A/N: Dean and Cas have been friends since they were children but the last memory Cas has is of when they were 14, 10 years ago.

They both like each other but are stupid enough to not do anything about it.
Ratings might change as the story moves forward.

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Castiel woke up with a start. He had no idea what woke him but he knew he sure as hell wouldn t be able to go back to sleep now that he was awake. Sighing, he rolled over to check the time. See how long he had before he had to get up for school. 3 am. He could sleep for another 3 hours. If he could fall asleep that was. Suddenly his eyes fell on the date. 5 June 2016. Weird. He was sure he went to sleep in 2006. Maybe Gabe was pranking him again. But his phone was new and definitely not the one he used. He started to panic. How could he have lost 10 years of his life? That couldn t be possible.

He did the only thing he could think of. He got dressed and went to look for Dean. Sure it was the middle of night but Dean Winchester had been his friend since they had been 4, which was apparently 20 years ago now, and he was sure Dean would help him out. Only, he wasn t sure if Dean still lived where he lived 10 years ago. He d just have to try his luck.

Castiel walked to Dean s street. It was a cool night. Perfect to walk and get his thoughts in order before he went about waking anyone up. As he reached Dean s street, he saw Baby, Dean s 67 Impala, parked outside his house. That was a good sign, Dean still lived here.

Castiel walked up to the door trying to gather courage before knocking. He had no idea how Dean would react to his being here. In middle school they had been inseparable but he had no memory of what happened in the 10 years since. Had Dean found about his crush and they stopped talking? Were they still friends? He started to panic. What if Dean slams the door in his face? What if Dean still doesn t want to talk to him? What if? Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, Castiel knocked once on the door. If no one opens he told himself, I ll go back. Seconds passed and no one came to open the door. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the lock turn. The door opened and he saw the greenest pair if eyes in front of him. Dean still looked the same, but with more of those gorgeous freckles. He was also more muscular. God, he looked HOT. Castiel stood there mesmerised as he tried to think what to say. Hus brain stopped working the moment he saw Dean standing in front of him. Bed hair, sleepy expression, looking like he always did. He stood there gaping at Dean, opening and closing his mouth, unsure of what to say, when Dean broke the silence.
Cas? That you buddy? He asked in a deep, rough voice. That voice did things to Cas that he couldn't possibly explain. How could someone be so perfect in the middle of the night he wondered.
Before Castiel could reply, a sleepy girl with red hair came to the door. Was that his girlfriend? The mere thought broke his heart. "Who is it, Dean? Who woke me in the middle of the night?"