A/N Sorry for the hiatus! Speaking of haitus, anyone glad Fall Out Boy is finally back? Anyway, for a warning, this story is going to contain a little bit of Sastiel, so sorry if it isn't your cup of tea.
"Will you just get out already or I'll force you to get out." Dean pushed Castiel's shoulder lightly. Castiel sighed, "You're drunk. I'm your friend, Castiel. I'll bring you home."
Dean paused. He thought about it for a while, "I don't know if I trust you. You could just be luring me to bed like some sick bastard."
Castiel looked around the room. He had no clue what Dean was talking about. He didn't want to bring Dean to a bed, he needed to bring him to the motel to figure things out.
"I just need to bring you back to the motel. We need to talk." Castiel stepped a little closer to Dean. He wanted Dean to know he was being serious, and that he could be trusted. It was probably very confusing for Dean at the moment. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or anything, really. When they got to the motel, Castiel could explain to them who they were, and who he was, and maybe the boys would understand.
"Listen. I don't know who you are right now, but I'm going to need more proof. Let me check my wallet I have. Maybe there's something in there." Dean checked his pockets and pulled out a brown wallet. He reached his hand in it and started to look inside. Castiel couldn't see what was in there, and he wanted to know. He didn't want to bother Dean, though. He was most likely in a weak state and he didn't want to make it worse.
He looked at Dean's eyes, which reacted to all the things he would find in his wallet. His eyes widened at something. They darted to Castiel, he stared at him for a few seconds, as if he was starstruck. The Dean quickly put the wallet back into his pocket. "Alright, I believe you. Can we just get it over with?" He moved to walk out of the bathroom that they were currently in.
Castiel ran to catch up with him. "What did you see in your wallet?" He asked calmly. Dean rushed out of the diner without another word. He stood at the parking lot, without going to the Impala.
"Which car is mine?" He asked, with his face almost pouted. Even though he didn't have his memories, he still sort of acted like Dean. That was a good thing, and a bad thing. He would probably still tell terrible jokes that Castiel never understood. He was used to those by now, though Castiel hoped he wouldn't tell those jokes anymore.
"That one." Castiel pointed to the Impala. It would have been much easier if Castiel could just zap Dean to the motel, but he didn't want Dean to be terrified. He didn't know that Castiel was an angel yet, and he didn't want him to be scared. He needed this Dean to trust him, and it would probably be hard to trust someone who zapped you to places claiming to be an angel. He would probably explain everything when they were at the motel.
They got into the car, and Dean reached into his pockets to get the keys out. He turned the car on. "Do you remember how to drive?"
"I may not remember anything, but I still know how to drive. I'm not 5." He backed the car out. "Wait, where is this motel." He asked.
Castiel paused, he couldn't even remember, he decided to just call Sam to get the adress.
"Hello? This is Cas right?" He answered.
"Yes. I need you to get the adress of the motel that you are staying in."
"Let me go check." Sam put the phone down. Castiel patiently waited, as Dean was just driving straight through the streets.
As they were driving, Castiel saw Sam outside of a motel, looking at it's adress. "Stop! It's right there! I see Sam!"
Dean slammed the brakes and turned into the parking lot of the Motel. Sam stared at them, with curiosity. He was probably just thought that they were random people. They parked the car and got out.
"Hello, Sam." Castiel walked up to Sam. Sam's eyes widened, and he looked at the pair with confusion.
"Wait a minute...are you Cas? And who's that?" He asked.
"Yes, and this is Dean." Castiel motioned Dean to come foreword. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to Sam, as well.
"Well...uh..should we go inside? Then you can explain things because, to be honest, I'm confused about all of this." Sam confessed. Castiel nodded and leaded the brothers into the motel room.
"Each of you sleep on your own bed. Ask questions and I will answer them." Castiel ordered. He didn't want to have to spend time awkwardly standing there. He wanted the boys to know what they needed to know so they could continue with life. He wasn't going to let them become people they were not. He didn't want to have to miss the Winchesters he enjoyed being around.
"Okay then." Dean sat on the bed to the left, "What the hell is going on? I want the truth, because I really do not feel drunk right now."
Castiel sighed. Sam went to the opposing bed and sat at the edge, while Castiel was standing in the middle of the two beds. "Both of you lost your memories after a witch casted a chant at you."
