"Castiel, do not touch my presets."

"Touch presets!"

Dean ground his teeth. Yet again, he had cause to regret that all of his cassette tapes of classic rock had been destroyed with his car. He'd searched for a classic rock station, but the best he could find was a variety station that played classics in the morning when he had to drive to work. Now, unfortunately, it was playing pop. But it was certainly better than Cass's channel surfing. "Dude, I am so sorry I showed you how to adjust a radio," he complained. "Now look, I'm not telling you again. Keep your grubby fingers to yourself!"

Castiel, naturally, paid no attention. He fiddled with the stereo in the car, tuning away from the station Dean had been listening to and settling on a country station. Some overpaid country windbag was singing about honey. Dean glowered at Castiel and changed the channel. Now some oversexualized superstar was singing about sugar. Apparently, it was a day for songs about sweeteners. Castiel turned it back to the country station, where the hillbilly was going through a ridiculous list of matching things to compare to his love. It made Dean roll his eyes in irritation, and he quickly switched it back. Now the high falsetto sounded amazingly like someone had just kicked the singer in the groin. Castiel's eyebrows went up, and he quickly turned it back. The two fought shamelessly over the radio for a few moments, Castiel switching back to the country station and Dean returning it until Dean finally got frustrated and shut the radio off.

Silence.

Cass was staring at the marks on Dean's wrists again. He hadn't said anything, but with Castiel, that didn't necessarily mean much. The observant blue eyes had locked onto the marks shortly after Dean came home in their new ride. He kept reaching for Dean's wrists, and Dean kept pulling them away, quickly trying to redirect Castiel's attention elsewhere. Now Cass was reaching again.

"Don't, buddy," Dean called, pulling his wrist away once more. "Just leave me alone, ok?"

Castiel remained silent, his eyes on Dean.

They made a quick stop at the home of their new landlord. Dean had directed Castiel to wait in the car while he handed over the money and got the key to their new apartment. Then they quickly moved in. The apartment was unfurnished, which was bad news as Dean had lost all of his furniture. But it was dry, it was warm, and most important, it was Dean's. The two of them tossed their bags of belongings into the apartment, reverently hid Bessie in the closet, locked up, and were back in the car for the trip to Sam's.

Sam's house wasn't far. His brother was full of compliments about Dean's car, but he never questioned exactly how Dean had obtained it. It was one of the reasons Dean considered Sam such a good friend as well as his brother. Somehow, he frequently knew when not to ask questions. The car was three years old, but in excellent condition, probably better than the one Dean had driven across the country in. With proper maintenance, Dean believed that it would last a good long time. Fortunately, Dean had learned a bit of auto mechanics from his uncle Bobby. He was confident he could do enough of the basics to keep it running.

Assuming, of course, that no more meteors or top-secret government weapons or God alone knew what else destroyed it.

It was almost worth the price Dean had paid.

Meanwhile, Castiel had grabbed Sam in a bear hug. "My brother Sam Winchester!" he'd announced.

"Oof! Hey!" Sam squeaked. "How you doin' there, Doe?"

"Actually, we settled on the name 'Castiel Novak,' and it seems to be working out pretty well," Dean explained as Castiel let Sam go and started wandering towards the house. "He's still only repeating things I've said, but honestly, Sammy, we've been understanding each other fairly well."

"Well, that's good. So what…" Sam suddenly gasped. "Whoa! Castiel, look out!"

Dean whirled and saw a massive Rottweiler come charging around the car parked in the other driveway of the duplex where Sam lived. To his horror, it was running straight for Castiel, snarling and baring its teeth. Dean gasped in alarm, but Cass simply turned and smiled at the dog.

The dog skidded to a halt, cocking its head and raising its ears at the strange man.

Castiel knelt down, and the dog got up and padded over. Its tail wagged as Cass scratched behind its ears. And then the massive dog rolled over onto its back, whining for its stomach to be scratched.

"Holy shit!" It was a very pregnant woman, coming out of the other house. "I'm so sorry! He got away from me when I was letting him out. I was on the phone and hadn't realized people were out here or I would have been more careful. But I've never seen Godzilla act like that with a complete stranger!"

"Old Godzilla's tried to tear a piece out of me a time or two," Sam confessed. "Cass, you work with dogs before?"

Cass shook his head, still smiling as he rubbed Godzilla's stomach. The dog appeared to be in a state of bliss, tongue lolling as it gazed upside-down at the man in adoration. Castiel rose and gestured towards the pregnant lady, and Godzilla immediately got up and trotted obediently back.

