This shouldn't be such a big deal. Hell, she'd always said she wouldn't care when the time came. But that had been when there was years to go. Now minutes. And definitely not seconds. 30 seconds.
Fuck. There were those butterflies again. No. No. Deanna Winchester didn't get butterflies, she didn't get nervous. This was a trick, of course it was. She couldn't have a soul mate. What kind of joke would that be? A soul mate for a hunter? This was just her timer running out. It had to be.
But as the seconds grew closer to zero, De found herself unable to take her eyes off the little timer on her wrist.
13 seconds for her soul mate to turn up? What was the likelihood of that happening? Running a hand through her hair, she pushed it away from her face and heaved a sigh. She shouldn't be so disappointed
Blank. Nothing but naughts.
Shaking her head, De got up from her seat to grab a bottle of beer when she walked straight into a wall of pure muscle. "Dean what the-". Pausing mid sentence, she looked up at him curiously. Grabbing his wrist, she turned his hand over and looked at his timer. The same as hers.
Letting go of his wrist, she looked up at him, a slightly confused but hopeful look in her eye. Well. Who better for Deanna Winchester, than Dean Winchester?