A/N So I started this, I hope you guys like it. Please Review on how you like it so far. This story goes to the song "She doesnt get it" By The Format (changed to a he, obviously)

"So where exactly is this bitch?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes on the road. Sam was sitting in the back, while Cas finally was riding shotgun. Castiel thought about it for a second, then calmly answered, "She should be approximately an hour from here, which is 60 miles straight. You are going fairly fast, Dean. You should slow down or we'll crash."
"No I'm not, and I won't. I always drive this fast. You're just too slow" Dean laughed, not even bothering to think about slowing down. He didn't have to listen to Cas about his driving. It was his car for pete's sake. In reality, Cas was the more inpatient one. He hated driving in the car with them. He always wanted to just poof places. Dean knew it would be easier if they all just poofed with him, but he liked to drive with Cas. He loved spending time with the angel, in a non-gay way. He and Cas were just buds, and he liked it that way.
At the moment, the trio were on their way to take down a witch. She had been killing multiple people in her town, so they had to go take her down. Dean missed all these stupid little jobs. He was too conflicted with other things to do little things like this. He knew he would have to go back to all the crap with the angels and the demons, but for now he just had to enjoy being with his two favorite people. This was such an easy hunt, it almost hurt. They could just kill her and be out. Then Dean could eat pie and drink beer with his brother. And Cas, if he wanted to, but these days he was always busy doing something else. He agreed to help on this one, since Dean asked nicely. They didn't need the help, Dean knew that Cas should spend time with them every once in awhile.
"So..All we have to do is kill her and leave, right?" Sam asked. He obviously was only asking that to stop the awkward silence. Dean sighed, "I don't know. Maybe we'll have a tea party first."
"I was just asking. Sometimes it's more than that. You never know Dean" Sam added. Dean rolled his eyes, "Just shut up and let me drive."
The majority of the ride consisted of constant bickering between the brothers, while Cas silently sat in his seat. Dean had no clue what he was thinking about. Cas was so hard to read. You would think something as powerful as him would let him emotions free all the time. But he never usually did. It hurt Dean sometimes. He'd like to know what the angel was thinking. He had gotten to talk to him a couple times recently.
Dean could hear light snoring from the backseat, so that meant Sam was sleeping. This would be a good time to talk to Cas. "Hey Cas, what are you thinking about?" He quickly turned his eyes to look at him, then shifted them back to the road. Castiel was silent for a few seconds.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You're awfully quiet for thinking about nothing. There has to be something."
"I'm not thinking about anything. It's simple. My mind is just blank at the moment. I am just resting."
"Well then. If you think of anything, you tell me, got it?" Dean smiled. He chuckled slightly, "Too bad Sam fell asleep, we're almost there. He'll miss the fun."

Castiel tilted his head, "Why wouldn't we wake him? Aren't these hunts supposed to be with you two?"

"I was joking, Cas. I'll just wake the bitch up when we get there."

Castiel nodded in understanding.