"Wow, that is amazing!" the woman called. "You should be a dog trainer, Mr...?"

"Castiel Novak," Castiel supplied. He was wearing the cowboy hat today, something Dean may or may not have encouraged, and now he tipped it at the woman. She seemed almost as smitten with him as her dog.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm not going to lie, that scared the shit out of me. C'mon, Cass, you charmer, let's see you work your magic on Jess and the kids."

Sam and his wife Jess had a daughter, Lilly, who was six, and two twin eight-year-old boys, Jeremy and Paul. All three children watched, wide-eyed, as the stranger walked right up to their mother and pulled her into a bear hug that was just as enthusiastic as the one he'd given Sam.

Dean tensed, but Jess, apparently, had heard about Castiel from Sam. "Oh, what's he like when he gets to know you? Honey, it's not really good manners to just hug strangers," she explained patiently, laughing as she tapped Castiel's cheek. "This is what you do. Hold out your hand like this. There! Then we shake hands like this." She pumped his hand. "And you say, 'Pleased to meet you!' Can you say that?"

Castiel only smiled, continuing to shake her hand. Jess laughed again. "Ok, that's enough," she called, taking her hand away. "You'll get it."

"Jess, kids, meet Castiel Novak," Dean called. "Cass, this is Sammy's wife Jess, his daughter Lilly, and the boys are Jeremy and Paul. Say, 'Pleased to meet you,' Cass!"

"Pleased to meet you, Cass!" Cass echoed, beaming.

That got a laugh from the kids. Castiel's blue eyes twinkled. Then he turned back to Jess and extended his hand again. "Pleased to meet you, Jess," he said.

Jess looked delighted, once again shaking his hand. "Pleased to meet you, too, Castiel. You learn fast, don't you?" she noted as he let go of her hand.

"Yeah, Cass here isn't nearly as dumb as he looks," Dean drawled, winking at the kids.

Castiel rolled his eyes. "I love you, Dean Winchester."

"Love you too, buddy!"

"Get in the house, you idiots," Sam called.

Jess slipped her arm through Dean's as they went inside. "How is he, really?" she asked quietly.

"Better," Dean reported. Jess was a nurse, and Dean was interested in her opinion. "He says he remembers who he is, but I haven't made a lot of progress with figuring out much about his past. He still doesn't remember how to write. He probably can't read. I had to teach him how to use silverware to eat, how to bathe, shave, brush his teeth, and just to be on the safe side, I went over the basics of toilet use, hygiene, and handwashing. Yeah, I taught him how to take a shit." Dean shook his head. "It's like I'm raising a giant baby, Jen. This amnesia isn't anything like the movies. Hell, I'm amazed he knows how to walk!"

"The brain is a funny thing," Jess replied quietly. "Has he acted like he has headaches? Slept a lot? Any nausea?"

"I actually have no idea how he sleeps," Dean confessed. "He's awake after I fall asleep and already awake when I wake up. Certainly nothing wrong with his appetite, though!"

"That's good," Jess said. "It sounds like his only real problem is his memory, and that's slowly improving with your help."

"One thing that really confuses me," Dean admitted. "You know how, earlier, you asked him if he could say 'Pleased to meet you' and he wouldn't until I asked him to say it? That's how he is for damned near everything, so far as talking is concerned. He could imitate a southern accent from watching Nascar, but even that was only after I did it first. He didn't seem to pick up any words at all. The only one he gets words from is me. Then he strings them together and even, eventually, picks up on the subtler meanings." He described what happened when he'd talked about needing coffee as a pick-me-up.

Jess snickered. "I wish I could have seen that, him hefting you around like that. Must have been pretty funny! Sounds like he's really strong." She suddenly became serious. "Now are you going to tell me what happened to your wrists? Dean, is that something Castiel did, too?"

"No, that was something else, and I'd rather not talk about it." All the humor had left Dean's face. "Cass had nothing to do with it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Does it have anything to do with that nice car you came over here in?"

"Jess, I said I'd rather not talk about it."

"Guess that's my answer." She kissed his cheek. "Go chat with Sam. Dinner's just about ready."

Dean moved into the living area and sat down in the love seat with Sam, who handed him a beer. Castiel, it seemed, was a big hit among the kids. Normally Lilly, who was the biggest fan of her Uncle Dean there ever was, would shyly hide from strangers. But after enthusiastically greeting their favorite uncle, all three of Sam's kids were climbing over Cass, who was lying on the floor, laughing as he playfully wrestled with them. Among the young children, Castiel was a gentle giant. He rolled over onto his hands and knees. All three children immediately climbed onto his back. With a call of "Yee haw!" Castiel started crawling, giving a ride to the delighted children.

