Dean woke up in the impala. He wasn't even sure where he was, but he figured it should be an afternoon as the sun was shining so brightly it made his eyes hurt. For the first time in a few months, he wasn't hangover or drunk. He now remembered where he actually was – outside the building Castiel lives. He wanted to go up to him so badly, but he was too afraid. What do you say to a man you think is your best friend, but it seems that he doesn't even remember you? Dean was too afraid to scare him, he was afraid the man will start running in the opposite direction and Dean will never see him again. Of course, Dean is not that stupid to think that the man is really his guardian angel, which for all he knows is very unlikely. He tried to figure out how this can be happening. He reconsidered over 10 theories, from demons to shape-shifters, but nothing seemed to fit. Just as his stomach was starting to growl, it must have been two days since he last ate, Castiel left the building and started walking down the street. Dean jumped off the car and followed him. He had no idea where the man was going but he sure as hell hoped it was a diner, as his stomach kept reminding him of itself every other two minutes. But of course, luck is not on the Dean's side, because Cas didn't go to a diner, he went to a police station. For obvious reasons Dean couldn't walk in, he would be put behind the bars before he could count to three. Dean didn't know what to do next, he obviously couldn't keep standing and staring at the police station without being noticed, no matter how stupid cops may be they're not that dumb not to notice a criminal who has been charged with different accusations in over 5 states and has his adorable face in the F.B.I. data base. As there was nothing left to do he went to a pavement café across the street.

Dean has already been sitting there for more than two hours when he heard a familiar voice:

"Where you following me?" Dean was taken aback by the question and the tone, which wasn't angry, but more like curious. Castiel was leaning on the table, his eyebrows lifted and head tilted. Dean was so surprised he couldn't even think of a proper lie so he just said: "Yes."

"You idiot, you fucking idiot" thought Dean. "So here goes your master plan not to scare this man. Well done, you moron." But it didn't seem like the man was going to run, he just asked:

"Can I sit down?" Dean nodded and pointed to the chair in front him:

"Make yourself comfortable" Dean became more suspicious about this Castiel. When someone says they were following you, you run, kick their asses and you sure as hell don't try to be polite and talk to them. "What is he up to?" the thought crossed his mind.

"Why?" asked Castiel.

"Why?" Dean repeated, because he felt lost in his mind so he wasn't sure what the man meant by saying this.

"Yes. Why were you following me? Do you have any intention of hurting me?" he looked at Dean with curiosity and caution. Dean chuckled. Now the man sounded just like Castiel: socially awkward and lost. Dean shook his head:

"No. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to know who you are. That's all."

"Well I figured. I don't feel any threat coming from you. I'm Castiel."

"I know" answered Dean and quickly shut his mouth. He wanted to kick himself or smack his head on the table. Why on earth he said that? If the man wasn't running before now he's definitely going to. But Castiel kept sitting watching Dean with curiosity. Dean tried to explain himself so not to look like a creep, though it will be hard to do when he keeps digging this messy hole for himself.

"You see, you reminded me of someone I lost, a lot and I just thought that maybe you were that person, you know? Stupid hope." Dean was looking for his reaction but the man remained still

"Was that someone important?" he asked with a very serious and troubled face. Dean looked at him and smiled:

"Yes, very. Actually he was my best friend, a shoulder to lean on, you know?" Cas shook his head:

"No. I don't know that feeling. I never had a friend. At least I think so." Dean was startled. He wasn't sure if Castiel was talking in general or he was referring to Dean. Maybe Cas remembered everything but hated Dean so much he decided to build a wall between them, to forget about him, to move on. Cas kept talking:

"You see I can't help you to find out who I am as I myself, don't know that" he looked down at the table and added "I wish I knew. It's so hard to be so alone and outlandish, the only thing I know is that my name is Castiel. It's unmanageable to walk around without knowing a thing about yourself." He looked away with a pain in his eyes "I'm sorry I don't know why I'm telling you this, but you just seem so familiar, I feel so safe talking to you." Dean wanted to hug Cas and tell him the truth so badly but he still wasn't sure whether it's a good idea, so he just asked:

"What about that girl you were looking for at the bar last night, Cas? Is it okay for me to call you Cas?"

Castiel just shrugged his shoulders and answered:

"I don't know her, I was wandering in the streets one night lost and wounded. She just appeared from nowhere like an angel and called me Castiel. She healed me and put me into bed at some motel. When I woke up she was gone and I have been searching for her since then. And well about you calling me Cas - it's fine. That sounds somehow familiar and comforting. Maybe you think people used to call me by this nickname?"

Dean smiled and said:

"It's possible. You know maybe I could help you to find that girl? My job is kind of looking for things that are very hard to find or just don't want to be found"

"So you are a detective?" Dean saw that Cas was excited to be offered some help, he figured people weren't very friendly to this extraordinary stranger, Dean smiled. He was so happy talking to Castiel that he wanted for this moment to never end.

"You can say that." he looked at Cas, gave him a warm smile and called the waiter. Dean knew that there's a new beginning. He was determined to help him find this girl and get his memories back. This is how he's going to make things right again. Cas smiled at him too, happy as ever, he didn't know why, but this man made him feel good and needed.

Thank you for reading it. Let me know if you like it so I could know whether to continue or not. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn't my mother tongue.