He could still remember the day. Every word, every look, every crisp, was just as fresh in his mind now as it was then, over a year ago.

"Dean," He'd said to him, in his usual serious manner. "I want to do this."

Dean shook his head. "Cas… you'd be… giving up everything."

"I wouldn't be giving up you," He reminded him. He paused. He was so sweet.

"Will it hurt you?"

"Yes,"

"What should I do what you get down?"

"Just take me in," He explained, "I'll become extremely suggestible, just tell me everything outside of being an angel. I won't be able to get rid of my wings, but I'll be able to bind them with a spell and my grace will be gone. The rest of the details about us won't have trouble coming back,"

"How can you be sure?" He'd asked him.

"I can't," he said honestly, "But I have to do this. I love you."

Dean smiled softly back at his clear blue eyes. "I love you, too."

He remembered he vanished then, and he found him just a little while later, having landed a few miles away. He remembered he was hurt… and scared. But Castiel did remember. Everything aside from being an angel. Dean smiled to his reflection in the mirror. I was glad he fell for me, Dean thought, Otherwise I wouldn't be here right now.

Dean studied his reflection in the tall mirror. It was an odd sight, he thought. His own self, decked out in a real, expensive suit, his hair actually clean and his face looking more rested than it really looked… ever. He couldn't decide if it was good weird or bad weird, but it barely looked like him. He adjusted his black tie nervously. This was insane. I mean, it was what he had wanted since that day all those years ago, but totally insane. Still, it felt like a blurry, confusing dream. He wasn't sure if he wanted it or not, which scared him, frankly. Of course I do, he reminded himself. Of course. You love him. You love him.

Just then, the door behind him opened. Dean whipped around to see Sam grinning as he entered the little room. He was in a suit, too, but he was wearing one of the cheap suits they'd used to seem like FBI. He shook his head slowly at the sight of his brother.

"Wow," he said.

"Shut up," Dean replied.

"No, it looks… great." Sam told him. "Are you nervous?"

"Of course I'm not nervous, why would I be?" Dean scoffed in reply. He was lying, of course.

"Well, you are getting married. That doesn't scare you?" Sam pressed. "No second thoughts, I hope?"

Dean thought for a moment before he turned back to the mirror, seeing his brother behind him. "No," He said honestly. "No, I've known what I wanted from the start. I want this."

"I believe it," Sam said. He crossed his arms. "You know, I knew it from the start."

"Yeah, right," Dean replied, rolling his eyes.

"It's true. The way you looked at him. The romantic tension was just crippling, I've suffered for this."

Dean laughed slightly, and Sam smiled back. His voice softened, "It's been a long time since you've been this happy," he confessed.

Dean shrugged. "Things are looking up, Sammy," He told him. He looked away for a moment, before asking. "Did everyone show?"

"All the hunters, all the friends, everyone we still know who's, well, still alive." Sam told him. Dean nodded.

"Good," he hesitated, his heart pounding against his chest. "I guess I'd better get out there."

"I guess you better," Sam agreed. "I'll meet you out there." Then Sam turned and left the small building that he changed in. Dean straightened his back and looked into the mirror, leaving a determined look on his face. "Guns blazing," he whispered to himself.

The ceremony was outrageously short. Garth had come in from whatever he was doing to read the vows, which he wrote himself, which may not have been the best idea. Still, the two men couldn't be brought down as green eyes stared into blue and Garth grinned brightly and read whatever oddities he wrote. And admittedly, it wasn't all that bad.

"Do you, Cas, promise to kick the ass of any monster that comes between the two of you, climb up from Hell and save him if he's the one down there, and take him to heaven without dying hopefully; To love him in sickness and in health, if and when he's a demon, werewolf, vampire, or any other spooky shit that he may become; Do you swear to remain together in good times and through the apocalypse itself and be the one to sell your soul if he ends up dead?" Garth said. Cas took in a long breath and sighed out again,

"I do." Dean grinned. Yes. Nailed it.

"And do you, Dean," Garth began, "Promise to do all of the things I just said Cas would do for you?"

Dean smiled genuinely, his heart racing. "Hell yeah," He replied. The small audience of hunters broke into applause as the two kissed and joined forever.

That was two days ago. Cas was moved into the bunker, now, and neither of them had ever really been happier. Sam, too. He loved his brother, and he loved seeing him like this. For the first time, in a long time, things were working out.

