My SOUL

His wrist had many numbers on his wrist, it wrote of decades, centuries, millennium on his wrist. The numbers almost wrapped around completely until they touched. Some of his brothers were the same, but he didn't understand why had to wait such a large span of time. 'My soulmate... isn't another angel. Then they must be human, not even born yet.' he thought. The number flashed on his wrist as if wondering if fate would truly decide if his soulmate should be born. He lay among Heaven staring at his wrist often, the number would change and drop dramatically in number meaning a closer meeting and then jump again. Time and Fate couldn't make up their mind. Castiel asked his Father once, he asked if his Father knew of the human that would be born and be his soulmate. His Father answered yes, he knew of him, but God wouldn't say anything more than that. Castiel had been overcome with an emotion.. one he would later recognize as joy. If his Father kept such a powerful eye on his future soulmate then they must be important, but for right now.. he would have to wait.

Castiel had waited, he had waited many lifetimes watching the humans below as they found their soulmates, grew old, and finally died. He looked down at his wrist as it had finally shrunk and said only a few hundred years now. His soulmate was closer than ever and all Castiel wanted to do was reach out a touch him. His sat up on the golden gate bridge in a temporary vessel, one that didn't mind because he had no family. Jeremy Rush didn't have anyone to worry about so he had willingly given up his body to an angel, who wouldn't? The red flashing numbers on his wrist suddenly flashed a green and moved faster, they winded down until it only said a wonderful 98 years. He wouldn't to wait long, 100 years didn't seem like anything to an immortal angel. Another joyful emotion hit him, but he still wasn't sure on how to express it so his face remained blank while his soul shined brighter.

When Dean was old enough to understand the numbers on his wrist, he never liked it. He had always wore long sleeve to cover up the numbers that counted down to the day that he met his soul mate. The one person he was destined to be with for the rest of his life. He really wish he could cut off the counter because he rather fall in love with someone on his own and not a timer telling him "well there's your soul mate". And It's not like the moment you fall in love with them (because that would be better because you know the person) It's the moment you see them for the first time. What the hell is that? You don't even know the person and numbers on your wrist are telling you who it is that you love. Even worse is the couple people that he's meet who's counter was already at zero before they found someone. The 'love of their live' was already gone before the chance of meeting them.

Dean always wish since the age of five that the counter was for when you were going to die. Being able to say good-bye to the one that you love before they are gone was way better then to find the one that you are supposed to love. His mother would have had the chance to say good bye to him and that she loved him before she got taken away by the fire.

One point in Deans life he tried to remove the counter.He was sixteen and was moving from school to school with his brother. There was this one guy named Michael that he had meet. They hit it off instantly and had a fling or two. Dean really thought that the numbers on his wrist would be at zero when he checked. But they weren't... and after many failed attempts at taking the numbers off he gave up and continued on with his life.

Many events just flew by after that. Dean and his younger brother got back together to hunt demons and find their missing father. He was so busy with hunts that he never really paid attention to the numbers on his wrist. But the wish for the numbers being a count down to a persons death never went away because his brother ended up dying.

After that he really couldn't take life. He sold his soul to a cross roads demon to bring his brother back. He only had a year to spend with him after that.

When his year was up, his finally looked at his clock again. It was only about 6 months and 2 days away from when he was supposed to meet his match. The day went by with him hunting with his brother for a final time. He tried to run away from the hell hounds in his last moments but failed in the end to get away and was dragged down to hell painfully.

He'd known the minute his soulmate was born, a part of him that felt lost throughout Heaven had finally opened up. That joyful feeling had grown to great heights in the pit of his stomach. He looked at his clock that day and saw on it, it had spun down to approximately 27 years. Soon, he told himself. Soon was his way of getting through the next few years.

It was today that Castiel thought he was being ripped apart, that he was being punished as his wings trembled with pain. He vaguely remembers another angel hoisting him up and dragging Castiel to their father. Through his pain, his Father's voice rang in his ears. "You must save Dean Winchester from the Cage, this you must succeed. Lucifer won't let him go with out a fight." He understood, but he didn't. Why must he save this particular human when his Grace felt like it would be ripped from him. Why wouldn't his Father help him.

He fell, fell to the Cage then fighting his way through bloody hooks and souls screaming for help to get to the human he was supposed to save. Even in the middle of his own pain, Castiel saw the lasting mark he left on Dean. That was the power of his true form, it burned the flesh of mortals that it came in contact with. Only after he had returned Dean's soul from the cage and calmed down did he glance at his wrist, the angry burnt black numbers were back to being red and they slowly counted upwards again until only a small twenty four hours started ticking again. Castiel realized only after he had saved Dean that his clock had calmed down, Dean was his soulmate, his human. Hours after hours Castiel tried to call to Dean, but it seemed that he still couldn't understand. Then Castiel realized that even Dean couldn't handle the sight or his real voice, it saddened him more that he could express. Jimmy Novak ended up being his vessel for their first meeting.

He stepped through the barn doors. "Hello Dean."