Tattoos On The Skin

Castiel

Castiel laid on his bed as he stared at the ceiling. For him, it was a common hobby. He didn't enjoy watching television simply because of all social situations it showed; it made him more upset than usual about it.

A lock of dark brown hair landed on his forehead. He raised his right hand to it, making a scissor motion to it. Maybe I can get a haircut soon, he thought quietly. His hair was getting so long it could reach his eyes. Castiel glanced down at the tattoo on his left forearm; he regularly did this. Seeing the words didn't bring comfort to him. The scratchy print just reminded him how upset he was about his parents.

Cas heard a faint knocking on the door. "Castiel, honey?" Said his mother's sweet voice. He didn't respond. He wasn't supposed to be awake, or have his light on. Oh crap, he thought. Cas quickly grabbed his thick blanket, covered his head, and waited.

"I think he's asleep, sweetheart." His father's voice said behind the door. There was a small creaking sound as Cas's door was opened. We need to fix my hinges soon, he thought to himself.

"See? I told you I was right." His father, Justin, said. "Well, we need to remind him to start turning off his light. It makes me suspicious that he's not getting the proper sleep he needs!" His mother's high pitched voice raised at the end.

"You're just overrecting." His father's voice sounded slightly irritated. "Excuse me?" Cas felt himself tense a little. His parents rarely argued, but it was never near him. It was uncommon for them to bicker, but during both bickering and arguing his mother's voice never got that icy.

"I'm overreacting? Have you never looked at how we're raising him? For Christ's sake, he's never gotten to see his own clock!" His mother, Naomi, loudly whispered.

"He's turn out fine though! At least he hasn't fallen in love with the wrong person." His father's words dripped with malice and bitterness. Castiel could feel the tension in the room. This was a subject he only heard about once, and that was a year ago when they were talking about 'only a year left'; even then he had been eavesdropping outside their door. Not having them whisper-argue in his doorway. Falling in love... Could his clock and tattoo, the words from his soulmate, be related?

"You promised not to bring her up." His mother's voice trembled. He heard a sniffle, then he heard their clothes rub against each other, probably hugging. Her? Who's 'her'? Castiel thought quietly to himself. He kept his breathing regulated and he thought about his mother not loving his father. It seemed impossible! They were the perfect couple! They did equal work and were both caring,and generous, and loved to read, and... The list went on his head.

"I'm sorry, hun. I just... I still get nervous he'll make the same mistake and not look at the person's arm to make sure it matches their first words. It makes me incredibly anxious knowing both our families have a history for having common words between soulmates. Just look at ours as proof, Nam.." His father barely got it out. His voice was warbly.

"I'm sorry I overreacted. I'm just scared of what will happen within the next day." His mother quietly said. He heard them both sigh, and got the sensation they were staring at him. I have to ask what my clock is! Castiel determinedly thought. On the opposite side of this situation was his future soulmate, Dean Winchester, thinking, when the fuck is this gonna happen?