Just a short pre-slash ficlet. Slightly sad, but to the point. Spoilers for season 8 finale.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.
"Hey Cas." Dean said suddenly, breaking the thick silence of the Impala. It was just he and Cas hidden in the darkness of the Impala, sitting in wait of- well, Dean wasn't sure yet what it was, but there had been strange disappearances in the area and Dean liked the idea of a stake out in his car. Some burgers, a few slices of pie, and Cas. Besides Sammy, those were the only things that Dean Winchester really needed.
"Yes Dean?" Castiel replied. It had been two months since the angels had fallen, and one month since Castiel had finally found the Winchesters again, beaten, emotional, and overall worse for wear. But he was improving, he really was, especially after a few days of rest and the introduction of coffee to his diet. The scruff on his face shone slightly in the moonlight as he turned his head towards Dean. "What is it you require?" He asks.
"I was just wondering if you remember what Sammy said about the burgers: Were we supposed to bring some to him or was he going to bring some to us?" Dean questioned, looking out the window towards the darkened house they were meant to watch, then looking at Cas.
"I believe." Castiel started, staring at his hands, "That..." He stared a few more seconds, and a brief unrecognizable expression crossed his face. Was it horror? Fear? Confusion? Dean wasn't sure, but it turned out to not matter when his angels face crumpled.
"Oh shit." He murmured, gathering the angel in this arms. "Cas, what's wrong?"
Cas didn't answer, instead balling up his fists in Dean's leather jacket and taking deep breaths, looking horrified once again.
"Cas?" He asked again, holding the angel close and looking down at him. "You okay?"
"Dean." Cas said, looking scared and nervous and terrified. "I don't remember."
And it took Dean a second to realize why that was so scary for the angel, but then he did. Cas had never forgotten anything in his life, and to do it now... It must hurt.
"It'll be okay." He whispered into his trench coat, and prayed that he was right.
Cheer up, season 9 starts soon!