.:Chapter 1:.

It had been two weeks since Castiel was admitted to the hospital. The friendly nurse at his side held the clipboard in her arms and began reading off a list of basic questions. Things he saw and things he felt at the moment. Cas had complied the best he could and only began to falter when she began the questions involving people and those who had visited him. The boy didn't really enjoy theses types of questions purely because it was evident he was supposed to be remembering much more then he was right now. The nurse had mentioned how people who claimed they were his siblings had visited him while he slept and occasionally while was awake. He enjoyed hearing the mostly empty threats of one brother of his in particular. This brother, who's named continued to escape him, had a habit of waltzing in and demanding to see Castiel and would do so even if it had to scale through one of the windows in the room to sneak in and see him. The rowdy brother of his would also, on the occasions he wasn't caught, would try and sneak in a few of the treats he remembered Cas having liked before the accident.

As soon as Dean had gotten the call from the hospital he had dropped everything to run to his side. He couldn't believe what the nurse on the phone had told him. Amnesia… Amnesia caused by severe head trauma.

Dean had rushed to Cas' side just as the nurse was leaving the darker haired boy's side after attending to the stitches and scratches still littering the boy's body yet healing thanks to the medications he was being given. An Iv in the boy's arm keeping him comfortable as it also had continued to pump medications for the pain. This was breaking Dean's heart.

Through out the two weeks since the accident Dean had come to visit a few times, but Cas had always had a hard time remembering who this other boy was. Something in the back of his head had continued to nag him. He knew the boy who kept visiting him with that heart broken look. That dirty blonde that was always messily spiked was oddly familiar but the puffy red eyes from what he had suspected to be tears and little to no sleep where not something he could recall on the boy's face.

Dean Wincester. Castiel's boyfriend of before the accident, sat next to the boy and held a necklace out. A simple little shape, but of shiny silver color. He held in front of the boy's face and gingerly asked "W-What do you think of when you see this?"

The boy on the bed gave a small noise of distress in tieback of his throat as he made an attempt to dig for memories of the necklace. Anything at this point. The more he dug for the memories the bigger of a headache he had started to fell. "I… used to wear it?" Castiel asked gingerly, afraid at the point in his recovery to get the answer wrong. Without much thought Cas had moved a hand to where the necklace used to sit. A dangerously natural movement for him since the other had first given the necklace to him.

"Yes. That's good Cas. You're doing good. Why did I give it to you? Cas? Do you remember?" Dean asked, keeping his voice soft and light hearted, knowing answering these questions was a struggle for his clueless boyfriend. His entrancing green orbs practically sparkling with hope that the necklace would trigger at least something.

"Was it a birthday?" Castiel asked, tilting is little head ever so slightly to one side as he tried to remember. A nurse who had entered the scene mostly undetected save for a tiny glance from the boy on the bed was practically squealing with aw at the two from behind the clipboard she held to her face. Her face turning a bright red from trying to hold her noises back.

The Winchester boy merely sighed softly and shook his head. "No… It wasn't." Dean said softly. It was at this point, and with a great deal of silent guilt, he would decide no to tell Cas the real reason he was given the necklace. He wanted to tell him. God, he felt he needed to let the other know why the necklace was so important, but he just… needed Castiel to remember for himself.

Castiel had immediately sighed heavily upon hearing he got the answer wrong. This was beyond frustrating for him. All these little fragments of what he thought were memories dancing around in his head but really no way of knowing if they were real or simply just things his mind had made up to fill in the missing pieces. "It was a gift though?"

"Yes, it was a gift. A very special one." The blonde one answered softly. Taking great care in keeping his voice soft and light hearted was beginning to be a struggle at this point. His frustrations were growing but he knew it was not Castiel's fault and he couldn't blame him for not remembering. The poor thing had taken a direct hit in the accident.

Memories of the two boy's bodies pressed together on the cooling hood if the Impala, affectionately named Baby of all things. As lovingly pressed to Dean's side with his head on the boy's chest as fireworks burst loudly in the skies above them. Dean taking Cas' amused gaze locked on the colorful explosions to slip the necklace chain around the boy's neck. The thought of Castiel not remembering this moment was breaking Dean's heart.

The dark haired boy quietly watched Dean's hopeful smile fade and began to feel a frown find it's way to his lips. He really didn't enjoy Dean's upset expression. it would kill him if he had to see it any longer. "A special gift? Was it… an anniversary gift?" He pressed further. He need answers one way or another!

"Well, kinda?" Dean frowned and put his hand gently over Castiel's which sat in the boy's lap. The contact made Castiel look up the other curiously before Dean opened his mouth to speak. "Maybe… we should call it a day. I'll come back tomorrow and see if anything crosses your mind or something, ok?" Dean did his best to smile a bit to the other but the idea of leaving his angel and Cas not being able to chirp up with an adorable little "I love you, Deanie Weanie" was just about to shatter his heart to pieces.

The smaller framed boy with the IV instantly chirped up. "I… no... please." Those words were quiet but held more weight that Cas had thought they could. He didn't want to be left alone in this room. It was too quiet, except for the quiet beeps of the heart monitor. The beeps on it spiking ever so slightly as Cas' panic of being left alone hadn't gone undetected. The boy's amused and concentrated look had immediately switched to an expression of pure panic at possibly being left alone. He wasn't ready for this. Not when some of his memories had shown a possibility of returning. He couldn't let the other go.

"Cas, you need to rest. Who knows. A good night's sleep could be good for you. It may help." Dean insisted with a sink at the other as he moved to pick his jacket up from the back of his chair.

After his goodbyes for the night Dean left the room and made his way to the Impala. Once in the driver's side he found it difficult to start the engine and leave. The image of the other boy's panicked expression pulling at the heart strings he had tried to hide away during this difficult time. After a few minutes of fighting the urge to waltz back into the building Dean start the car and made an attempt to step on the gas to leave. He couldn't. As if an invisible force had halted his foot on it's way down to the gas. He couldn't do it. He couldn't leave the other.

With a small hiss of a curse Dean made a move to turn the Impala off but instead paused with his hand on the key to look up to the windows of the building. He had remembered which window the other's little head would occasionally poke in and out of and immediately his eyes had locked on it. "Goodnight, Cas." Dean had whispered to himself.

The nurse that had been assigned to Cas for the duration of his stay, which was also the one who had been swaddling a minute or so before was not attending to him wounds and IV. With a small check list written down on a piece of paper she had gone down the list about how Cas was feeling. His pain from the wounds, if he were conformable, hungry, tired, needed to the bathroom, or just needed something to do until he had fallen asleep for the night. Normally a patient like him would be assigned at least two or three nurse to periodically check on him but someone in the party who often visited Cas had opted to request one nurse or doctor to attend to him in the hopes of cutting down the stress of having to remember too many other faces besides the ones he was already trying to remember from before the accident.

Dean, being thoroughly exhausted from spending practically every waking hour of of his days worrying and stressing over Castiel's condition had soon found himself practically passed out in the driver's seat. The Impala's engine put to sleep for the night far before he had fallen asleep. The two slept peacefully, for the most part, in the parking lot right there on the hospital. A few of the late night nurse's had long given up the fight to keep the two separated when visiting hours were over and would in all honesty rather not start a fight with the blonde when it came to his request to see the fragile boy with no memories. They had already tried the first week or so, two of the doctors receiving black eyes and had feared to receive more if they continued to keep the two apart.

..:To be continue... :..