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.
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I had the opportunity to tell Sam and Bobby what was really going on and part of me felt that would be the best choice, but I did not tell them. Dean wanted to keep that information from them, so at least for now, that is what I was going to do.
Our situation seemed kind of hopeless however I looked at it though. Dean only had a few days left before Zachariah came back for him and I could not do much at all to fight for him.
What choice did we have left?
I looked over at Dean, Sam and Bobby. I watched them look through the notebook looking for anything that might help. They were determined to make things work; they always were. So I decided to try for them.
"If we could kill him…" I said, mostly to myself. Three pairs of eyes looked up at me as I spoke.
"How would we do that?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." I answered.
"But it's possible, right?" Dean asked.
"Yes. But I cannot," I said, "as I am now."
"Well how would you do it, if you could?" Dean asked.
"It would be difficult. Zachariah is very strong, but an angel killing blade should be able to kill him."
"I'm guessing you don't have one though," Dean responded.
"No. I did, but when I lost my grace, my blade was taken as well. I should have thought ahead and given it to you guys, but I did not. I apologize."
"Do you know where you can get another one?" Bobby inquired.
"Well many angels carry them, so if we could find one who does-" I answered.
"Then we can take theirs," Sam finished.
"Yes, however, we will have to be very quick and prepared. They won't let it out of their hands easily," I said with warning.
"But you think we can do it?" Sam asked.
I nodded. This plan might work after all.
…
I explained the details of how this plan would work and everyone agreed that it was our best option. The only negative side to this option was that it was cutting it close. Extremely close. We were to get the blade the day Zachariah came back and depending on how things went, possibly take him down not long afterwards. If the plan did not work, we would not have much to turn to. But it was all we had.
I showed the three hunters how to make an angel banishing sigil and made sure they knew exactly how it worked. After that, we just had to wait and prepare ourselves. We did not know exactly when Zachariah was going to come back. Dean had said "a few days", but that was not very specific. So we had to be ready.
And I figured that we should also be prepared for the worst. As much as I did not want to think about it, I could not help but to consider the possibility that this day could be my last with Dean. It was possible after all.
So I decided to go talk to him. I looked around and eventually found him sitting on the trunk of his beloved Impala with a beer. It was starting to get dark outside, but he did not seem like he was planning on coming inside anytime soon. I walked over to him and smiled as best as I could. He gave a quick half-smile and moved over a little so I could sit beside him.
I sat down and was surprised when he bent down and pulled out another beer from a cooler beside his car and handed it to me. I took it and just held the cold drink in my hands. Neither of us broke the silence for a long time.
"Do you actually think it'll work, Cas?" Dean asked, after a while.
"I do not know." I admitted.
The silence returned.
Dean was the one to break the silence once again. "You know what's funny?"
"What?"
"I still don't remember dying, going to hell, killing Azazel or anything that happened over the past few years. I don't remember these things, yet I feel like I know so much more than I did when I woke up in that hospital bed."
"Well you do know more. We told you about some of the things that you forgot."
"I know. But that's not what I'm saying. I don't know. Forget I said anything."
I waited before saying anything else.
"And then there is you."
I looked up at him with a confused expression.
"I still don't remember knowing you before I lost my memory, but I feel like I've known you for a lot longer than since you introduced yourself in the hospital."
I smiled a little. "That is strange."
"Yeah. You think it's because we've spent a lot of time together recently or because we were so close before or something like that?"
"I do not know. It is possible, I guess."
"Yeah."
Silence.
"Have you ever thought of where you would be if you never got involved with us?"
"No."
Dean laughed, "Yeah, you probably don't want to think of what you could've had, huh? I'm sure you'd rather be perching on a cloud than drinking beer in a salvage yard."
"No, that is not it," I paused, "I am much happier here actually."
Dean stared at me in disbelief for a moment and then went back to drinking his beer.
"Oh, really? I find that hard to believe, Cas."
"It is true. There is something about you, Dean, that I…" I trailed off.
"What? Are you going to tell me you are love with me or something?"
"No," I lied, "but I am thankful for having met you. You have affected me more deeply than you will probably ever know."
"Okay, Cas, enough with the girly talk," he looked down at my beer that I hadn't even taken a sip out of yet, "You even going to drink that?"
"Oh, I forgot about this." I admitted.
Dean laughed, "You idiot."
I smiled and took a sip of the cold drink. Dean took one as well and then the silence returned once more.
It was not an uncomfortable silence, in fact, it was the opposite. It was a peaceful silence. It was a peaceful silence that lasted until I had finished the whole bottle of beer and the sun had long set.
Suddenly Dean got up from the trunk of his car and closed up the cooler of beer. He turned to face me and signaled to head inside for the night. I understood and got up as well.
When we came inside, I noticed Sam smiling at us. I quickly grasped that he had left us alone on purpose and that he might know more about my feelings than I thought.
I tried not to look embarrassed, but that was not something I was good at. Sam's smile widened, which caused my face to get warmer and I can only imagine how pink my usually pale cheeks became.
Despite that though, I was happy. I was happy to have spent time with Dean talking and just being each other's company. Even though I had much to fear and I had my doubts about how well we will be able to overcome the issue hanging over all of our heads, I truly was happy.
I just wished that it could have lasted longer.
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