Of course, there would always be a weight on Dean's chest. Every time Cas looks up at the sky, or a bird, or hears about heaven, he worried. He couldn't have him remember. He assured himself that it wasn't selfish; Cas didn't remember. Not to mention, other angels had fallen before, and they hadn't exactly gotten off well. They went out for dinner once, and the waitress had casually called him an angel. Dean nearly had a heart attack.

But he didn't seem to be catching on at all. He was happy here. He didn't notice anything, and nothing had happened. That was until he got back from getting food once. They were near a city, working some case (yes, they still worked cases as a couple), so Cas had taken a subway to a takeout restaurant and gotten some food. When he got home, Dean knew it had started.

"Hey Dean," He greeted, throwing the food down on the table and pecking Dean on the lips.

"Hey babe," Dean responded, kissing him back and quickly hurrying to the bag and fishing out his burger. He pulled it out and sit down in the chair at the table, and Cas sat at the other chair across from his, getting his out too.

"Sam's doing research," Dean explained, Cas not having to ask. "He'll get his food in a bit."

"Okay," Cas replied. "Weird experience on the Subway," he told Dean, taking a bite of his burger. Dean looked up at him, trying to keep the nervousness out of his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" He asked casually.

"Yeah, this guy just started talking to me out of nowhere. He got really threatening, I was glad I didn't have to travel far. You think he's the vamp that's somewhere around here?"

"What did he say?" Dean asked, ignoring his question. He set down his burger, his appetite suddenly gone.

"Nothing sensical," Cas responded, shaking his head. "Something about Heaven, and hearing voices in my head. He said 'we'll find you' which is… eerie."

Dean suddenly stood, his chair scooching back behind him. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, trying not to panic.

"Excuse me for a sec," he said, his voice remaining soft. Then, he swept out of the dining room and up the stair, hearing Cas call "What's wrong?" After him. He hurried into Sam's room without knocking to find Sam sitting on his bed, his laptop lighting his face.

"Hey, you could at least knock!" Sam objected, irritated, as Dean hurried in and slammed his computer closed. "What are you doing, I was getting a lead!"

"There's more important things!" Dean insisted. He swallowed, pausing before he said. "They found Cas."

As the two spoke, Castiel waited downstairs for nearly a solid three seconds before his curiosity got the best of him. Softly, he snuck up the stairs and pressed his ear to the door to Sam's bedroom, but they must have been talking in code. He couldn't decipher any of it, and yet, they said it with such passion and… fear. He hated hearing Dean like this, but he just had to listen.

"Look, Sam, I don't know what we're supposed to do!"

"Did you get which angel it was?"

"Why does it matter?!"
"Because if it's some crazy archangel, we may not just be able to walk in and gank them! Do you even have an angel blade anymore?!"

"Of course I have an angel blade! And I don't care if it's the man upstairs himself, I'll kill him, I made that vow not even a week ago!"

"I don't care what vows you made, Dean, we have to take precautions!"

"The more he sees this stuff, the more likely he is to remember!"

"Dean, that isn't in question anymore!" Sam insisted. There was a thud, like he'd bandged on a table or stomped his foot. "Whether it's in a week or when he's eighty, he will remember! He's not stupid!"

"I know!"
"Why is it so important to you, anyway?! You loved him plenty when he was an angel!"

"Of course I did, but-"

"You know, Dean, it's starting to seem sort of selfish?! Who are you to take that information away from him?!"

"He said he didn't want to remember!" Dean insisted. "He said it himself, that day, he didn't want to remember any of his past!"

"There's something else Dean!" Sam insisted. "Some reason you don't want him to!"
"Yeah, okay?! I don't want him to know!" There was a bit of a pause before Dean continued, his voice growing softer. "Things were just finally working out! I just want to stay here, on Earth, with my human husband!"

Sam's voice got softer as he replied, "You're lying to yourself, Dean."

"Maybe I am. But I'm gonna dic up my angel blade, find that angelic son of a bitch and slit his throat,"

At that point, Cas pulled his ear from the door, feeling as though Dean may leave at any time. He backed away, confused. What? Angels? There were angels? He had known about demons and vampires and werewolves and etc, but he'd never really considered that angels were out there. And what about his past? What didn't he remember? What was going on?