carry-on-my-consulting-time-lord:bluelippedlifelesskiss:(So this post is going around:what if tattoo
carry-on-my-consulting-time-lord:bluelippedlifelesskiss:(So this post is going around:what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselvesAnd I thought, well what if when you got a tattoo, your soulmate would have the same tattoo. But you could still mess around and stuff if you wanted to - regardless of if you didn’t have a tattoo yet or if you just had different ones - or you could wait for your soulmate. And you couldn’t go around flashing your tattoo because it’s something private and intimate. And talking about it would be taboo, like talking about your sex life in public. THEN SUDDENLY oops I’m thinking of a Destiel College!AU????????)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~InkedCastiel Novak stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around his hips, securing it tightly. He chuckled lightly at himself, remembering that he still didn’t have a roommate, so there was really no point in covering up, but he left the towel on anyway. He was glad that the senior dorms didn’t have community bathrooms; those were a nightmare. He had shared a room with his brother Gabe last year, which was a terrible idea. Gabe used to find it absolutely hilarious to take Castiel’s towel while he was in the shower, forcing him to run through the dorm hallway stark naked. One time, Gabriel was insane enough to lock the bedroom door on the same day their female RA was doing room checks, and well… Castiel would never forgive his brother for that one.Castiel ran his hands through his short black hair to make sure he didn’t miss any shampoo anywhere. It was the first day of his senior year, and he wanted to do it right. He looked at himself in the mirror. He wouldn’t call himself extremely attractive or anything, but he was nice looking. When he turned to the side, though, he noticed something - was that…ink? He spun around quickly, looking over his shoulder, and gasped. Two large wings, one on each side of his back, were drawn into his skin. Castiel stared blankly at the mirror. Whoa, he thought. He finally had his tattoo. He had, of course, been waiting for this to happen, but he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. He was hoping it would be a smaller one, like his sister Anna’s. She had a flame on her hip. He had never seen it, though. She had been to embarrassed to show him.Castiel turned back around and sighed. Looks like his summer fling wasn’t meant to be with him forever after all, as he suspected. What was her name again? Molly…? Meg! That’s it. She had the number 8 written on the back of her neck. Or was in an infinity symbol? He couldn’t remember. He wasn’t exactly sober when she showed him, too interested in getting more physical and less verbal. Well, that was over now. He had promised himself that once his tattoo appeared, he would stop sleeping around. Not that he was a whore or anything, he just enjoyed feeling wanted - male, female, didn’t matter.Glancing at his watch, Castiel cursed. He had ten minutes to get to class. Great, he thought aloud as he ran out of the bathroom and scrambled to throw on something decent. A white polo and khaki pants would have to do. He checked the schedule he had taped onto the wall next to his bed and grabbed his biology book, a notebook, and stuck a pen behind his ear. He quickly slid his feet into his new Sperry’s, took his wallet off his desk, and ran out the door, hair still wet. Now I’m going to walk in late to my first class, with sex hair. Perfect. ~Unfortunately for Castiel, his biology lab was a small class, so when he arrived late, his professor already knew his name. “And you must be Castiel! How nice of you to join us.” Said his professor, purposely trying to embarrass him, he could tell. He had a thick Scottish accent, and wore all black. Castiel apologized quietly and rushed to the nearest empty seat. It was near the back of the classroom, next to an unfamiliar face. He wouldn’t have cared at all if the stranger hadn’t given him a onceover the second he sat down. Castiel let out a huff, annoyed, and looked at him questioningly. He was not in the mood for some new kid’s bullshit on the first day. The other student simply smirked and whispered, “Nice sex hair.” Before Castiel could retort, the professor began to speak. “Now that we’re all here, we can begin introductions. I’m Professor Crowley, and this is the lab section of your 400 level biology class. Lectures will be on Thursday’s, at the same time – 10am. Um, we’ll go around the room, and you can tell us your name, your major, and something about yourself.”Half of the class let out a groan. Professor Crowley smiled. “Oh, come on, you’re all seniors in here, right? You’ve done this a million times, quit your complaining. One at a time now,” he pointed at a blond girl with glasses in the first row, “you can start us off.” Most students introduced themselves as biology majors, or pre-med. When it was his turn, Castiel kept it simple. “Uh, hi, I’m Castiel Novak. I’m also a bio major, um. Can’t wait to graduate!” That last comment got him a few laughs. Phew. “That’s pretty much it.” Professor Crowley then nodded to the student sitting next to Castiel. He couldn’t wait to hear what this guy had to say about himself. Probably some delinquent, he thought, taking in his appearance. He was average height, average build, and had short dark hair. He wore jeans, boots, and a dark green jacket. Who wears a jacket in the summer? It wasn’t until the student took the pen he was chewing on out from between his lips that Castiel noticed his mouth. Wow. He tried his best not to stare as he spoke.