A/N: So I will probably be updating this every day since I already have a bunch of these written. But here's the next one.

Reviews would make Wilf happy.

In Need of an Angel

"Monsters? Monsters are real?" Wilfred asked the younger man who sat across from him at their small table at the café.

Dean nodded, spinning the spoon around in his tea as if trying to avoid taking a sip. "Yup, monsters are real. Ghosts, Angels, Demons; the whole shebang," he said then took a hospitality sip, his face scrunching up as he set the cup down.

"You don't have to drink it," Wilf said, noticing that the hunter obviously didn't like tea.

"Thanks," he said, pushing the cup of tea away from him.

"Wait, did you say Angels are real?" Wilf asked.

Dean seemed a little hesitant to answering that question. "I should really get going, if Donna sees me then her whole head would explode," he said and started getting up from his seat.

"No, no, please don't go! You're a friend of Donna's, right? And you know about Angels? Then maybe you can get an Angel to help her remember. Please," Wilfred pleaded, tears filling his eyes as he thought about his granddaughter not knowing about her wonderful adventures with the Doctor.

Dean sighed, sitting back down. "I'm sorry, but it's not that easy. Even for Angels it's risky to tamper with memories. Just changing one thing with the memories of a human could change the whole future and Donna would still have the risk of her brain melting if she remembered," Dean explained with a pained look on his face as if he knew from experience.

"You're sounding just like the Doctor," Wilfred said and saw Dean tense.

"I'm so sorry."