This started as a writing prompt from my friend, Catie. Welcome to a world where, on your 18th birthday, you are given the first words your soul mate will say to you. Your card reads “Welcome to Starbucks. May I take your order?”
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, but adore those guys for all the good they put out into the universe. Also, this was intended to be a one-shot, but I am not opposed to creating a full length story for it. Just let me know your thoughts.
Dean leaned back against the pale, concrete wall outside of his guidance counselor’s office. He closed his eyes and tucked a pale yellow envelope into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. A quiet hiss slipped through his teeth as he ran his right hand through his short, blonde hair in frustration. Son of a bitch…It’s the 24th already. You’d think I’d be more excited about it. God knows that Sammy’s been counting down to this day for weeks now.