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Assistant: Title: Twin Flame
        Author: Geek_Haven Geek_Haven 
        Chapter: 21/21 
        Summary: The history goes as you hit 16, a name appears on the left side of your wrist, under the base of your thumb. It supposedly means that this was the name of the person you were destined to be with, Your soul mate. But you didn't know anything about this person, you didn't who that person was, didn't know whether they were male or female, you didn't know anything about them apart from their name. You don't think you would ever care about it, you didn't think you would ever find them. Until one day...
            
            The history goes as you hit 16, a name appears on the left side of your wrist, under the base of your thumb. It supposedly means that this was the name of the person you were destined to be with, Your soul mate. But you didn't know anything about this person, you didn't who that person was, didn't know whether they were male or female, you didn't know anything about them apart from their name. You don't think you would ever care about it; you didn't think you would ever find them. Until one day...
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            The history goes as you hit 16, a name appears on the left side of your wrist, under the base of your thumb. It supposedly means that this was the name of the person you were destined to be with, Your soul mate. But you didn't know anything about this person, you didn't who that person was, didn't know whether they were male or female, you didn't know anything about them apart from their name.You don't think you would ever care about it, you didn't think you would ever find them. Until one day...
          
        

      
        
          
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    Castiel was frantically packing a bag. He only grabbed two he could easily carry, throwing items into it. He could carry one and Dean could carry the other. He took his laptop, chargers, phone, anything essential that he needed along with his book work. Dean helped him with clothes, taking things out of his wardrobe, putting them into the bag. Much to Castiel’s dismay, none of it was folded correctly, making Dean roll his eyes and say with a huff, “I’ll iron them for you if we get out of this alive.”It didn’t take too long for Castiel to have both his bags packed. Castiel was quiet the whole time, and Dean stole glances at him now and then while he got changed out of his suit into a pair of casual pants and a hoodie. It was the most casual Dean had ever seen him. “You ready to head out?” he asked Castiel once he was sure they were fully packed and he had finished changing. Castiel ran a hand through his hair, glancing around his room. There was still a lot of his stuff here, but nothing important. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to it all once he stepped out of this house. Whether his parents would keep it, allowing him to come and pick it up another time or whether they would get rid of it, meaning Castiel would never see some of his belongings again. “No… But I will. Let’s go.” He breathed out slowly, taking one more look around the place before he opened the bedroom door. Walking down the long stretch of stairs felt like a lifetime and when he got down to the bottom few steps, his father stood there, looking up at Castiel with a blank look, glass in hand. He took one look at the bags in Dean’s hands, looked back to his son, and sighed. “Quick, before your mother sees you… out the back,” he told him, nodding to the back entrance which would take them through the gardens. He hadn’t expected that. Castiel just stared at his father for a moment, tears threatening to spill and he just blinked them away, swallowing around the lump in his throat and nodding his head to his father. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his mother busy in the other room, telling staff where to put things properly. He wiped at his eyes before he cleared his throat and did what his father said, walking past him and to the back of the house. Just as Dean was about to brush past Chuck, the older man grabbed his arm. He moved the sleeve slightly, looking down at the name on his wrist and seeing his son’s name. He looked back up to Dean, looking into his eyes and nodded slightly. “Look after him,” he told him, letting go of his wrist. Dean stayed quiet, trailing after Castiel, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t hear much over the roaring in his head. He was quite glad they would be able to get out of here without fault, but the other part of him wanted to fight, wanted to argue with Castiel’s family and scream and shout at them, tell them how wrong they were about their son. About soulmates. Once they were outside, Castiel allowed himself a deep breath. He wouldn’t feel in the clear until he was out of the house completely, away from his family. He glanced around as they walked through the gardens, shoulders only slightly relaxing as they walked to the tall hedges which would cover them from any windows of the house. He followed the path, which curled around to the side of the house and then he was by Dean’s car. Dean opened the trunk and swung the bags into the back space, closing it shut quickly and moving to the driver’s side. He opened the door, pausing when he saw Castiel looking up at the house and he noticed his brother, Gabriel in the window looking over at them. “Cas…” he murmured, looking over at Castiel’s tense back across the top of the car. He stood there for a moment, Castiel staring up at his brother, and then Gabriel raised his glass through the window with a bittersweet smile, sipping his drink. Castiel exhaled slowly as he turned around and got into the Impala. Dean glanced back up at the window, wanting nothing more than to flip the short brother off with a middle finger but he just ducked into the driver’s side and slammed his car door shut, turning on the engine and high tailing it out of the driveway as quickly as possible, his tires screeching across gravel and onto the road.