Dean chuckled and handed Sam a slip of paper. "Our new address," he explained.

Sam took it. "What do you need? Everything?"

"Pretty much," Dean sighed. "I even lost that TV you gave me, Sammy. Sorry."

Sam waved off his concern. "It was a piece of junk anyway, just to tide you over. I can – Lilly, do not pull Castiel's hair! That isn't nice! - Sorry, I can give you another TV, actually, from the attic. It was Jess's mom's, until she passed. I should have given you that one to start, but I forgot about it. Turns out, that's a good thing."

"Dude, I can't take anything more from you!" Dean protested. "You've given me so much already!"

"I have an ulterior motive," Sam explained cheerfully. "I'm going to set it on BBC, so when you come home from work, Castiel's saying 'cheerio' and wanting tea."

Dean laughed. "You're such a bitch."

"Whatever, jerk." Sam slapped his brother's knee. "I got an inflatable mattress I can give you, too. Queen sized." He eyed Castiel. "Will that be a problem, the two of you?"

Dean was suddenly fascinated by the label on his bottle of beer. "For him, I doubt it. For me, well, I'll manage."

Sam lowered his voice. "He's a good-looking guy, Dean. Falling for him, are you?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Past tense, buddy. I lost that fight a while back."

Now Sam smiled. "You going to tell him?"

"Eventually. Just give him a chance to heal first, before I spring that on him and potentially make things awkward." Dean gave a shrug without looking up. "He knows I'm bisexual and that didn't bother him, but finding out I'm smitten with him is a different story."

"Gotcha." Sam sipped his beer, smiling as Castiel mock roared and keeled over to the side, spilling the screaming, laughing children onto the sofa. "So you went with Her Nibs into her office at lunch today, and you never came out," he noted. "Then Mr. Lafitte came in, they both went out, and I never saw you again until now. So I checked with the timekeeper, and she told me that you'd clocked out and went home early, sick. Dean, you never call off unless you're too sick to move, and you sure as hell weren't sick before you went into Mrs. Lafitte's office! So what happened?"

Dean's face went blank. "Don't want to talk about it."

His brother winced. "That bad, huh?"

"Worse." He rubbed at his face, looked up again, and was surprised to see the expression on Sam's face. Quick as a flash, Sam seized Dean's arm and slid his sleeve back. Then he stared pointedly at the marks on Dean's wrist. Dean sighed and pulled his arm away. "Like I said, I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, Dean. I will give you some space now," Sam declared. "But after dinner? We're talking about this. Because if those marks are what I think they are, things have gotten way past the point where they're out of hand."

"Alright," Dean sighed. "I'll tell you everything after the kids go upstairs."

A tiny smiling face, partially hidden under a giant cowboy hat, suddenly peeked up at Dean. He smiled and pulled Lilly into his lap. "There's my girl!" he exclaimed. "I was starting to think you'd abandoned me for Cass!"

Lilly giggled, threw her arms around Dean, and kissed his cheek. Dean got up, tilted the squealing little girl back, making the hat fall off, and planted a noisy, sloppy kiss on her cheek in return. "My Princess Lilly!" he announced in his best Romantic Hero voice. "How she takes the breath away! Woe betides the man who challenges this noble knight for the right to her hand. Come with me, Your Highness, and I shall guard thee forever in our castle by the sea!"

She laughed. "Can Cass come, too?"

"Of course he can. He can serve as your noble pony!"

"Yee haw!" Cass called again. He was on the floor once more, still wrestling around with the boys.

"Ok, dinner!" Jess called. "Miss Lilly, tell your uncle to put you down and give Castiel his hat back. Then everyone get washed up and in the kitchen!"

"Moms," Dean sighed, reluctantly putting Lilly down. "They're the only thing scarier than dads!"

Dinner was as delicious as always. Jess was a great cook, almost as good as Laverne. Dean was full of compliments, and Cass echoed them, much to Jess's delight. Cass had also apparently gotten the hang of silverware after Dean's patient instruction over the weekend. He still continued his habit of obviously enjoying each bite of food. Mashed potatoes with melted butter and gravy, it seemed, were a big hit with him. Cass had four helpings, belched loudly, making the children laugh, and then said "Excuse me" as Dean had instructed him. Overall, Dean thought he did a great job. To an outside observer, Castiel seemed a perfectly normal, if quiet, man, even though he kept his hat on at the table. Dean had been too amused to correct him. Maybe he liked the way Cass looked in it a little too much, but to his credit, and no one else said anything, either.