After what felt like years, they reached the witch's house. Dean opened the door and slammed it loud enough so Sam could wake up. Sam bolted upright and hit his head on the top of the car. "Jeez Dean. A simple, wake up, would really help."
"Sorry, Sammy, But we have shit to get done." Dean strolled to the door of the Witch's house. It was so easy. They knew exactly where she lived, who she was, it was one of the advantages of having Cas in the group. He made research about 500 times easier.
"So do we knock and when she opens the door, we kill her?" Cas asked. The way he asked seemed so innocent. Castiel was such an awkward being. It was adorable. Not in the gay way. The kitten kind of way, though that was still sort of gay sounding in Dean's head.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts. Castiel took that as if he was saying no.
"So we talk to her? What do we say? I am not very fond of talking to strangers."
"We just go in and wing it." Dean smirked, and fixed his jacket.
"I think we should go with Cas. We can't risk talking to her. She seems very dangerous. We should just get the job done already." Sam walked next to Dean. The three of them just awkwardly stood at the front door of the witches house.
"Do you guys usually stand and wait for someone to answer? Or do you kick the door open?" Castiel asked.
"Depends on my mood." Dean winked
"What mood are you in, Dean?"
"For pete's sake." Sam sighed and loudly knocked on the door. They waited a few seconds.
A woman opened the door. She was beautiful, and she had an incredibly hot body, if you asked Dean. He looked her up and down quickly, she would be dead already, so why not enjoy the view while it lasts. The boys rushed into her house before she could respond.
"Dean, do we kill her now?" Castiel whispered a little too loud. The witch gasped. She was infuriated.
"Kill me? Who do you assholes think you are? Get away from my house." She stamped her foot.
"We're here to kill you because you're a witch." Castiel said, completely oblivious. Dean tried his hardest not to laugh. It was just too much.
"Excuse me? You guys are hunters, aren't you? Leave me alone. I did my business. I'm done. So just go away." She put her hands on her hips.
"Listen, you did the crime, you pay the price. Just sit back and enjoy the last moments of your life." Dean put his hand in his pocket, where his knife was resting. He gripped it and waited for the right moment.
"Listen to me. If you just leave me alone, I promise I won't do anything bad. If you even touch me, you'll regret it." She seemed serious. Dean handled bigger bullshit than this, so he just simply went for the kill. He took out the knife and stabbed her in the heart. She screamed, and started to chant loudly. Dean didn't understand what she was saying, but as she fell to the ground, she wouldn't stop until her eyes closed.
"Dean! What the hell. Do you even know what she was chanting?" Sam yelled.
"No. And I honestly don't care." Dean shrugged, "We killed her. That's all that matters."
"You don't care? What if she put a death curse on you? Cas, can we bring her back and see what she was chanting."
"That's bullshit Sam! She had her chance. Just leave it." Dean rolled his eyes.
"This is serious." Sam stated.
Cas sighed and touched his fingers to the witch's forehead. She jolted back up.
"What the hell was that? Do you think it's fun to kill someone and bring them back less than a minute later? Did you finally realize how douchey you were being? At least keep me dead if you're going to kill me." She rolled her eyes.
Sam grunted in anger, "What did you chant at Dean? None of us could tell what you were saying."
"You brought me back to life after about 30 seconds to know the spell I cast on him? You could have just looked it up."
"You were talking too fast. We have no clue what you were saying. I just want to know if you did anything bad to Dean."
She smirked, "It wasn't anything bad. How about this. I'll repeat it for you, but you would have to let me live. And let me do it to either of you" She pointed to Cas and Sam. Dean didn't like the sound of any of this. He would rather just deal with whatever she gave to him. Now Sam or Cas had to sacrifice themselves. People just did not like to listen to Dean.
"I'll do it." Cas said confidently, "You can do the curse on me."
Sam shook his head, "No. I'll do it. We don't want to take any chances with you, Cas."
Cas opened his mouth to disapprove, but the witch sighed loud enough to stop him. "Okay, I'll do it to the giant. Someone should have their phones out to record it. I'm going to regret this. But as long as you people don't kill me again. Dying is not fun." The three of them nodded and Sam mentally prepared himself.
Dean didn't like any of this at all. They were just supposed to kill her and leave, not go through this. Dean took out his phone so he could record what she was saying. She recited the same chant as she did before, this time on Sam. Once she was done, Dean dropped his phone.
"There? Happy? Now leave." The witch pushed her hands on Sam and Dean's backs trying to push them out the door. Castiel followed behind her to catch up.
"Wait wait." Dean turned around. He was fairly close to the witch, and he felt his insides tingle. He hated having to go against hot witches. He felt bad having to waste such beautiful beings. Though he was sure their souls were ugly sons of bitches. His eyes couldn't help but move down while they were that close, but he instantly brought them back up. He smiled.
The witch looked incredibly disgusted. She pushed Dean away from her, "First of all, you just killed me, don't get all flirty. Plus, I'm a lesbian, so you have no chance."
Dean looked over to Cas, whose head tilted to the side like it always did. He didn't know why he was so tempted to look at him after she said that. It was almost instinct. Cas looked back at him and straightened his head. Dean raised his eyebrows slightly. He and Cas always did this. Dean wanted to look away, but he just couldn't. He couldn't take his eyes off him.
The girl looked at the two of them and laughed. "So he's your boyfriend, isn't he? That's cute. I'd love to see you two stare at each other, but I'm having company over later." She looked serious. Dean knew that he couldn't let her live, even if he promised to. It was too dangerous, she could kill people again. Dean turned his head back to her and nodded. "We'll get out of your hair."

