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A/N: Okay. So. I know I never get two chapters cranked out in two days, but I've been feeling pretty inspired. A reminder: for those of you who have not read Matchmaker... GO READ MATCHMAKER BEFORE YOU CONTINUE!

Anywho...again, sorry about typos. I typed this up on my phone at work. I will try to get some more done tonight. I haven't gotten word about how y'all feel about the sequel so far, so let me know, please! Thanks! Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Dean spent the next week at home. His doctor had ordered him to stay away from work and any stress in his life for at least a week, but he would prefer two weeks. Dean used that time to unpack the entire house.

Sam had told him that he needed to rest and allow his body to heal, but Dean had just argued saying he would never be able to fully relax knowing there was so much to do in the house. He needed the house to feel like his home, but he couldn't do that with most of it in boxes.

Sam had eventually gave in and helped out when he wasn't in class or at the bar. He was helping Ellen out with everything. He had been ever since Dean had gone missing. He wanted to make sure that his brother's bar remained in tact for when he came back.

One afternoon, Sam walked in the door and found Dean sitting in the living room looking through a box filled with pictures. He stopped and watched him for a few moments before Dean realized he was standing there.

"I wish I could remember this stuff..."

Sam nodded and sat down next to Dean to look at the pictures with him. "I'm sure it'll all come back. You just have to give it time."

"I don't want to give it time. I didn't even remember that Ben came to live with me and that I got him back. I didn't remember that his mom died. I...I don't remember some of these people. Like, this picture. I don't know who that is that I'm standing next to. I'm obviously friends with him, but I have no idea who he is."

Sam looked closer at the picture in Dean's hand, "That's Gabe. He's the bartender you hired 4 months ago. And that...the girl in those pictures is Charlie. She's the waitress you hired that day."

Dean stared at the picture of Charlie. "Charlie...she works part-time."

Sam looked up at him, but didn't say anything. He could tell Dean was trying to concentrate.

"She...doesn't she work for an IT company?"

He looked up at Sam for confirmation. He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, she does. See! You're already starting to remember something! Okay, what about this picture? Do you remember anything about it?"

Dean picked up a picture of himself at the bar with the man who had come with Sam and Ben to see him at the hospital. "Cas. That's what he said his name was. I...I don't know. I just keep getting this feeling that he's not saying something. I just feel like...there's more. That I don't have the full picture."

Sam bit his lip. "Dean...I wish that I could tell you more about him, but I don't feel that it's my place to say anything. You'll have to ask him. I really hope you remember him, though, because you two were really close. I hadn't seen you that happy in a very long time. I just hope you can be that way again."

Dean watched his little brother silently. He was holding something back from him, but he wasn't sure what. Maybe he should have a conversation with this Cas guy and see what he could get out of him. He turned back to the box of pictures and kept going through them. They spent the next two hours laughing at different ones and reminiscing about the good times that Dean could actually remember. He had gained a few memories back, but not nearly enough.

As Dean got started on making his special burgers and called over his shoulder to Sam, "Hey, you should get ahold of Cas and have him over for supper. Maybe I can remember something."

Sam watched his brother's back, wondering if it was a good idea or not. He thought, what the hell. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent Cas a text, asking him if he wanted to come over for supper. He told him that Dean was the one asking.

It didn't take long before Cas replied, saying he would be there shortly. Sam knew that Cas was nervous. He'd been a wreck since Dean came home and he decided to steer clear of him since he didn't even remember who he was. How do you apologize to someone and announce your love for them when they have amnesia and don't remember you?

Sam got started on the salad and let his mind wander. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door and they heard Ben coming down the stairs yelling that he would get it.

Sam heard Ben in the living room talking to what sounded like Cas. He glanced in Dean's direction and saw him look towards the door.

Cas and Ben walked in a moment later. Cas looked up at Dean, nervousness washing over him. Sam glanced up and smiled. "Well, the salad is done, so Ben and I will go into the other room and set the table."

Dean smiled at Cas. "Hey there, Cas. Good to see you again. It won't be long before supper is done. You can grab a beer from the fridge and kick back if you want."

