Wow okay so this came along faster than I expected it to. Not very much destiel action but you can sorta see it. please review and tell me what i should fix! thanks y'all. :)

Castiel doesn't recognize the man who hugged him at first. But then he sees the man's green eyes, green like summer grass, and Castiel remembers. He remembers his nickname, Cas. He remembers demons and Sam and Crowley and Naomi. He remembers Jimmy. He remembers falling. He remembers his family.

He remembers Dean. He remembers beer and the Impala and magazines and pie. He remembers bleeding for Dean. He remembers loving Dean.

Cas doesn't remember if Dean loves Cas, too. Cas doesn't remember the hunter ever telling Cas anything like that.

So this is it. ET goes home. Cas is reminded forcibly of Dean's hurt face.

I didn't go home! Cas wants to shout desperately. I stayed for you, Dean. I did everything for you.

Instead, Cas whispers, "Hello, Dean." And the feeling he puts into that name says it all.

Dean is giddy as a thirteen-year-old girl as he drives Cas home. He makes Sam sit in the back, despite his grumbling, because he deserves a good long look at his former angel. A platonic look, mind you.

Well.

Not really.

Dean savors Cas's eyes, alive and bright. Dean pays attention to the road, but he also listens to Cas's quiet, pleased hum as he presses his face to the window. Dean wants to hug Cas, just acknowledge that his best friend survived his fall from Heaven.

As soon as they reach home, Sam jumps out of the car. "I'll leave you lovebirds alone," he says, and heads inside, barely escaping Dean's fist.

"Bitch!" Dean yells after him, his cheeks flaming.

"Jerk!" comes the resounding reply of a pleased Sammy.

Cas wonders what Sam meant by lovebirds. It probably has to mean that Dean loves Cas, too, but Cas doesn't know if Dean loves him like that.

Dean swallows as he leans against the car. "Something on your mind, Cas?" Cas is about to ask Dean if he loves Cas when he remembers something.

When humans want something, really really bad...

We lie.

"No," Cas says firmly. "I'd like to go inside now, please."

Dean blinks.

Cas can feel Dean's confusion. He wonders how he can feel Dean's emotions, because he no longer has his Grace. Or his wings. That's what Cas misses most. The feeling of wings on his back.

Dean makes Cas feel like he has still has wings, still has his Grace, even when he doesn't.

Maybe that's why Cas loves him so much.

Dean stares at Cas, cocking his head, contemplating his fallen angel. He can tell something is bothering Cas.

Instead of asking, because Dean has always been terrible at words, Dean puts his arm around his friend. "C'mon, buddy, let's get inside. It's gotten pretty messy in there without you."

Dean steps in, blushing slightly as Cas looks pointedly at the beer bottles and cans strewn around the main room. Dean shrugs, trying to write it off as nothing. "I really missed you, Cas, that's all."

"I'm sorry," Cas whispers.

Dean clears his throat. "So… how'd you remember? Did you just remember everything when you woke up?"

Cas tilts his head. "All I remembered when I woke up was your name."

Cas is surprised to see Dean blush when he says this. Trying to make him less embarrassed, Cas adds, "I just woke up and all I could remember was the name 'Dean'. And," Cas continues, unintentionally getting closer to Dean, "I remembered the color of your eyes."

Cas can see Dean visibly swallow. "Oh. Then how did you know it was me? In the hospital, I mean."

Cas inhales sharply. "Because I recognized your eyes. And then I remembered… everything."

Dean is looking funny at Cas. Cas likes how Dean's eyes get wide, how his pupils grow a little, how a ring of that vivid green is still left. Dean moistens his lips. "Cas, that's…" He takes a deep breath and looks at Cas. Suddenly Cas is a little uncomfortable. The pair of them are too close together. "That's great," Dean finishes softly.