A/N: Hello readers, and welcome to 48 Hours. I made this because my mind decided to write a story with Castiel having amnesia (not like in the story, though-through another way) and also mysteriously losing his powers as an angel as well. Forgive me, but ever since I started writing in the present tense, I have had the friggin'est hardest time trying to write back normally in the past tense, so forgive me for those errors :P Hope you enjoy the story, though!
All mistakes are mine, obviously, 'cuz I'm human.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of its characters.
Allons-y!
Why was he here? Castiel felt that he should be somewhere else, but he couldn't tell where. Moreover, why couldn't he remember anything? Castiel glanced around, eyeing people on the street; they didn't seem to take notice of him. Castiel opened his mouth to speak but no words came out-he didn't know what to say. He dug through his pockets and took out a cell phone, puzzled when a number was already dialed. Castiel was about to hang up when a voice came on the other side.
"What's up?" A male voice asked on the phone. "What do you need Ca-"
"I'm sorry, my phone called you by mistake," Castiel interrupted, "I am sorry to bother you…wait, you know my name?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Yeah, Cas. It's me, Dean. You okay?"
"I…don't know," Castiel replied. "I don't know who you are, but you know me. Am I correct?"
"Yes," Dean said on the other side, sounding suspicious now. "Cas, if this is a joke-"
"It is not a joke, I assure you," Castiel said hastily. He did not want to lose somebody who would help him. "I don't wish you alarm you."
"Alarm me?" Dean said and then gave a laugh. "Cas, I'm kinda worried right now. Where are you?"
Castiel glanced around at his surroundings, noting a supermarket nearby. "I am in front of a story name Fuzzy's. I do not know why they would name a story Fuzzy's."
"Alright, well that's nearby. Just hang out on a bench and I'll come by," Dean said.
"Thank you," Castiel replied and then hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He took to sit at a nearby brown bench in front of the store and watched as people passed by. Who was this guy named Dean? The name was extremely familiar, but Castiel couldn't place how he knew the name. A black Chevy Impala arrives not too later and a man (Dean, Castiel presumed) stepped out. Castiel immediately stood up.
"So uh, what's goin' on, Cas?" Dean asked, glancing at Castiel. "Heaven give you a break?"
"Why would I be in Heaven?" Castiel questioned, frowning. "I am not dead, am I?"
Dean's face morphed from confused to appalled. "You… really don't remember anything?"
Castiel glanced at the ground, ashamed at seeing Dean's hurt expression. "I do not."
Dean gave a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, wow," Dean said, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Well, what is the last thing you remember?"
Castiel frowned, thinking hard. "I was in a house, searching for something, and then this lady appeared, but I do not think she was nice. She said something about forty-eight hours remaining and then I blacked out."
Dean frowned and folded his arms. "You're telling me you went into a dark house, alone?"
Castiel blinked. "That is what I remember."
Dean muttered something under his breath and then motioned Castiel to follow. "Get in the car, Cas. We have a lot to discuss."
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Dean and Castiel entered the house soon after and Sam glanced up from the book he was reading.
"Hey Cas," Sam greeted, and stood up.
"Don't bother," Dean said, throwing his keys on the table. "We have an A.W.A. on our hands."
Both Castiel and Sam turned to Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes. "An Angel with Amnesia," Dean clarified and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. He came back to the living room to see Sam and Castiel in the same spot.
"Do you know what happened?" Sam asked Dean.
"Well, somebody tampered with the poor guy's memory because he doesn't remember anything, not even being an angel," Dean said and sat on the couch.
"I don't think I am an angel, Dean," Castiel said, frowning.
Dean sighed and glanced at the ceiling. "Cas, I know it's hard to believe, but you have angel mojo in you and you're an angel of the Lord as you put it."
"That's not what I mean," Castiel said and Dean turned in the sofa to look at Castiel. "I believe you that I am, or was, an angel. But physically I feel quite…human."
"How would you know?" Dean asked.
"My stomach keeps making this rumbling sound," Castiel replied. "Ever since I arrived at that store."
Sam glanced over at Dean with a pointed look.
"So you're hungry," Dean said and stood up. "Anything else we should know about?"
Castiel frowned. "I do not think so."
"No wounds or anything?" Sam asked.
Castiel shook his head in response. "If this is too much trouble for you two-"
"No, it isn't Cas," Sam interrupted, holding out a hand. "We'll be glad to help you." Sam paused and then pointed to the sofa. "Why don't you have a seat with Dean. I'll make you something to eat."
"Thank you," Castiel replied and went over to the couch to sit. Dean stood standing up, glowering over at Castiel.
"Have I done something wrong?" Castiel questioned, glancing over at Dean. "I do not understand why you look upset."
"I'm not upset," Dean said quickly and waved a hand. "I'm just trying to figure out who could have done this to you."
"Oh," Castiel replied and then went back to looking at the floor.
Dean sighed and walked over to the couch and sat by Castiel. "We'll figure this out, Cas, I promise you."
Castiel glanced over at Dean. "I appreciate you helping me."
"That's what friends do, Cas," Dean said, glancing back at Castiel. "We help each other out."
A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter. Not much, I suppose, but I think it's okay. This'll be a short series-10 chapters top. I just need something to get my muse running.
If you have ideas, share them! I'd be happy to use them! :D
Until next time! *salutes*