Cas nodded, his hands fidgeting. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Dean looked down at the burgers and shook his head. "The potatoes will be done soon, the salad is done, and the burgers will be done soon. There's not much left to do."

Cas acquiesced and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "How have you been, Dean? Have you recovered any of your memories?"

Dean nodded, slapping a couple of burgers in a frying pan. "Actually, I have. Not too much, but it's a start. I remember, mostly, who Charlie and Gabe are. I was going through a box of pictures hoping it would trigger something and it seems I got a few memories back."

Cas smiled, leaning against the counter. "That is good, Dean! I am glad that you are starting to remember things. I'm sure more will come back to you."

Dean sighed. "I hope so. I keep getting the feeling that I'm missing something important, but no one has said anything."

Cas paused in bringing the bottle to his lips. "Missing something?"

Dean's head bobbed twice. "Yeah. The way people look at me, it's like they're waiting for the lightbulb to turn on and for me to suddenly remember this big thing. It's making me anxious. I'm already impatient as it is to remember the last 4 months of my life. Sorry, I didn't mean to unload that on you."

Cas shook his head. "It is no problem, Dean. It helps to be able to talk to someone. I'm sure everyone just keeps telling you to be patient and that it'll come."

Dean turned around quickly, "Yeah! That's partly why I'm so anxious. I want to finally remember something so that everyone can stop saying that. I got it the first twenty times."

Cas chuckled. He'd really missed Dean. "Have you talked to your doctor about it?"

Dean huffed, turning back to his burgers. "Yeah. He said the same thing everyone else does. He did say that I could try being hypnotized, but I wasn't sure how I felt about that. He also said something about intense emotions sometimes being able to push memories through. I don't know what intense emotion I'm supposed to feel to push things through. It's very frustrating."

Cas bit his lip. He should just tell him, but something was holding him back. A part of him was scared he would lose him all over again.

Dean pulled the burgers out of the pan and onto a plate. He turned towards him. "Will you stay after we eat? I'd like to get to know you again, if that's okay. I know it's not my fault that I can't remember anything since we met, but I'd like to see if I can."

Cas smiled softly at him. "I'd like that, Dean. I have missed being around you. We used to see each other every day before you went missing."

Dean walked over and pulled a beer out of the fridge. "Well, maybe we can get back to that."

"Yes, maybe we can."

Dean sensed that Cas said it with a hidden meaning, but he decided not to push. He grabbed the plate of burgers and started towards the dining room. "Cas, could you grab the salad? I think it's about time we eat."

They all gathered in the dining room and enjoyed supper together. Ben and Cas got to talking about one of Ben's classes while Sam and Dean were talking about when Dean would be returning to the bar. He'd planned on going back on Monday. He had two days before then to prepare himself to launch back into his life. He was hoping to get a few things figured out before then. Starting with why it seemed like Cas was hiding something from him.

Once dinner was over, Ben and Sam cleaned up the kitchen then went and started watching a movie in the living room. Dean looked over at Cas and started towards the stairs. "Why don't we go upstairs and talk while they watch the movie? I don't want to disturb them."

Cas nodded, his nerves kicking in again. What was he going to tell him?

They walked into Dean's room. Cas shut the door behind him and sat down on the bed. "You have a nice room, Dean. It's bigger than the one in the other house."

Dean nodded, looking around. "Yeah, it is. It even has an attached bathroom. Sam and Ben have to share one, but this room comes with a private one."

Cas looked over at the open door to the bathroom. "That must be nice, not having to share with them."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, it is. No one wants to share with a teenager. I love that kid, but he can be very messy. I like things being clean and in their proper place."

Cas smiled. "I know. I remember when you got mad at Sam for leaving his shoes laying in the middle of the hallway. You tripped and hit your head on the wall. You wouldn't let him forget it for two weeks."

Dean laughed. "I remember that. Smacked my head because I had been texting and wasn't paying attention. Actually...I think I was texting you, if I remember correctly."

Cas looked up at him. "Yeah, you were. We were planning to meet up at the bar. You were letting me know when you'd be leaving the house."

