Knight: So, a friend of mine has been having a lot of trouble with her account. We're not sure if someone worked out her password or if there is simply a glitch in the Matrix but, either way, all her stories have been erased. So, with me being sort of new to the writing, I decided to team up with her to write a fic. Always good to have some help, right?

Demon: My Chuck, you couldn't be more right! Hey Dolls! So I have no words to explain what happened. Anyone who read my stories before will know that there was a lot of bother with my account. I've given up on trying to use it. Teaming up with Knight seems to be a good plan. Her excellent story ideas, mixed with my twisted sense of humour will hopefully create some stories that you can all enjoy.

Knight: We couldn't decide if we should write a chapter each or just work through it together. But we both have the same idea of where we want this story to go.

Demon: It has twists, turns, Angst, Humour…..SPOILER ALERTS FOR SEASON 9! MAKE SURE YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THIS BIT AT LEAST. If you haven't seen season 9 then there may be a few things hidden in the plot! We did already point this out in the summary

Knight: First spoiler alert! Dean is not a demon in this story. Metatron is still at large. That is where this story differs into slightly AU-ish.

Demon: This has got to be the longest author's note ever! On with the story! Love ya dolls! Please review!


Chapter 1 It's Just A French Mistake, right?

Castiel couldn't figure out where he was. He was sure it was a hospital, but nothing about it looked familiar. And working with the Winchesters meant he had seen his fair share of hospital rooms. However, the last time he had been a patient in one was back when the last of his grace had vanished, leaving him human in the fight against Lucifer. A memory he didn't care to dwell on.

What struck him as odd was what lay about the room. There were bunches of flowers, opened 'Feel better', 'Get Well Soon' and 'Thinking Of You' cards and loads of other unopened gifts. That didn't make any sense! No one knew him and Sam and Dean surely wouldn't have done something as strange as this.

"Oh!" He jumped at the sound of a voice and turned his eyes towards the nurse who had just entered the room. She was staring at him with wide eyes and a kind smile. "You're awake. I'll just fetch the doctor." She was gone again before Castiel could open his mouth.

He began to pull himself up, straining against the pains in his body. He wasn't an angel anymore, that much was certain. But why hadn't he died? Theo's grace had finally burned out but, here he was, alive and well. He winced again, as a searing pain wracked through his head and he slumped back down against the pillow. As well as one could hope for, he mused and shifted slightly as the nurse walked back in with a stern looking doctor.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked and lifted his chart to glance over it.

"S-sore." Castiel admitted. The nurse immediately held a cup of water to his lips, allowing him small sips and helping to remove some of the dryness from his mouth and throat.

"I need to go through a few questions with you. You feeling up to it?" The doctor asked, barely glancing at Castiel.

"Of course." Though he did feel nervous. He had to be careful what he said. Dean would be mad if he blew whatever cover they were under.

"Ok, what's your name?" The doctor asked, taking a moment to glance up at him.

"C-Castiel." He replied.

"Full name?" The doctor pressed. Cas froze. He had a full name?

"Um." Before he could try to make something up, the doctor began scribbling and then moved onto the next question.

"Address?" Again, he couldn't answer this. "Family members?" The doctor stared at him for a moment and then sighed and patted his hand lightly. "You had a bad blow to the head and their was some minor swelling. It's not as bad as it sounds." He added the last part hastily when Castiel's eyes widened. "Memory loss can be a common side effect with a head injury. It should return in time."

The nurse walked over and shifted his pillows, allowing him to sit up a little better.

"I don't have memory loss." He said to her as she stepped back.

"It's ok, Hun, you'll get there." She smiled at him and stroked his cheek a little. It felt more reassuring than the doctors gesture. "I'd better let your partner in to see you. He's barely left your side since the accident."

Partner? Castiel thought and gave her a confused look. She looked a little hesitant as she made her way to the door. Castiel just lay there getting more and more confused by the minute.

It didn't take long before he heard the speedy steps of someone coming towards the room. A man appeared in the doorway, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had a look of pure panic etched across his face.

"Mr Winchester, you might want to let me explain-"

"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed feeling relief at actually seeing someone he knew. He felt so much safer knowing Dean was with him.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean barked and stormed towards him. Castiel flinched and felt a strong urge to hide at the angry look on Dean's face. As he got closer though, Castiel could have sworn he saw something shift in his expression. But he didn't have to time to think about it. Before he realised what was happening, Dean was leaning over him, their noses almost touching. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

Castiel was about to nod, to apologise for whatever it was that he had done to upset Dean. But he never got the chance. As soon as Dean uttered these words, he pressed his lips to Castiel's and kissed him. Really kissed him. The same way he kissed those women he picked up in bars. Cas was sure he let out a squeak of surprise and pushed roughly against Dean's shoulders.

