He wanted me and I wanted him. It's as plain as that. But in the morning he blamed everything on me. He didn't want anything of it. He kept saying all these hatred words to be, making me feel something crack inside me. I couldn't take it. He took all his stuff and left. I kicked the bed post. I punched the wall and ran my fingers through my hair. Last night was something else. I'm guessing he was drunk.

But how can he say things about one person then go in the opposite direction? I just-it made me so pissed off. I started screaming in pain and clutched my sides. I whimpered as I tried to stand. I lifted my shirt in the mirror. You can have any tattoo over your body with the same as your soulmate. He was my soulmate. I saw the knife covered in wings tattoo covered in a pinkish color like when you scratch yourself too much. Not blood but just pain.

I felt it again and again. It made me collapse over to the hotel bed. I cried in pain into the sheets. Was this love? How could it play me? He was my soulmate and he didn't want to be with me. He even said to me that he wasn't even into guys. It hit me hard in the chest. My heart was thumping rapidly. I worked my life devoting to meet my soulmate.

I met him in a bar. I was lucky it was a guy. Chicks weren't kind of my thing. But now the soulmate I got doesn't see the profound bond that we have. It makes me upset. It was like love at first sight and I loved it. It was like a fairy tale. He showed me a night of bliss and then he dumped me.

I felt used. And damaged. Definitely damaged. I was barely drunk the whole night as I kept watch on how many drinks I had. He was the one to bring up how he liked me but with the soulmate thing he would never know. Until we were both in bed showing our bliss, we found our tattoo's matched. He was thrilled. But as our bond linked so did our souls. Now that this is happening the bond is being broken slowly.

This was just stage one. Pain. Compared to other stages this was the worst. I lifted my head up and took a breath. Tears still sprang from my eyes. I felt a sinking feeling. I rubbed a hand over the tattoo. Then the new pain errupted. I screamed out his name and started to cry heavily. Stage two was heart break. And it meant literally. I clutched my sides tighter and felt liquid start to drip. I dropped to the floor when I heard a, "Castiel? CAS?!"

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I woke up and saw I was in a hospital room. I looked around. "Dean?" I called out. I got no answer. I unplugged the machines and got out of my bed. I wandered upon the halls. Doctors and patients passed by. I finally found another room called the cafeteria. I popped my head in and I stared among the variety of people. "Whoa..." I whispered. People among people. It was like an ocean. I looked over the crowds, searching for Dean. "Excuse me, have you seen a man named Dean Winchester?" I asked around. People seemed to just stare at me in confusion or ignore me. I kept pushing past people, trying to find my way out. "Dean, where are you?" I whispered.

"Hello? Dean? Dean Winchester?!" I practically screamed. No one gave me an answer. I was about to break down and cry right there. Someone pushed me out of the crowd. I landed on the floor with a thud. I groaned in pain. I remembered the tattoo. I picked up the piece of my shirt and there it was, stitched, dry blood surrounding it. Suddenly I felt two pairs of hands grab me from different ends. One pull left. One pull right.

I was the in between piece. I wasn't needed. Dean told me he needed me. He was proud to be my soulmate. "Dean..." I sounded weak. The left side pulled away and I landed into a pair of arms. I was being spun around to... music? I looked in front of me to see Dean. He twirled me around perfectly and dipped me at the right timing. He gave me his one million dollar wide grin. I chuckled. We ballroom-danced around. I remembered how Dean and I danced at the bar. He was a good dancer as so was I.

"I'm glad you're looking well and fine." He said to me. I nodded.

"Me too." Dean brought my face close and kissed me once. I smiled into the passionate kiss. He pulled back and looked at me into my eyes. His green saucers illuminating my eyes.

"But... sooner or later you need to wake up and hear me out, Castiel." Dean said and let go of me.

"W-What?" I said. The setting changed as Dean still stood beside me. It kept changing to different sceneries before I looked at Dean. "What are you talking about?! And what is this?! What have you done with Dean!" I started to shake him.

"I'm the Dean you imagine and want. But in real life Dean stays beside you, waiting for you to wake up from this slumber. He wants to talk with you. He needs you." The words pierced my heart.

"How do I get out then?" The fake-Dean smirked.

"That's for you to find out." He said, tapping my nose lightly. He suddenly disappeared.

"Hey! Wait! Where did you go?! Dean! NO!" I fell to my knees, putting my head into my hands. This was a nightmare. The fake-Dean told me I was in a deep slumber. But what would wake me from it? I didn't know. I started to hear whispering.

"Cas, wake up, huggy bear, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. This is all my fault..." It kept saying. I saw the setting change to a room with white tiled walls. I looked around and thought, a way, a way out... I ran toward a wall and knocked my fist at it. I screamed at the top of my lungs and kept punching. My knuckles hurting and getting bruised or beaten.

"DEAN!!" I screamed. The wall suddenly broke. I felt the floor slip from me and start falling into an abyss. I screamed in fear. Then I saw a flicker of light, coming from the bottom. My eyes were opening! I was more of stirring. I opened my eyes and adjusted to the placement. A hospital bed. "Dean?" I said through the tube in my mouth.

Dean walked back into the room with my plate of food and placed it down quickly. "Cas?! I'm so sorry!" He ran over to me. "I shouldn't have left! I didn't know what I was thinking!" I chuckled weakly.

"I know Dean, I heard you. It wasn't your fault. How... long was I out for?"

"Two or three days at least. But I missed you so much." I looked down sheepishly.

"I missed you too..." Dean took me in for a kiss, moving the tube for a couple of seconds. Then he put it back on.

"I'm glad I get to do that. But the Doc said you'll need to rest for a couple of days when you wake. But here you are man! I just can't believe miracles can happen..." I smiled.

"Yeah... I guess so." I felt the area of my tattoo glow with warmth and love. It was pleasant feeling. It's better than being in pain.