Dean sat down on the bed next to Cas. "Cas...why do I keep getting this feeling that you're not telling me something? I keep feeling like there's something more going on."

He looked up and stared right into Cas's eyes, asking him silently to be honest with him. It was now or never.

Cas sighed, looking down at his beer. "Because I haven't told you all of the truth. We did start out as friends. We were really close. You were one of the best friends that I had ever had. We just clicked."

Dean licked his lips, getting nervous. "Okay. What do you mean by start out?"

Cas looked up into his eyes. "We all went to a football game for Ben one night. He ended up getting hurt and taken to the hospital. He was fine, but he had a concussion so he had to stay overnight. Everyone else had already left an hour or so before I decided it was time for me to leave. You walked me out to the car and...Well, we kissed. The next day, we talked and we decided that we wanted to be more than friends. We started dating."

Dean stared at him. "Why didn't you tell me? I've spent the last week trying to figure out if there was something going on that I wasn't aware of. I could have..."

Dean looked away, trying to wrap his mind around it. No wonder he had felt like there was something more between them.

Cas closed his eyes briefly. "That's not all, Dean."

Dean looked back at him as if he hadn't heard him. "I've been feeling like I should know you more than anyone else. I've felt like you're important to me, but I couldn't figure out why. I've missed you the last week, but felt weird for missing someone I didn't really remember. And when you walked in...it was like...all my worries just washed away. It was like finally being whole after missing a piece for so long."

Cas held back tears. "I felt the same way, Dean."

Dean took Cas's hand in his own. "I want to remember. More than anything, I want to remember what we've been through and what you mean to me. I know that it's important that I remember."

Dean paused, unsure. "Could I..." He decided, to hell with it. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Cas's. It was like a rain storm in the middle of the desert. It was like finally being whole again after being ripped apart.

Cas slid his free hand over to rest on Dean's thigh. The kiss deepened. Cas finally pulled away. "Dean, the beer."

Dean nodded, placing both their bottles on the floor before resuming what they'd been doing. Dean gently pushed Cas backwards, but only enough to be a suggestion, a silent question asking if Cas was okay with it. Cas reached up and pulled Dean towards him by his shirt, pulling them back onto the bed.

Dean grabbed Cas by the waist and pushed him to rest on the pillows before laying on top of him. Cas's hands were roaming up the back of his shirt while his own were roaming up the front of Cas's.

Dean started trailing kisses down Cas's neck, pulling a moan out of him. Cas arched his back to get as close to Dean as he could. Their pants started rubbing together, causing both of them to moan.

Suddenly, a flash went through Dean's mind. He saw a flash of a tan trench coat before it was gone. Dean shook it off and continued his trail of kisses as his left hand came up and started playing with one of Cas's nipples.

One of Cas's hands travelled down across Dean's ass to his thigh. It pulled another low moan from Dean's throat. Another flash, this time longer. He was talking to Sam and noticed a man with bright blue eyes sitting next to him. They both froze and were sucked into their own little world.

Another flash. Cas helping him back to his office after his knee giving out on him. He gave him some water to take a pain pill with.

Flash. Cas making him spaghetti while he recovered from being injured. Spending the entire weekend with him talking and laughing.

Flash. Laughing with Cas at the bar. Hanging out with his friends while he worked. Getting to know

this man who had come into his life.

Flash. Cas walking into the house with Ben, both smiling. Cas helping him with homework. Cas watching movies with them. Cas helping him with dinner. Cas falling asleep on his couch.

Flash. Cas getting jealous about Diggle at the game. Cas telling him he's attracted to him. Them kissing by the impala all those weeks ago and then making it official.

Falling asleep next to each other, pulling him into his arms. Holding him after he found out about his dad. Meeting his family, dealing with Michael and Raphael.

Flash.

Dean pulled away and looked into Cas's eyes. Instantly, Cas knew. He saw the recognition, the love, but mainly the pain in his eyes. "Cas...?"

"Dean. I am so sorry. Dean...please...I am so, so sorry..."