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A/N: Alright, second chapter! This one is shorter than the others.

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His last memory

Chapter 2

Dean woke up the next morning. He groaned and turned his head slowly to the side. Castiel was there, sitting in a chair next to the bed, eyes closed. Was he sleeping?

"Cas…" Dean whispered and the angel turned his head.

"Hello, Dean." He simply said. "Are you hurt?"

Dean shook his head and looked at the ceiling. He was in the bunker, Cas was there… he was safe.

"Is Sam fine?" He suddenly asked.

The angel nodded and smiled. "Completely fine, just worried."

"I'm fine. Did you killed the guy?"

"We didn't saw him and I didn't look for him after, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Thanks…"

"It's my job, Dean. Make sure you two don't get killed again."

The hunter nodded and sighed.

"Do you remember what he did to you?" Castiel asked after a moment.

"He wanted to see if hunters reacted differently to some diseases… he injected something into me. It made me fell asleep every time." Dean whispered. "You got me out… I remember… you carried me to baby."

Castiel nodded slowly.

"Thank you for coming."

"I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier."

"Don't be sorry… I'm not dead am I?" Dean smiled. "And you saved Sam… you did a good job, Cas."

"Thank you, Dean." He said as he put two fingers on his friend forehead. He seemed fine but he still needed to make sure. "You can sleep, if you want. You're safe."

The hunter nodded as he closed his eyes. Castiel had heal him, he would be fine. That mad scientist guy couldn't do anything Cas couldn't heal… right? He couldn't feel anything wrong anyway, which was good.

"So he's okay?" Sam asked as Castiel sat on a chair in front of Sam.

"I healed everything I could. He should be fine but I can't be sure until we find exactly what he did to him." Castiel explained. "I don't know what to do, Sam…"

"Don't worry, Dean is strong."

"I know but he is still human. He's not invincible. And I could have stop it! I should have been there…"

"Cas, stop it. It's not your fault."

"I heard him praying, Sam! Three time! And I couldn't do anything, I… couldn't trace him. If something happen to him, it is because of me. I'm supposed to protect both of you, Sam."

"Don't put everything on you, Cas."

"We need to find him."

Castiel sighed as he closed his eyes and rested his back on the chair. He would go back to the building tomorrow and find the scientist. Sam should be able to take care of Dean alone.

The next morning, Castiel said goodbye to Dean and Sam and left the bunker in a flutter of wings. He appeared as close as he could to the location and looked around. He projected his power around the area, just to make sure and started walking.

He entered the building slowly and walked around quietly. This place looked deserted, it was almost scary.

He entered Dean's room and stood closer to the flashing lights. He searched the drawer until a note book fell on the floor. He picked it up.

- It's all over, I've lost my two subject. This is a disaster! What am I going to do?

- They will come after me, I know it. Could I be able to run away?

- What will I do? I need to run or they will kill me.

- I'm going to die.

- Whoever is reading this, hi and welcome to my laboratory. In this beautiful place, I practice my most important experiences. Or should I say practiced. If you are searching for my serum, you won't find it. I destroyed it all. And you won't get any information from me as well. If you want to see me, come to room 009. Goodbye.

Castiel tilted his head as turned the pages. They had been ripped… this scientist really had destroyed everything. He dropped the book and walked to the said room. He didn't bother knocking and pushed the door open.

The lights were off and it was completely black. Castiel sighed and raised his hand in front of him. A bright blue light came out of his palm and he moved it around like a flashlight. The walls were red with blood and as he walked he noticed that the floor was even worst. He tilted his head as he saw the big chair in the back. Someone was sat in it.

The angel pulled his angel blade out and walked slowly towards the figure. He was standing behind the comfy looking chair and still no reaction from the person sitting in it. He turned the chair and raised his hand.

A man wearing all white revealed himself in the chair. His face was twisted with pain and his skin was starting to fell off his bones. On the floor was a bottle of pills covered in blood.

Castiel put a hand on his mouth as he backed up. This was disgusting. He shook his head as he tried to get the image out of his mind. He searched around for any clue but as the smell hit him, he was starting to feel nauseous. He had seen a lot of death during his life, but it was only for a moment and then everything was fine. But this? This was a first and even if he was an angel, he couldn't help the disgusting feeling of wanting to throw up. He needed to get away from there.