Remember Me
Destiel
(Spoilers 5x01) Dean gets injured on a mission and ends up with amnesia. He doesn't remember anything or anyone from the past few years; including Castiel. Dean/Castiel.
It's been a few days and Sam still has not mentioned a case. He insists that he has not found anything worth checking into, but I feel like he has not even been looking. He is still worried about Dean and is trying to figure out what to do and what to tell him. I can tell he is very concerned, so I stay quiet.
I figured Sam was still planning on keeping everything that would be considered a "shock" or "important" a secret from his brother for now, so when he asked to talk with me this morning I was honestly surprised by what he told me.
"I think we should fill Dean in a little. What do you think, Cas?" Sam said looking concerned.
"What is "a little"?" I answered.
"Like," he paused, "things that are important, but won't reopen any wounds. Like don't tell him about…well, you know, the story of how you two really met and stuff like that."
"What do you want me to tell him then?"
"Well, I'm thinking about telling him about killing Azazel, but then just leaving out the part where I die and he makes a deal." Sam smiled weakly.
I just nodded. I did not know what I should tell Dean. But I wanted to stop having to lie to him. I wanted to tell him something about me that was true. Maybe if I did, we would be able to repair the bond we had.
...
So here I am, standing in the kitchen figuring out what to tell Dean and how. Dean and I are not close anymore so asking him to talk in private out of the blue would probably make him suspicious. But then again, he was already suspicious of me. Despite what Sam told him, Dean does not seem to trust me. He hides it pretty well, but I can tell. I do not blame him either.
As my thoughts were wandering from my original problem, Dean appeared next to me.
"You with us?" he said as he gave me a confused look.
"I was just thinking."
"Don't try too hard." Dean opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
Maybe this was a good time.
"Where are Sam and Bobby?"
"Sam's upstairs and I think Bobby's still outside working on something. Why?"
"I just…wanted to talk to you."
"Go ahead."
"Okay. It is something that I have wanted to tell you since you lost your memory."
This got his attention.
"What?"
"I am not a hunter. Not exactly. I do accompany you sometimes, but not for the reasons that you are thinking. I have not been honest with you, Dean. Sam told me not to tell you anything that may shock you for a while, so I had to keep things from you. I am sorry."
Dean just looked at me. He seemed to have too many questions in his head to put into words.
"Okay. Well fine, then start explaining who you really are."
"I am an angel of the Lord."
Dean looked at me in disbelief for a few seconds and then just laughed it off.
"An angel? You're kidding me. I never took you for the joking type, Cas," Dean said.
I looked into his eyes. I wanted him to believe me.
There was silence.
"You're…kidding. Angels don't exist, Cas," Dean said.
"They do, Dean. You are standing in front of one."
Dean did not say anything.
….
I guess I was hoping that it would just come back to him. As soon as I told him the truth, he would just remember. This did not happen though.
I stood there silently.
"If angels do exist, then why didn't they save my mother? Or my dad? Or anyone!"
"I saved you."
"Sure, saved me from what? I don't even know if I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth."
"I am being honest now, Dean. Check your shoulder. I am sure you noticed the handprint."
"You aren't going to tell me that was you-"
"It was."
Dean seemed to start to believe me, but he was still upset with me.
"Why would you save me of all people? And why couldn't you just tell me you were an angel from the start instead of making up that story about being a hunter?"
"Think of how you are reacting now. And it was your brother's idea, not mine, though I have to agree with his intentions. I do want you to be happy, Dean."
"You want me to be happy? You're talking like you're my brother. I barely know you. We aren't family-"
"You are like my family. You may not feel the same way now, but I still do. Even if you do not care for me anymore, I still feel the same way about you as I did before. That will not change, Dean."
" So what, were we like a couple before or something?" Dean said.
"No, but…"
"But…?"
"You were my friend, no, we were friends. You did not seem to like me at first, but as time went on, we became…close."
Dean was quiet again. He seemed to be searching through his thoughts. I guess at this point, I began hoping again; that it would come back to him.
"I don't remember you. At all, like I never met you. But for some reason, I feel like I can believe you. I don't know why, it's weird, but it's like I know that you are telling the truth."
I smiled. His memory did not return, but things might just turn out okay despite that.
"I don't know how I became friends with someone like you, but I guess I should be used to weird things by now," Dean said laughing a little as he took a sip of his beer for the first time since I began the conversation.
Maybe Dean and I could become what we were before. Maybe this would work.
Then, not a second later, a bottle shattered into pieces as Dean collapsed onto the floor.
I hope you liked the chapter. (: I'll try to have the next chapter up soon, but this week is going to be very busy so it might take a little bit longer than usual. Sorry about that. Oh, and please post nice reviews and/or constructive criticism. Thank you! (: