Dean walks into the bunker with a shocked look on his face. "We live here? Holy crap. I have a sexy ass car and a fucking bunker?"

Sam laughs, "Yeah, long story. We will get there. Here let me show you your room, maybe it will jog your memory."

Sam takes Dean down the hall and opens the door to his room. Sam had come home earlier and removed the weapons that hung on the walls. He wasn't sure if that was a major shock his brain didn't need.

Dean smiles and jumps on the bed, "Memory foam, seems rather funny. Memory." Dean laughs. Sam watches him close his eyes and relax.

"Why don't you relax for a few, I'll come get you when Castiel gets here."

Dean gives Sam a thumbs up, never opening his eyes.

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"Ok, we can't tell Dean that Cas is an angel. Talk about major shock. We will hope that his memory will start filling in the blanks." Sam sits with Kevin and Charlie.

"That is all well and good but he has to wonder about him. Christ, even with the amnesia, they still have that see into my soul stare." Charlie shivers.

"I'm sure he will assume that Cas is like you guys, our friend that is like family. No big deal, we will figure it out. Cas is just going to have to live."

"I see this slapping you in the face, Sam It isn't a good idea to make Cas wait to talk to Dean. It isn't fair." Charlie argues.

"Well that's what we are doing."

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Dean gets up out of the bed and starts to open draws and checks out the clothes inside. He sees lots of jeans and tee shirts. Everything looks well worn and comfortable. He walks to the small closet and opens it. A small laugh escapes him. Flannel. Lots of plaid. Seems Sam and he both have a thing for it. he touches the different shirts, noticing the colors of a few. Bright blue in the plaid, like Castiel's eyes. Dean shakes his head and closes the closet.

Dean starts to feel the walls closing in on him. He feels panic beginning to grab at him. He hates the feeling of being lost. Dean decides to head out to find Castiel. He doesn't want to be alone, and Castiel fixes that.

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"I think you underestimate him"

Dean can hear Castiel's low voice talking, he slows down and quietly listens.

"Castiel, we understand where you are coming from. We know how you feel about him, but Sam thinks it is better to see if he can remember on his own first. We do not want to shock him." Charlie tries to explain, "We want you here, just try to not do anything to shocking."

"If you think it will help Dean, I will try. I will say that I do not agree."

Dean is confused about what they are wanting to keep from him, it sounds like Castiel doesn't agree. After standing there for a few more minutes, Dean decides the panic is winning out over wanting to stay hidden and listen.

"Hey Wolverine, hows it going?" Charlie asks.

Dean waves a bit but walks past every one to stand near Cas. Sam watches his brother break the personal space rule that Dean has bitched about for years. He watches as Dean's hand slowly reaches out and holds the sleeve of Cas' coat. Things are going to get very interesting.

Cas feels Dean's hand on his coat. He looks over at him, "Feeling Okay, Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas. Feeling better now." Dean smiles at him. Dean can't explain why this one person can make the anxiety disappear.

Cas hears Dean use the nickname he gave Castiel and it fills Cas with a warm rush. Maybe slowly his Dean will find his way back.

"I picked up your favorite burgers and I got you apple pie. They were out of cherry. I would have gone somewhere else, but I wanted to get back."

"Apple is great. Thanks."

Cas just watches Dean, Dean's eyes are locked on his. He can feel the tension flowing out of Dean. "Would you like to eat?"

Dean catches himself staring. He laughs a little, "Yeah, that would be great."

Dean goes and sits down almost dragging Cas by his sleeve. Everyone is watching and wondering what he is doing. Cas follows without a word. He sits beside Dean, making sure Dean can hold his trench coat.

Dean dives into his food with gusto. Every one around is talking and eating. Everyone but Cas.

"You aren't hungry, Cas?" Dean asks.

"I don't require..." Cas starts

Sam interrupts, "He already ate, right, Cas?"

Cas just looks at Sam and nods. Cas is not comfortable keeping things from Dean. Cas isn't very good at lying, either. The last time he kept things from Dean, bad things happened.

"So Cas, is this your work uniform? I haven't seen you wear anything else." Dean asks with a mouth full of burger.

"Um, Uniform?"

Charlie jumps in, "Yeah, well you know how those people at the top are, always wearing those suits. Cas why don't you go change and relax, you don't have to worry about work for a little while, right?"

Cas tilts his head. Sam decides to just send a prayer out in his head hoping it reaches Cas. "Cas, I pray to you, just go into Dean's room and change into something. He can't see you in that all the time. Amen."

Cas looks over at Sam with an angry look, this is going to get too confusing before it is all over. Cas is willing to at least try, if it will help Dean.

Cas looks over at Dean beside him, "I'll be right back." Cas shrugs his coat off and rests it next to Dean on the seat of the chair. Dean quietly pulls the coat over to his lap and smiles at Cas. Cas knew to leave the coat, he knew it was a comfort to Dean.

Dean watches as Cas leaves the room. A slight wave of panic hits. His hand wraps around the coat in his lap. He can feel the others eyes on him but he chooses to ignore it and grabs the pie that Cas had cut for him.

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Dean sits and listens as Charlie and Kevin argue about what gaming system is best. He isn't following too closely. Sam has brought the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

Dean hears someone enter back into the room, he raises his eyes to see who. His breath catches in his throat. Cas is standing there in a pair of faded jeans, loose on his hips. Cas has bare feet. He has a faded Led Zeppelin tee shirt on with a flannel over it. Holy crap, it is the plaid shirt Dean had compared to his eyes earlier. Dean doesn't remember anything from his past, but he knows that he has never seen anything quite as awesome as Cas looks right now. Their eyes lock, Cas smiles slightly.

Charlie watches the interaction between the two. Oh this is going to be very, very fun to watch.

As Dean watches Cas, he realizes again that he is wearing the clothes from inside his room. Dean is starting to figure out a few things. Cas' clothes are in his room. Cas makes him feel safe, comfortable. His body reacts to Cas more than anyone else. "Holy Crap." Dean thinks, "I'm gay."

Dean figures that no one wants to tell him. He guesses they didn't want him to be shocked and flip out more. He is supposed to remember on his own. Dean has to admit that there isn't any true memory there, just feelings. He knows he loves Castiel. He knows it down to every fiber of his being. There is no doubt in his foggy mind that he is head over heels for the dorky dude. He grabs the coat tighter on his lap.

Sam enters the room and notices the staring between his brother and the angel. Looks like somethings never change. Sam sees that Cas has changed into Dean's clothes and he actually looks pretty normal. The shirt makes his eyes even more blue, if that is even possible. Sam catches Charlie's eyes and she smiles at him. Knowing her she is trying to fangirl how to make those two married before tomorrow.

"So Dean," Sam interrupts the eye love, "Anything seem to be clicking in place?"

Slowly Dean drags his eyes from Cas to his brother. "Somethings seem to be coming clearer, feelings mostly."

"Oh, good. Like what?" Kevin asks Dean.

Dean looks back at Cas who has stayed at the edge of the room, "This and that."

"Ok." Kevin says.

"Are you going to come sit Cas?" Dean asks.

Cas nods and heads over to sit next to Dean. Once seated, Cas feels a hand softly holding on to his sleeve again. Cas shifts his head and subtly lets Dean know it is ok.

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