At that point, Sam had steered the conversation, talking to Cas about the hunts he had been on. Dean remained quiet, ignoring the conversation.

When Cas said those words, all remaining hope that Dean had drained away, leaving a pit in his stomach. Dean felt horrible for thinking that way, but he secretly regretted fixing Cas. No he thought no, that's not true. I know Cas doesn't love me, but it's better than nothing. He's still my best friend. Sitting up, he joined in the conversation.

"There was this one time when me and a couple of hunters joined up to flush out a nest. They were insane. These vamps were reenacting Twilight. Made themselves sparkle and everything. It was really bizarre. But we got them all in the end."

"Dude, what is it with all the monsters acting up." Dean interjected, "Remember that time with the shapeshifter?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Sam exclaimed, excitedly, like a puppy. "He would change himself to look like different creatures of horror movies." Looking at Cas. "You would have liked being on the case."

"It seems we have a lot of making up to do," Cas said. "Tell me. Did you two restart the apocalypse while I was gone?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"If only," Sam laughed.

Dean stood up, "Well, now that Cas is done stuffing his face," he grinned as Cas looked down, "I say we go out and get a drink this evening after we get you cleaned up. After all, you've got a working liver and a body that can feel a buzz," he winked.

Sam laughed again, "Sounds like a plan to me!" He stood up and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table. Dean looked at his brother, smiling, and his best friend back in a trench coat. While it wasn't the best of circumstances, Dean was happy.

They got back to the bunker and Sam led Cas to a bedroom. "I figured you'd need somewhere to sleep until we get you sorted out." He explained, "There's some of your suits in the closet," Cas walked over to the closet."But from what Dean said, you've be dressing a bit more... casual." He chuckled. Cas wrinkled his nose, stroking a suit. "I think I'll be fine with my suits." He was silent, until he heard the sound of the shower running, "Dean." He whispered, "how was he? After I... left."

Understanding what he meant, Sam sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "It was... rough, at first. But he was getting better-" Sam stopped.

Cas turned around and looked at him, "until...?"

"I was trying to get him out of the bunker, you know, thinking that if he had a hunt, he could get his kind off if the... situation. I found a hunt, actually, because of you. You were a witness to something. But it was purely coincidental. At least, that's what I was trying to tell myself. I think Is had secretly hoped that seeing you happ, or something, would help him get better. While I questioned you, Dean saw your trench coat in a box. You were giving it away." A look of horror crossed Cas's face. He did love that trench coat...

"Anyway, he got pissed and kicked me out. Told me to find my own way home. So I had to work on the case myself. I realised it was a Norse demigod, Vali. I tracked him down at the house of a victims mistress. He took us both. She managed to get my phone and call Dean. He managed to safe me before my heart got cut out, only because I had interfered though. I was a bit worse for wear. I guess he couldn't stand seeing me get injured "on his watch", so he wrote me a note and left. I don't know much of what happened while he was away. All I know is he called me one day and then shows up here with you unconscious." Sam explained. "But he looked like shit, to be honest."

Cas nodded, "I truly am sorry, Sam. If it weren't for me..."

"If it weren't for you," Sam interjected, "We'd be rotting in the ground and the world would have burned... metaphorically. You saved us, Cas. Don't ever feel bad for that."

Sam put his hand on Cas's shoulder and squeezed it, getting up. "There should be a towel and a razor in the dresser. Just don't use up all the hot water." He left the room. Cas went over to the dresser, grabbed the towel and razor and stood outside the bathroom door. The door opened and Dean came out, in just a towel, holding his clothes. Suprised at seeing Dean, he dropped his clothes. "Jesus, Cas! You trying to give me a heart attack?"

Cas bent down quickly to grab them. Dean licked his lips. Cas handed him his clothes. "No, why would I be trying to block the flow of oxygen to your heart?"

Dean stared at him and burst out laughing. He rubbed Cas's hair, "Man, I missed that."

Cas watched Dean as he walked back to his room, admiring Dean's back. He's very fit. Shaking his head, Cas sighed and went into he bathroom to take a shower.

Cas had to admit that he enjoyed the human sensation of showering and eating. The warmth of the water was something that he enjoyed, but he didn't like feeling so powerless.

He decided to go outside to get some fresh air. Being a human was confusing, but the confusion he felt about Dean Winchester wasn't something caused by being human. There was just something about Dean. We have a profound bond... If only Dean saw it that way. He sat down, watching a bee buzzing near him and smiled. He heard someone walking across the gravel towards him. "You know, you're supposed to wear clothes when you go outside." He heard Dean say. Cas stood up quickly, holding the towel up. "I just forgot" he said, defensively, and looked at Dean, who was chuckling. He cleans up nicely. The red shirt he was wearing seemed to intensify thr green in Dean's eyes. "Is your shirt enchanted?" He asked Dean.

Dean gave him a confused look, "Um, no?"

Embarrassment surged through Cas. He started walking back to the bunker to get dressed in real clothes.

Dean watched Cas. Damn, he looks pretty hot.

Dean wanted to help Cas remember when he was human, but he was afraid. Jesus, what am I, fourteen? I can handle rejection. So what if Cas decides that kiss was a mistake? I can- I can handle it. He ran his hand through his hair. It'll be fine tonight, I can forget about it then.

Cas disappeared into his room after that, presumably to sleep. Dean and Sam played some games and caught up as they let Cas rest.

In the evening, they decided to go to a nightclub outside of town. A few drinks in, some girls, they looked to be in their twenties, pulled Cas onto the dancefloor. After giving Sam and Dean a fearful look, he went with them. Sam laughed as he saw Cas's discomfort at the women 'dancing' on him.

"Hey, I'll be right back. Keep an eye on Stud, will you." Dean stood up. Sam nodded, still watching Cas and the gyrating women.

Dean walked outside. He had trouble find time to to smoke with Sam and Cas around. I really need to quit. Those two'll kill me if they find out.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. A woman walked over to him.

"I think I have something you need," she smiled at him.

"No thanks, honey. I don't do prostitution. You could be a cop for all I know, anyways."

She laughed, "That's not what I meant. I'm a witch."

Dean reached for his gun.

"Easy! I'm one of the good guys. My name's Helena. One of my powers is sensing when others are in distress or need assistance." She looked him over. "I'm not sure what kind of assistance you need"

Dean snuffed out the cigarette and tossed the butt in the trash. "I hope you're not lying. I have a friend. An angel. He's lost his mojo..."

She shook her head, "While my powers are vast, that is one thing I can't fix."

Dean sighed, "Right. Awesome. Well... he also lost him memories. At least, he doesn't have his memories from the past few months. Can you get him his memories back?"

She smiled, "of course. That's easy for me to do. I assume he's here with you tonight?"

Dean nodded, "He's the one with a trench coat who looks uncomfortable."

She smiled again, and walked into the club. "I'll be right," she called over her shoulder.

Dean leaned against the wall, waiting for her to get back. His fingers tapped out the beat to "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath on his thigh.

Helena came back outside a few minutes later. He straightened and smiled nervously.

She walked over to him, slowly, frowning. "There seems to be an issue." Dean's smile slipped off his face.

"What happened?"

"It seems your friend has already regained his memories."