“The name’s Dean Winchester, like the rifle,” he began, cockily. “I’m an engineering major.” Engineer? Odd. “I just transferred here,” Oh, transfer student. “– my family moves around a lot. Haven’t even moved in yet, actually.” Dean chuckled. “Kinda hopin’ to stick around for a while, though. The girls are smokin’.” He winked at the blond in the front row, making her blush furiously. Castiel wasn’t sure if she had fallen for Dean’s bad boy looks or his southern drawl, but made a face that said are you fucking kidding me? at her, anyway. She was too busy giggling to notice. “The guys aren’t so bad, either,” Dean admitted openly, giving Castiel a quick side glance. Castiel pretended he didn’t see it. The class laughed. Professor Crowley raised his eyebrows and shook his head, but didn’t comment. He started writing things on the board. “To keep things simple, the person sitting next to you is your lab partner. Get to know them well; you’ll be responsible for half of each other’s grades. Go on – mingle.”That statement earned the professor another groan. Castiel swore he was grinning at the sound. He must have been making a face again because Dean’s voice startled him.“What?” He asked. “Don’t like this teacher?”“No, I –.” Castiel sighed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be all buddy-buddy with this Dean character. But, what the hell? No harm in having a conversation or two. “He seems like an asshole.” Dean laughed. “Damn straight. I like it.”“You do?” Castiel asked, genuinely confused.“Hell yeah. Asshole teachers let shit slide, ya know? Like when you walked in late today. That’s probably as bad as it’ll get – he’ll sass you, then move on.” Dean was smirking, again. “He didn’t even mention your sex hair.” Castiel coughed. “I didn’t have a chance to dry my hair this morning, that’s all.” Desperate to change the subject, he cleared his throat and put out his hand. “Well, Dean, it’s nice to meet you.”Dean turned toward him, took his hand and shook it. “You, too. Castiel, was it? Castiel. Cas. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.” Castiel flinched subtly at the nickname. Wasn’t it a bit too early for that? He pulled his hand out of Dean’s grip, but not before noticing the bracelet on his wrist and the ring on his finger – right hand, not married. Why is that even relevant? He wondered if he had gotten his tattoo yet. Why is THAT even relevant? “Uh, yeah. I think so, as well.” Dean tapped his pen on the desk, and then put it back in his mouth. Castiel tried not to roll his eyes at him, afraid they’d get stuck if he actually did. “Should we exchange numbers or something?”Castiel turned his head in surprise. Is this guy seriously asking for my number? “You know, since we’re lab partners. I assume we’ll have to do some work together, outside of class, so.”Oh. “Oh, yes. Um, here –.” Castiel pulled out his phone and handed it to Dean to type in his number. Dean took it, seeming quite pleased with himself. After a few seconds, a muffled Led Zepplin began playing somewhere close by. Dean handed Castiel back his phone and rummaged through his own bag, pulling out his phone. “Called myself. Now I’ve got your number, too.” He smiled, and Castiel was glad to hear Professor Crowley dismiss class because god damn that mouth. “Guess I’ll see ya around, Cas.” Dean said, shrugging his bag over his shoulder and leaving the classroom. Cas nodded, making a sound that resembled a response before gathering his things and leaving a moment later. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought. Why was he acting all girly? Do I actually have a crush on – no. No way, he just has a pretty mouth, Castiel reasoned before pushing the subject to the back of his mind. He had some time to kill before his next class, and needed to get the right books anyway, so he decided to go back to his room. Maybe he could play some Tetris – that always helped him relax. But when he got to his floor, he could see that the door to his bedroom was wide open. What the – ? Castiel sped up, wondering what was going on. What he saw made his mouth drop. There, in the middle of his room, was Dean Winchester.[PART II HERE]Oh I love this more than should be humanly possible for whatever reason -- source link