"What, am I hurting you?" Dean asked, suddenly looking down to check Castiel for injuries. Cas could only shake his head in reply.

"Mr Winchester, may I have a word with you please?" The nurse sounded like she was asking, but she practically yanked Dean from the room.

Castiel placed his fingers against his lips and shook slightly. What the hell was going on?!

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"What the hell do you mean 'Amnesia'?" Dean asked, looking nervously through the window at Castiel. "Are you saying he doesn't know who I am?"

"He knows his name." The nurse offered. "For the moment that seems to be all. But the doctor wants to run a few more tests." She looked at him sympathetically, as Dean stroked the gold band around his ring finger. "It could come back at any time." She offered.

"But it could take years." Dean whispered. "What if he never remembers?"

"Does he have any family? Seeing familiar faces can help trigger memories." She asked, trying her best to ease his worry.

"He has three brothers. No parents. The guys are coming down along with my brother. It shouldn't take long for them to get here." He replied. "Is it ok if I talk to him. I wont try and kiss him again. I just haven't seen him awake in days." Dean went to walk back in as the nurse nodded, but then he stopped. "He knew my name."

"What?" The nurse asked and came back to stand next to him.

"He said my name when I first walked into the room. How could he recognise me but not know what we were to each other?" He asked, desperately searching for answers.

"Time will tell with that one. Talk to him. Help him try to remember. Just don't push too hard. We don't want him to get overwhelmed." She replied and smiled reassuringly at him before walking away.

Dean nodded in understanding and slowly walked back into the room. Castiel was looking out at a birds nest perched on a tree branch right outside his window. He didn't seem to have noticed Dean's reappearance until he heard the scrape of the chair legs as he sat down. He jumped a little and swung his head round to look at Dean.

"Is the nurse still with you?" He asked calmly. Dean turned to look at the doorway and then back at Castiel.

"No, I think she went to check on other patients." He replied.

"Good." Dean blinked in shock as Castiel pulled himself up and tried to manoeuvre out of the bed. He had just managed to get both feet on the floor and was slightly hunched forward when Dean reacted. "Cas, what the hell are you doing?"

"We need to leave, Dean. That was a good cover. I almost believed the kiss for a moment. But I can't even tell who is a demon and who isn't anymore, we need to get out of here. We can't trust anyone!" Dean grabbed his knees and shifted him back into the bed, pulling the blankets roughly over the top of him.

"You're not going anywhere until the doctors give you the all clear. You're staying in bed and you're going to rest. Got it?" He snapped. Though he immediately softened when he saw the hurt look on Castiel's face. "Cas, what do you remember?"

"Nothing much. We were in a cave with Sam. We were hunting something and then…nothing. I don't even remember what we were hunting." He sighed in frustration.

"Ok, first of all, we've never gone hunting in our lives. Sam is in New York making it as a big shot lawyer and…" Dean stopped and looked down at the ring again. How the hell to explain this part. "…as for the kiss, I did that because I love you."

Castiel looked up at Dean like he had lost his mind. Not only did that sound like the sort of thing Dean would never say. It was definitely not something that Dean would ever say to him.

"Wh-what?" Cas stuttered, still staring at him.

Dean grinned slightly and lifted Cas' left hand placing his own next to it, allowing the two gold bands to twinkle in the sun light.

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have married you." Castiel looked at Dean and then at the rings. His eyes shifted back and forth between them for a few seconds. He had never required breath before, but suddenly he felt like he really needed it. His chest felt tight and his body was trembling. He and Dean were married?!

"Cas, you ok?" Was the last thing he heard before everything went dark. At the back of his mind, Castiel believed something was at work here. Something was controlling Dean. Even without his grace, he would find whatever it was and kill it. Nothing would hurt Dean... or force him to do something he wouldn't want to.

Demon: I didn't see much humour here!

Knight: you'll get the humour, its coming, I promise.

Demon: Is something bad forcing Dean to love Cas? Cuz that would break my little black heart

Knight: I'm not going to spoil it for the other people, just because your a cliff-hanger loving whore

Demon: At least promise me there will be sexy times.

Knight: Too many to count.

Demon: I love you! Sorry the opening chapter is a little short. Hopefully the next one will be longer and funnier. How do you make jokes about an ex-angel suffering from amnesia? Well, you send in Gabriel of course! Please review, my darlings!