A/N: Hey there! As promised, I'm back with more! It's sort of a celebratory chapter since I'm officially entering college in five month's time so I made sure to include lots of fluff here (before I start with the angst and hurt and all the evil plans I have in store for Dean-erm, I mean the story ^^v). Anyway, I would love to thank Wesley1501 and my idol What You See in the Shadows for their rocking reviews. You guys stay awesome!

Disclaimer: We all know the truth, so let's just keep it to ourselves, shall we?

CHAPTER TEN: Guardian Angelle

Because of Dean's unprecedented situation, Dr. Angelle Snow had to give over his case to the resident neurologist, a specialist on matters with the brain, and surrender all her responsibilities. She could not, however, stop herself from visiting him whenever she could and bringing him food to eat and things to do. She knew firsthand how nasty hospital food can get and how deadly bpredom goes and she didn't want Dean to go through all that. He didn't need any more stressors. Today, she brought with her some apple pie she made earlier this morning just for this occasion.

Dean has already been transferred to the regular rooms in the lower levels of the hospital so she passes him by on her way to her daily rounds all the time. The nurses attending to him have come to know her as well, so they never questioned it even though she goes to visit him a little earlier than the visiting hours.

Angelle made her way through the familiar pristine hallways with a spring to her step. She's never felt so alive like this ever since the accident and it was a welcomed feeling now. It was as if all the burden on her shoulders has been lifted and she could feel no more pressure. More and more each day, she found herself looking forward to the quiet and sometimes not-so-quiet moments with Dean. Today was wven more special because it was her birthday.

It's been a long time since she last celebrated anything. She often didn't remember her own birthday and she always worked overtime during the holidays. She's found no reason to celebrate anything at all after she lost her Patrick. That is, until she met Dean.

The kid was like a fresh breath of happiness into her life. He ws so young and amusing and matured at the same time. She could discuss with him things she never imagined to talk about with anyone, like what she thought of adult stuff and the like. And yet, during Dean's unguarded moments, he would sometimes let her motherhen him and show her his 'wimpy side', as he called it. The set-up was just heart-stoppingly perfect it made her wonder when the other boot would fall.

Until now though, Dean still hasn't remembered anything. Angelle has been doing her best to keep his mind off the issue, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he starts pressing for answers. The thought made her pause hesitantly outside her favorite patient's door which was slightly ajar.

"Elle?" Dean's cute just-woke-up voice called out to her, making Angelle's fears for him melt for the time being. "I know you're out there."

"How do you always know when it's me?" Angelle grinned as Dean's good mood infected her, pushing her way in with the brown package cradled securely to her chest.

"I just do." Dean shrugged noncommitally, eying Angelle's package a little suspiciously. "What's that?" he asked reluctantly, the look of hesitation that Angelle had come to know quite well was back on his face and sapping him of his buoyant mood.

That's probably one of the things about Dean that drew Angelle in like moth to a flame. He was such a carefree young kid but he oftentimes acted like someone five times his age. Even more than that, there were quite a few bizarre things that he did just recently, one of them being insisting on keeping a salt shaker by his bed. And don't even ask about that weird devilish-looking symbol he drew in the sketch pad Angelle bought for him.

What broke her heart the most was the fact that Dean reacted negatively towards gifts almost like he thought he didn't deserve them. Like he believed he didn't deserve to be happy.

Angelle pushd those dark thought to the deepest recesses of her mind and forced a brilliant smile on her face. She knew Dean would see right through it, but she beamed at him nonetheless. "It's just a little treat for my favorite patient."

Dean's face fell and he stared at her glumly. "Oh."

Angelle felt her chest swell with concern at his reaction. "Aww, Dean! Of course it's for you! You're my favorite little patient!"

"R-Really?" Dean's voice broke on the word and he looked dubious, the kind of expression that clearly says I couldn't dare to hope and believe.

Angelled nodded solemnly. The notion that maybe Dean was badly abused by his parents or family members needled her again and she felt a quick shot of adrenaline in pure fury. Even if they didn't, they neglected him enough to get him hurt as much as this. He couldn't retrieve his memories, but his subconscious still resonated pain.

She approached Dean's bedside and sat beside him. Dean scooted over obligingly, his eyes alight with childish excitement the same way they were each time Angelle brought anything. She knew Dean was trying to downplay it, but he was obviously anticipating for Angelle to tell him it's okay to tear at the packaging.

Settling the paper bag on the table attached to Dean's bed, Angelle watched with joy and amusement as Dean stared at the brown paper reverently. He then looked at her with his patented puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, asking for permission.

"Of course, Deanie," she ruffled his longish dark blonde hair affectionately. "You're my only favorite patient in the whole universe because you are adorable and soooooo cuddly."

Angelle had the pleasure of witnessing the absolute genuine delight in Dean's green eyes before he made a disgusted expression. "Eew!" he protested half-heartedly. "I'm not cuddly!"

The doctor laughed warmly and raised her palms up in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, you're not," she said. "But you know, only cuddly kids can taste this awesome treat I made."

Dean looked at the paper bag once more, subconsciously taking a whiff of the delectable treat. It smelled strangely of cinnamon and his mouth instantly watered in response. This were just the times when his brain would shut down completely and his senses and intuition took over. He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I can be cuddly for today," he sighed in mock defeat.

With another encouraging nod, Angelle urged Dean, "Go on, then, cuddly Dean."

Angelle involuntarily held her breath as Dean eagerly tore through the package. She's never had the opportunity to make pie before, and the few times she really tried to do anything in the kitchen, it had inadvertently ended in inedible lumps of coal or seasonless broth. She followed a cookbook religiously this time, but she still had no idea if Dean would like it. *Come to think of it, I didn't even sample it myself!* Angelle mentally face-palmed.

Angelle was brought back to her sense when Dean spoke, staring at the platter like he feared it would bite him. "P-pie?"

"Yeah. Is something wrong?" She asked automatically, bemused by the little boy's reaction.

Before Dean could answer, however, the shrill ringing of the fire alarm broke through the early morning air. Almost simultaneously, thunder clapped outside, startling Dean, whose eyes grew wide with alarm and obvious fear. As if that wasn't enough, the ground began to shake violently. Angelle shook herself out of her confused daze and grabbed hold of Dean's hand. The pie lay untouched by neithr of them.

"I think we need to go."

"You think, Captain Obvious?" came Dean's snarky reply.

Dean immediately tore the IV drip away from him and hopped out of bed before Angelle could say anything else. Hand in hand, doctor and little hunter made their way outside and into the chaos that was happening in the hallways of the hospital.

A/N: Sooo. Whaddya think? Nice, eh? It's the calm before the storm. *grins mischivously* Stay tuned for more. I'll be in touch soon :P Oh, and review, okay? You guys know the drill.