The Winchesters looked at each other, and started to laugh. "That's cute, but seriously, what the fuck." Dean said in between laughs. 'Did he just call me cute?' Castiel thought. He let that thought just disapear in his head.
"I am being serious." Castiel rolled his eyes. He really was not in the mood for the Winchesters to be doubting him.
"Yeah. Did the fairies tell you that?" Dean teased. He was definitely still his annoying arrogant self. He just seemed less...broken. He seemed a lot more cheerful than he was before. It was a Dean that he'd never actually gotten to know. He wished he did, it was rare for Castiel to see a true smile on Old Dean.
"So...since apparently a witch made us lose our powers, does that mean there's other things?" Sam patiently asked. He was the calmer one, like usual.
"Yes."
"Wow...this is bullshit." Dean scoffed. "I was expecting us being drugged, but now I have a feeling you're going to drug us...but the thing said...oh fuck it. I'm going out to get a drink. I'll be back later." He stood up and started to walk towards the door. Castiel grabbed his wrist before he could leave, "You better come back before tomorrow. I will find you if you don't" he threatened.
"Wow! I'm scared. Some guy I barely know is trying to threaten me? How would you even find me? I don't even know why I came with you in the first place. Creep." Dean yanked his hand and walked out the motel door.
Sam and Cas looked at each other. Sam's expression was extremely confused, and surprised. Castiel was used to all of the outbursts, they always happened with Dean. He didn't really mind them, as long as he really did come back, Castiel would be happy. As long as he was never truly alone, he would be happy.
"So...what just happened?" Sam asked.
"Dean is always like that. He is very dramatic." Castiel answered. It was the truth, Dean could be a drama queen half the time. It was another thing Castiel liked about him, it was never boring. Sam would always be the one to roll his eyes and stick with his brother. Even if the pair got into fights, they would always get back together. Castiel wished that he could have a family relationship like that, but sadly his brothers and sisters most likely don't respect him the way they used to. He's probably hated for all the wrong he has done. It was far beyond fixing. If Castiel could sleep, the thoughts of his brothers and sisters would keep him up all night. Sometimes Castiel wondered how the Winchesters ever slept.
"So are you being serious about the whole witch and other supernatural creatures? You didn't sound like you were joking."
"I was being serious. That's actually why I wanted you to listen to me. Even though you don't have memories, you need to continue your job of saving people."
"Wow. I need proof. I hate being that guy, but...I need at least something." Sam insisted. Castiel sighed, he should at least let Sam know that he's an angel. It wouldn't hurt him to know the truth. He just wished Dean was here so he could explain to him.
"I'm an angel, for example." He confessed.
"That doesn't help. I could come over and say, 'Hey I'm a demon!' it doesn't prove anything"
"Fine." Castiel positioned himself so that he would have enough room, and he knew he was going to regret it. He closed his eyes, and let his wings become visible. Sam was actually able to see them, since over the years they turned into a dark gray. It must have been because of all the shit he'd done. He wasn't exactly a 'pure' angel anymore.
"Wow...This is amazing. Can I...touch...them? I don't want to creep you out or anything. But wow!" Sam exclaimed. Castiel opened his eyes slowly to look Sam in the eyes.
"Yes, you can, but be gentle. They're extremely sensitive."
Sam jumped off the bed and lightly placed his long fingers on Castiel's feathers. He traced his fingers along them gently. He wrapped them on a single feather, and ran his fingers carefully through the length of the wing. Sam did that for multiple feathers, treating them each differently. His face continuously lit up with both excitement and a slight amount of fear. He was grinning the whole way through, like a child.
Castiel had never had a human touch his wings before. It felt so much better than he expected. It was almost...pleasurable. Castiel closed his eyes, before slowly returning the wings to their normal hidden state.
"That was amazing...I also have another question." Sam sighed contently.
"Yes?"
"Were we ever...dating? Because I was looking at this picture, and I have my arm wrapped around you, and everyone else in the picture seems to be in a relationship." Sam asked, pulling the photo out and pointing to himself. Castiel remembered that picture. It was the last picture they ever took with Ellen and Jo. Castiel barely knew them, but their deaths were upsetting.
"No...we were not. None of us have ever been in a relationship with each other." Castiel stated. Sam seemed to be upset about that.
"Oh...well..you think we should just wait here for Dean to come back? By the way, I know he's my brother. I don't know how I know, I can just feel it." Sam smiled.
Suddenly, the phone started to ring.