She sighed in relief. The three walked out of the door, Sam leaned to Dean ear, "What the hell."

Dean smirked as the witch slammed the door behind them. The trio walked back to the impala. Sam scratched his head, "I thought we were going to kill her? Why are you letting her go?" He said angrily.

"Do you know me at all?" Dean walked back over to the door of the house and knocked. He waited for a while and there was no answer. He knocked again, and finally she opened the door, "Why the hell are you still here? I told you to get lost"

"I dropped my phone, can I go get it?" Dean asked. She rolled her eyes annoyingly and let him in. She turned her back to walk into her kitchen, when Dean pushed the knife through her back.

"That's for doing whatever the hell you did to me and my brother, bitch." He pulled it out and she fell to the floor. He whistled as he strolled over to where his phone was and pick it up. It was a piece of cake. Though Dean prefered pie.

He walked back to the others and sat inside the Impala with them. He turned the car on and started to drive out of her driveway. He chuckled, "How about we go out for some pie to celebrate?"

"I would like that." Cas said calmly, this time he sat in the backseat. Dean nodded, "There. We're going out for pie!"

Sam sighed, "I'm not going to go with you guys. I have to research on that chant the witch said."

"Fine, I'll drop you off at the motel. Cas and I can go by ourselves. Right, Cas?" Dean looked behind him quickly while he was still driving.

"Yes."

"Good."
They reached the motel and dropped Sam off. Cas moved to the front seat and buckled himself in. He didn't need to, being an angel, but he did it anyway. Dean started to drive to where he saw a diner earlier.
"How come you want to go for pie when you don't eat?" Dean asked, to start conversation. Cas shrugged, "I don't need to eat. I can if I wanted to."
Dean mouthed a silent of and shifted his eyes to the road. That was what was most important, the road. He didn't want to get them into a car crash.
He pulled into the diner. "Crap I need to piss. Save us a seat" Dean got out of the car and ran into the bathroom. Castiel smiled to himself.

Dean was taking a long time in the bathroom. He usually went to the bathroom as fast as he could. Castiel was getting a little worried. He had to order apple pie for Dean, since he was taking too long and he didn't want to keep the waitress waiting. It was extremely unlike Dean to not come running when he smelled it.
Dean's pie was going to get cold if he left it there any longer. After a while, Castiel decided to go into the bathroom to check on him. He silently scooted himself out of the booth and walked over to the bathrooms. He had to double check which one was which. It was a good thing Dean told him the difference. It would be very awkward for his male vessel to walk into a female bathroom. It was one of those single bathrooms, and he knew Dean never locks them.
He opened the door slowly. He saw Dean laying on the floor. Castiel ran over to him and checked his pulse. It was a good thing he was alive. This must have been the side-effect of the chant that witch said earlier. Castiel put his fingers to Dean's head, and he sprung up.
"Why are you in the bathroom with me? Who the hell do you think you are, I never invited you. Get out!" He said accusingly. That was weird. Dean never talked to Castiel that way.
"Come on. The pie is getting cold." Castiel said. Dean rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"Dude, I don't care about your pie. I think I may be drunk. I don't remember why I'm here. Or what my name is. So yeah, so away."
This must have been the real side effect. Dean couldn't remember anything. What the witch didn't know, is Castiel could simply bring his memories back. He pressed his fingers to Dean's head, and gave the memories back.
"Dude, what the hell." Dean backed away from his fingers, "I'm pretty sure I don't know you, so leave me alone."
It still didn't work. Castiel decided to call Sam using his phone. He dialed the number, while an angry Dean was still ranting at him.
It rang for a while, then he picked up, "Hello?"
"Sam. I need your help. Dean has lost his memories and I cannot fix them"
"Sam...that's my name okay. You're Castiel right?"
"Yes. I'm guessing you have lost your memories as well."
"I guess so. I just woke up a couple of seconds ago, and I have no clue who I am. Then you called."
"I will be over there with Dean in a few minutes." Castiel closed the phone.
This was going to be difficult.