had been twenty-eight kidnapping attempts, almost seventeen real threats on their life's from bombs to sharpshooters. Not to mention the hundreds of millions of letters and other fan related things that was sorted, reviewed and then given to the families.

At legal age the government no longer would host their family and the boys were moved to a new location that was much smaller and easier to keep protected. Finally being away from their collective families they got to really learn things about each other. The first two months they didn't really care that they were not permitted to go outside and could only talk to family over webcam or online. It would fade, the number of letters they got everyday had already slowed down so it would get better.

During this time they learnt that they both hated caramel, biking, and the colour red. They also learnt about dealing with each other, this was the first time ever really being together without at least ten people standing between them telling them how to act or what to so. It was relaxing to just be two teenagers kicking around.

They develop pet peeves and habits, they figure out who has to shower first in the morning and who couldn't go to bed with the lights on. A few months in they knew a great deal about each other and finally have come to grips with the fact that they would be together for the rest of their lives. Something must have slipped out or was leaked because a few months after they settled in the press started up again.

Now if this was a lifetime movie this would be the point to cue the inspirational music and feel good clips about the lives they lived and what they did with them. But this is real life, while they started to complete interviews and was paraded around to rally's and conventions it wasn't too bad. It helped even, most of the crazy backed off when they realized they were only normal people like everyone else.

As time went on the boys were permitted in public for longer times an without a bodyguard attached to their hips. Now they just had half a dozen shadows paid by labs and companies for the rights to watch and poke the two men twice a year. They would be just as happy without the assistance but their families needed the money and they couldn't turn away an easy million apiece.

It wasn't until they started to make cameo's in movies and tv shows as themselves that the real problem began. Before this point they had been untouchable, hidden away only few people mostly family in contact but now. They were seen as public desires, everyone wanted to know them or be known by them. It didn't matter if you made eleven dollars an hour or eleven million an hour, the marked two didn't want to see you.

They kept the visiting list to their direct family, but even the visits became tense and reduced. By the time that Dean was twenty-four they had stopped completely. Then the real hate started, hidden from the real world all they got to see was snippets of the news before the channel would change, or bits in the newspaper about the uproar of their treatment started. Random people began to break in, all claiming they were doing it for the two men but it was doubtful.

Without much of anything to two the two had taken sparing up since they had read and watched everything in the house and after so many years of being around one another 24/7 there wasn't that much left to tell one another. The lack of communication from their family was driving them crazy and they were now both well-toned men that no one really wanted to take on and drag from the house.

There had been a few that had offered them temptation, while they had realized years before they were soul mates they knew it was in friendship not romantic or "family" way. Which meant they were a pair of early twenty contained virgins. A few of the females that had attempted to "save them" had been temptations but really it wouldn't have been worth the troubles of staying on the run from everyone.

Two more break ins after a rather close call with military types had them moving again, this time it wasn't a warm welcoming house. It was what they clearly where to those in charge. Lab rats, they were given a twenty by forty room to share. A simple bed and blocked off shower room. A small table and two chairs where what they were given. Meals, books and activities were given daily. It was the worst of the worst.

Both men had trouble finding their appetite and start to loss muscle and fat as their bodies does whatever it takes to keep them alive. It's about two weeks later when the doctors come into the room and start IV drips and start running up close and personal tests. Dean doesn't like anything that is happening, he hasn't for a few years. Ever since his family stopped calling, writing, coming around, everything that they promised they would never do. Since they moved it had all just slowed and died away, at first he thought it had been for the best but then he wondered if they were behind it all.

Perhaps they didn't have any idea, it was really a hope and dream. Neither Dean or Castiel figured they would see their families ever again and really why would they assume that they could. They spend months, possibly a year or two in this cell. Running mazes and pushing buttons before they are freed from their captivity.

Their family has come to save them, front and center is Gabriel, Sammy, Jo, and Anna. The four of them are shocked at the shape they find the two men but do not waste time as Jo and Gabe help them out of their cells and to freedom. Some pockets of fighting Anna and Sam deal with it all. The two marked brothers watching and wondering what had taken place since they left.

Then they are on the road, meeting up with their parents and other family members, Ellen and Mary pull the two found boys into a hug the moment they step over the framework of the door. Tears and soft words are exchanged and then the fathers are stepping forward. The hugs, whispered words, and tears continue into the evening before they head back to sleep.

It wasn't that night that hell rained down on them but it did come. That night came all too soon; John and Mary gave their lives that night to keep Dean and Castiel safe from harm. Castiel held Dean as he wept that night, their marks pressed tight and shared their pain, grief, rage, compassion, empathy, and sorrow. That was the night they knew they could make it right and they had to do it.

It takes planning, they need the right supplies and location. It took months of planning, working around the family, making connections, funds relocation, it was a lot of work but the two had the only task that mattered to them. They knew that Jo had found her bonded, some kid named Andy. Anna and Sam were together it seemed that the Singer-Winchesters were just meant to be. Gabriel was courting some female that he refused to name. They all seemed to be semi settled and the two marked males knew they needed to protect it.

Which is why when the day finally came that everything was in alignment there was no pause, notes to their families placed on the pillows of their bed and they left. Silent and without regret they gathered their supplies and headed downtown. It had just happened to be the board of directors meeting for the company that had felt it necessary to hold them captive then attack and kill Dean's parents. The pursuit didn't stop then, they were still being chased down like dogs. Hence why the others were still passed out back at the hotel they booked the evening before.

Security was a breeze; it of course helped when you had federal badges and the right to carry pretty much anything they wanted. It was all fake but the guards didn't have to worry about that, the elevator ride up was surprisingly relaxing. When they stepped out into the room at the top the voices came to a stop and the two moved into the room further.

"Don't let us stop you," Dean said waving for them to go on and finish whatever they had been about to rant or ramble on about. "We're only here to settle our debts."

"What do you mean young man? Should we know who you are?" an older man at the far end of the table asked and Castiel shook his head.

"That was the wrong answer," with that he pulled his jacket open the bomb strapped to his chest made quite the spectacle but it meant not much of anything without the mixture strapped to Dean. Sure Castiel could take out most of this room but Dean's. Dean always had been brilliant with chemical mixtures.

"Mr. Singer! Is this rea-"

"You seem to know us plenty well now." Dean commented as he unzipped his own jacket and reveled his own companion bomb. The silence held for four seconds before the bargaining and pleading began.

"Silence, since you have taken over ten years of our lives from us and now doomed us to death or a lab we will do the same to you. However this time there is no choice but our choice." Castiel stated as he grabbed onto Dean's arm and with his free hand pressed the button in his hand. The bomb starting with him and ending with Dean.

Nothing mattered in those moments as they were together, they were bonded and together and would be forever. The world floated away as the building started to collapse or really explode. It didn't matter to them and they let the wind take them where they needed to go.

As I told you this is not a happy story. The news had a number of ways to spin this afterwards but it really was just forgotten. Not investigated and slowly but surely the world began to forget about the two male soul mates. The marked men that had given their lives for their families, the men who refused to live as lab rats to a society that was too interested in others' lives. They would not be forgotten, they were passed along the Singer and Winchester blood lines, those close to either of the men spread their tales and years later a few years before Sam and Anna Winchester's death they would sit down with their other brother and sister and write out this story. A story that needed to be told, one that couldn't be pushed under a rug, one that should be seen and talked about.

It was really all that any of them could ask for. Never forget those we lost; and why we fight.

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