-- Non-stop phone calls. All he was receiving from his mother was nonstop phone calls and voicemails. He listened to the first few, her voice raising hell down the line, screaming at him to come back and to stop being so foolish. There was one from Anna as well, he hadn’t listened to it yet, wasn’t sure he could. Dean had offered to listen to them for him, but Castiel declined the offer with a shake of his head. They had gone to Dean’s place; it was the first time Castiel had actually seen it. It felt crazy, that here he was for the first time and had nowhere else to go. It should have been a happy moment, seeing Dean’s place for the first time. It was, for a short while, until everything else came crumbling down with the multiple calls his mother gave him just as he stepped through the door. He wondered how she found out he had left, whether she had gone looking for him or whether his father or brother had broken the news to her. He wondered about her reaction, whether she was quiet, ever the leading actress of poise and grace, or whether she lost it, screaming, and shouting, tearing the place down with all the decorations she had made the staff put up. How she would have had to tell Anna and her family that their son had ran off with his soulmate who just so happened to be a man. He didn’t think she would have told them that part. Dean had given Castiel some space. He had shown Castiel around the place briefly, the living room, kitchen, bathroom, his room, and the spare room. He tried not looking disappointed when Castiel had wondered into the spare room and sat down on the edge of the bed. They hadn’t slept together since that first time all the way back at that masquerade party. They had barely even kissed since then, just met up for coffee dates, stolen glances and soft touches here and there but nothing more. He left him to it in that room for a while, putting the bags down on the floor by the end of the bed and going over to the living room. He had texted Charlie, informing her about what had happened and she called him back straight away. “YOU WHAT? YOU STOLE THE GROOM FROM HIS OWN ENGAGEMENT?” Charlie shouted down the phone. Dean huffed slightly, pulling the phone away from his ear as she shouted, and he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly, I didn’t steal him, Charlie. It wasn’t even my idea… It was his. I just… helped him escape,” he shrugged. “Wow… That’s… Wow. I did not see that coming. I normally see those types of things coming, but this, this I did not see coming. So, what, are you guys fugitives now, on the run or something?” she asked, sounding way too excited. “We are not fugitives Charlie, we aren’t wanted and we aren’t on the run. We didn’t do anything illegal. Castiel wanted out of the situation he was in, a domestic shall we say, and I helped him leave the messed-up environment he was in. That’s all,” he told her. “So, what happens now? He going to live with you?” Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I don’t know, maybe? He’s set himself up in the spare room, he can stay if he wants to. I mean, it’d be cool if he did, I mean, he’s my soulmate right? So, it would happen eventually, would have liked it to be under different circumstances but… Yeah, unless he wants his own place, then I ain’t going to stop him.” “Alright… Well, keep me updated. You know where I am if you need me. Laters,” she smiled happily and hung up. Dean put the phone down and sighed softly, glancing over to the direction of where the spare bedroom was. He couldn’t hear any movement, so he figured Castiel wasn’t unpacking. He bit his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth before he slapped his thighs and got up from where he was sitting and went over to investigate. He knocked on the door frame, the door slightly open, and he pushed the door and saw Castiel in the same place he had left him when he got here, on the edge of the bed. He sighed and moved into the room, sitting down next to him, hesitating for a moment before he put his hand on top of Castiel’s. “You okay?” Castiel looked up at Dean at that question and shrugged slightly. “I don’t really know what to do now,” he admitted, glancing down at the ring on his finger and twisting it. “She’s going to cut me off. That’s what one of the voice messages said, she’s going to cut me off, I won’t be taking over the business, unless I go back and fix what I’ve done,” he told Dean, telling him what she had screamed down the phone at him on voicemail. “Sh@t…” Dean cursed, his thumb rubbing the back of Castiel’s hand and he looked down as he twisted the ring on his finger. The sight of the ring made his insides twist, knowing it didn’t belong to him and it showed him how close he was to losing this, losing him. “I mean… I know I don’t have a luxurious mansion with staff and fancy wine and caviar for breakfast but… We’ll figure it out? I work two jobs… I’m sure you can find something you want to do… You didn’t like the Law Firm that much as it was, did you? You said you had wanted to go into something different… Well, think of this as your chance. They’ll try and take away everything from you… Your fancy suits, your position in the family business, your money… But there’s one thing they can’t take from you,” he murmured, lifting his other hand and he tapped his index finger to Castiel’s temple. “They can’t take this from you… You’re smart. You’ll figure it out. We will figure it out. Together,” he murmured. And that’s what they would do. Figure it out. Day by day.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Thinking of whether this should be the last chapter or not, it's been fun writing, this has been my first actually long / finished fic. Please let me know what you thought about the fic!'
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