After one session in therapy, Dean was convinced that he was crazy. The psychiatrist gave him anti-psychotics to take. He took them willingly, hoping that they would help him remember his real life, his life as Jessica's husband, as Dean's brother, as Sam.
Dean didn't remember though. His life still felt artificial and hallow. He didn't feel anything for his wife, and only felt a mild anger at her affair. Cas didn't even talk to him, he was so quiet and depressed. Even his relationship with his brother felt strange and wrong.
One day, Dean was home alone as usual, watching Dr. Sexy, M.D. It was the only thing that gave him some comfort. The characters were the only people he recognized, the only people he felt like he really knew. When the doorbell rang, he almost didn't answer it. Then he told himself it might be girl scouts selling delicious, delicious cookies.
Instead of girl scouts, it was Castiel.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said. "Why aren't you out accounting or whatever?" He didn't like being around Cas. It hurt too much. It didn't make sense to him why Cas was with his brother, and he was with Jessica. It wasn't fair.
"Because it's Friday," Cas said, as if that was supposed to mean something to him.
"Oh, of course," Dean said, pretending he knew what was going on. He was getting good at that.
Cas closed the door behind him carefully. Then he grabbed Dean by the ass and pulled him close, assaulting him with his tongue. Dean wanted to pull away, but he really didn't. Instead he matched Castiel's intensity, unbuttoning his trench coat.
Before Dean knew it, he was laying on top of Castiel in bed, neither of them wearing shirts. Cas was unzipping Dean's jeans and Dean was saying, "Oh Cas, I missed you." And soon they were naked, and Dean was inside Cas, and...
Then things started to fade. It was like Dean was falling asleep, like the lights were fading, like everything was disappearing. No! he was shouting in his mind, and he tried to reach out and feel Cas again, but he couldn't move, couldn't feel anything and it was just black and...
Dean woke up.
And he saw Sam. Even though Dean ached for Cas, the sight of Sam, the real Sam filled him with joy.
"Dean?" Sam said and Dean was so very happy that he was Dean again. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, I'm awake," Dean said. Then he looked around. He was at... a hospital. "What happened?"
"You got into a car accident."
Dean could now feel his head throbbing again, like before. "Of course I did."
"You're going to be fine, just have a bad headache for a couple of weeks," Sam said. "They're going to keep you overnight for observation," Sam said. "How are you feeling?"
"That depends," Dean said. "Do we... hunt?"
"Of course, we hunt," Sam said. "Is something wrong? Are you having a hard time remembering?"
Dean ignored his questions. "Am I married? Are you married?"
"No," Sam said. "Neither of us is married. What's going on Dean?"
"Nothing," Dean said. "I just had a really weird dream."
"Probably from the painkillers they gave you," Sam said. "Tomorrow we can go home and you can rest better."
A sick feeling started to form in Dean's stomach. "Home?"
A/N: Sorry this is so short and fast, but I really love how this chapter turned out. I have to admit, I'm a bit disappointed that this story only has one review, after I put my heart in soul into it. If you're reading this, consider reviewing and making my day.
