Title: White Blank Page
Author: Rinienne
Rating: NC17
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, amnesia.
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Crowley, some minor OFC
Spoilers: Set right before "The Mommy Dearest", has spoilers for 6.19, 6.20.
Warnings: detailed description of M/M sex, swearing.
Word Count: 17k overall
Beta: Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are my own, if you notice something obvious, I would be happy if you point it out.
Summary: "I woke up in a hospital, had no idea what happened and who I am, I was told I fight ghosts and demons, then a guy in a trench coat tells me he is an angel. My head hurts like hell and I feel like puking. So yeah, I probably don't make any sense. Sorry for inconvenience."

Notes: The title borrowed from a song of Mumford and Sons. English isn't my native.

White Blank Page

Prologue

He woke up because a bright ray of the sun was peaking trough the curtains, nestling on his face. He tried to turn on another side, dodging the annoying light, but the move echoing in his head with an exquisite pain. He writhed his face and slowly opened his eyes, trying to look around and determine his situation. At first everything he could see was a mix of bright light and blurry images, but with time passing his sight started to improve. Now it was possible to understand that he was resting on a bed in a small room with white walls, surrounded by several metal boxes with hundreds of small green and red lights and monitors. From the left side of his bed there was a metal pole with a plastic pack filled with transparent liquid and a thin tube branching from it. The woken up man followed the tube all way down to his arm, where it was merging with an expressive looking needle, taped to his vein.

The place where he woke up was most likely a hospital, but how had he gotten here he didn't remember. Well, if to think about it, he even didn't remember who exactly he was.

"You finally woke up?" Someone said, the voice reaching from another side of his bed. The man made another effort and turned his head, meeting his gaze with a young woman in a pastel blue doctor uniform. The woman was young, slender, with chestnut hair, nattily gathered in a ponytail, with deep gray eyes and a pretty smile. It was this kind of a doctor any normal man would be happy to be in her charge. The girl moved to his bed and took a clip board from the foot of his bed. "Your name is Dean, right?" She smiled, looking at some notes.

Dean. It sounded somewhat familiar, but the man wasn't sure. He narrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember, but he couldn't and decided to go with the name the doctor announced. If it was Dean, so let it be Dean. Man nodded, trying to put a sly smile on his face, looking the pretty doctor in the eyes. Well, Dean was flirting. He wasn't sure where it came from, because he still felt like shit, with all his body aching in pain. But it was somewhat a reflex, something that came out of nowhere, without him in control. Had he been flirting often? Man even didn't know how he looked like at this point, he only hoped he was handsome enough to not seem like an idiot. The doctor turned her head and smiled awkwardly. Oh wow, he probably was really good at it.

"What happened?" Dean asked with an effort as his jaw was hurting like if someone hit him pretty hard.

The doctor girl changed her face back to more serious, but still smiley as she turned her gaze back to the man. "You fell from a staircase." She explained. "It wasn't anything too serious, just a simple brain concussion, several bruises there and there, not even a single bone broken. You brother brought you here."

Brother? Dean had a brother. This though brought him some sort of warm feelings, but other than that Dean couldn't remember anything. Was it an older brother, or was it a younger one? Was he close to him or it was this kind of relationship when you live in the same town, see each-other once a month and send postcards every holyday, only because it's a tradition. But if to consider it was the brother who brought him to the hospital, they must've been friendly enough. Oh, great. Dean even didn't remember what his brother's name was.

"Is… is he here?" Dean asked. "I'm afraid, I have a problem."

The doctor girl smiled as she moved closer to Dean and started to check his pulse. "What kind of problem?" She asked, taking a small flashlight pointing it into Dean's eyes, checking the reaction. At the end she extracted a thermometer from a plastic case and shoved it into man's month.

"I… I don't remember anything…"