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Castiel sat in the livingroom carefully making sure he did stare at anything in particular as he waited for Dean to arrive. He was coming round this morning, and Castiel had agreed to give Dean a chance, though what he was supposed to talk about to the man he had no idea. I mean he had been married to a Castiel who no longer existed and he refused to pretend to be that man, even if he did objective see what that Castiel had been in his husband. Dean was rather attractive after all, with his green eyes and symmetric features, but if Castiel was to be interested in him that way he would want him to smile more. Of course he knew if he was to say this out loud everyone would argue that the only reason Dean did not smile now was because of him. He did not want to be a reason for someone not to smile. That was wrong, surely. How could he cause the pain that academically he knew he was when he didn't remember anything? It was too much for his brain to comprehend. Maybe if he had some references he would understand, but he did not. With that thought his eyes unconsciously travelled to the pictures on the mantel where Dean was smiling enough to make his face split, but that was just one day, of Dean and the other Castiel's wedding day, no doubt he was happy then. But that wasn't a normal day, a normal smile. Not something Castiel could try to understand that missing, something he could try to see if he could get back onto the man's face. Not that he was planning on jumping into bed with Dean, but the other Castiel had obviously loved him for some reason. And Castiel wanted to know why. Wanted to know what it was about this man that his mother had liked. What it was he had once loved. But looking around this room nothing could give him those answers, and he doubted if he asked Dean if he could any more than the pictures on display. The simple fact they were on display told him they were special in some way, and as such not a true representation of who the other Castiel and Dean had been.

He sighed and checked the clock once more. Dean was not meant to be here for another half an hour and Gabriel had gone to his new office to sort an issues with some client. Castiel really didn't have much idea, but then he also didn't really care. Gabriel's career was nothing to him after all and he was an adult, he could entertain himself for half an hour, right? with that he once again looked round the room, trying not to focus on anything in particular, he did not want to have a break down as he had the previous day. He could do this. He could cope with the changes about him. He could survive on his own. But during his sweep his eyes picked up on something he had not noticed before, and it was something that sent him to his feet, walking towards the bookcase in the corner of the room and onto his knees in front of it. For what he had seen, on the bottom shelf, was a row of photo albums. Maybe these would show a more accurate picture of who Dean and the other Castiel was. A more real depiction of their life. As such he pulled out the one that was furthest to the left and settled himself down to start looking through it. To see what he could find out about his supposed husband and the man he had apparently once been.

Dean walked up to his own front door with a nervousness he wasn't sure he had ever felt before. I mean, him and Cas had been thrown together the last time, they had had no choice but spend time in each other's company. But this was different. This was him turning up at a house he called home to see a man he called husband, but not. He wasn't here to see his husband Cas, he was here to see Castiel, to show him what they had had, or maybe it was what they could have together now. He really didn't know how to act. I mean, would Castiel even look at him all the time he was visiting? Oh god, visiting, that was a joke. This was his home too. This was his life, how the hell was he going to handle this? But that didn't matter, because he had no choice, handle it he would. That was his job now, to be the strong one for the both of them.

Arriving at the door he wondered if he should ring the bell of use his key. Well that wasn't strictly true, he knew he should ring the bell. But a part of him, the part that insisted that he still called this house his home, refused to let him do that. As such he found himself opening the door as quietly as he could with the key on his chain. He could always retreat and ring the bell if he found he had done the wrong thing, right?

Walking into the hallway Dean found peace at the smell of the place, it was still smelt the same, it was still the same home he would come home to every evening after work. It was strange how much that settled him. As if he had thought, just because Castiel had lost his memories of them, the house would somehow be changed. But it wasn't. And that calmed his nerves as nothing else could. Closing the door quietly behind him he could hear Gabriel's voice from upstairs and he guessed he was working, not everyone could take the time off he had, mainly because he owned the garage he worked at and as such had called in his staff to cover for him. Luckily he had a very loyal staff who would happily work whatever he needed so that he could help Cas. They all loved him too after all. He was the one that organised there Christmas presents and insisted on sending care packages when they were ill. And if they were alone it was Cas that invited them around for dinner. That was just Cas' way. he loved helping people.

Shaking that thought from his head he moved quietly to the partially open door of the sitting room. It was there he found Cas, no Castiel, sitting engrossed in one of their many photo albums. Dean remembered how he had always be snarky at Cas' need to record everything with a photo, and how he had jokingly told his husband that if he wasn't careful he would be living his life through a lens. But now, seeing Castiel looking through the first of the many albums Cas had insisted on keeping Dean was grateful. Was there such a thing as providence? Was Cas' insistence at keeping photographic evidence of every little thing because somehow, he knew deep down that this day would come to pass? Whatever the reason Dean was so very grateful for it right then. He could show Castiel their love, he could prove its existence, and maybe he would be able to get him to see it in the reality they now lived. With that thought Dean walked into the room and looked over Castiel's shoulder to see what picture he was looking at. It was one that caused a smile appear on his face at the memory.

"That was my birthday, just after we had got together." He said without thinking, a gentle smile on his face as the memories the picture of him and Cas, arm in arm and party hats askew, brought to the fore of his mind.

Castiel had been so engrossed in looking at the pictures which all contained the other Castiel he had not heard anyone enter. When heard Dean's voice he jumped. It was strange, he had not heard it properly, or more precisely not listened to it, since that night Gabriel had told him his mother was dead, and yet he could still recognise it as that belonging to the man who was in all the pictures he had seen. Cas' husband. He guessed he should be angry that the man had just walked right in, but should he really? I mean this was more his house than it was Castiel's anymore. But right now he didn't care about that. That was too hard to think off, came with too much pain. No, the only thing he could think was that the smiling green eyed man in the pictures he was looking at was now behind him. And for all Castiel wasn't ready to admit any relationship to him, he did not know Dean after all, he knew that this man was the only one who could tell him of Cas. Of the dark haired, blue eyed man in all these pictures. It was almost as if he had a twin whom had had a life he had no knowledge of and yet suddenly died. Yes, that was how to deal with this. Think of 'Cas' as a twin. A life he wished to know about but had no relation to him.

"I don't know you Dean. But I would like to know of your relationship with Cas. Would you tell me?" Castiel asked turning his head up so he could met the green eyes of the man who knew the other him better than anyone.

"Sure Castiel. I'll tell you whatever you like." Dean replied with a small smile at hearing the man he loved address him directly for the first time in what seemed like forever. With that Dean sat himself down next to Castiel and turned to the front of the album.

"let's start at the beginning shall we?" He asked smiling gently. But Castiel looking at his face could see the shadow of the smile on the mantel piece on his face, and for the first time since all this had happened he started to see just what Cas had seen in this man. Just a touch of it, but it was enough to know that if he let himself he could still walk the path the other him had. The question was, did he want to? Did he want to be with a man who loved another? Even if that other was just another version of himself? No, too much to think right now. First, find out the story, listen to the tale he wanted to hear from Deans lips. Then he would think about what would happen next. Find out his twins story, that was all he wanted right now, it was all he could deal with right now.