After dinner, Jess went upstairs with the kids to get them washed up, changed, and ready for bed. They would watch one of their children's movies in the twins' room in their pajamas, leaving the living room open for the adults. Dean joined Sam back on the love seat, each with another beer. Castiel groaned loudly, rubbed his stomach, and collapsed onto the sofa, legs hanging off the edge and an expression of satisfaction on his face. He accepted a beer from Sam and was somehow managing to drink it with his head propped up by the other arm rest. Dean smiled at him, and then stared down at the bottle in his hand.

"So," Sam began, "she tied you up this time?"

"Handcuffs," Dean confessed. "Not my thing, and absolutely not my idea. I had no idea she was even going to do it until it was pretty much too late."

Sam shook his head. "Dean, why in the hell would you let her do that to you?"

"Same reason I let her do everything else that she does to me," he mumbled to his bottle. "What would you do, man? She's your boss. She won't hurt you, but she can certainly fire you, and that gives her all the power. If you don't do what she wants, you're out on the street! So when someone like that tells you to have sex with her, or to let her jump on you while you're handcuffed to her desk? Really, what choice do you have?"

Dean heard a small noise from across the room, but he refused to look up. He didn't want to know how Castiel had reacted to what he'd said. His face was burning in shame.

"And she made them so tight that they caused marks?" Sam asked, incredulous.

Dean shook his head. "I did that myself. She locked me to her desk and then ended up leaving me there for hours. I couldn't stand it and was struggling to get loose."

"What the hell, Dean?" Sam sighed. "What happened when Benny got there?"

"When he showed up, she'd already cuffed me to her desk, and there wasn't time for her to let me go," Dean explained. He went on, telling Sam how he'd hidden under the desk while the two had sex, and how he'd been trapped, handcuffed and locked in her office for hours until she'd returned. "I just wanted her to let me go," he confessed. "But apparently, she wasn't finished with me yet. She offered me the car and enough money to put a payment on this new apartment we have if I got back up on that desk and let her... If I let her." He took a long drink.

"So that's where the new car and the money for the apartment came from," Sam growled. "Because after all that, you still got back up on that desk?"

"Yeah, I whored myself out again," Dean snapped. "You happy now?"

"No!"

Dean and Sam looked up, surprised by the venom in Castiel's voice. The normally serene man was sitting up, clenching his fists, his face flushed with anger. "Bitch! She won't hurt you!"

"Calm down, buddy," Dean called. "This is way too complicated to really explain to you, and you can't possibly understand it."

"She's your boss," Cass snarled. "That gives her all the power. I'm asking for some basic human decency!" He glowered at Sam. "Why won't anyone help?"

"I want to help him, man," Sam defended, looking uncomfortable. "God knows I'd love to drag him into HR and file charges, see that bitch walked out for what she does to him. But Dean has to let me, first."

"I can't do anything to stop her, Castiel!" Dean exclaimed. "I lied on my application and said I have a degree I don't have. If I turn her in, I'll lose my job, and then I'll be trapped in some dead-end minimum wage job, probably two, just to make ends meet!"

"It's alright," Cass replied. "I can get us something more."

"Sure, you could get a job. What did you do before, Castiel?" Sam asked.

Dean's head shot up in alarm. But before he could say anything, Castiel announced, "Castiel Novak, escort service!"

Sam blinked. "Um, what?"

"Yeah, I guess he was a sex worker," Dean sighed. "So actually, I'm kind of surprised he's this upset."

Sam was staring at Cass. "You were a male escort?"

"What the hell, it's a living, right?" Cass's eyes returned to Dean. "I was trapped and the apartment was on fire, and I was screaming for help, and no one even thought to make sure I was alright. Castiel Novak, escort. Help me, please! Escort! Wouldn't have to worry about what the hell my bitch of a boss is going to make me do."

"Ok, he's no longer making any sense to me," Sam declared.

"Me, either, unless..." Dean paused, looking thoughtfully at Castiel. "Go on?"

Cass rolled his lips into his mouth, thinking hard. "I was trapped and terrified I was about to die. You came along like a gift from God. Escort! I just wanted her to let me go. Escort, Dean Winchester! No one messed with me anymore." He thumped his chest with his fist, his expression serious as he stared hard at Dean.

"You saved my life when I was in that fire," Dean said slowly. "You really were like a gift from God. No one messed with me anymore... What, you think you can save me again, from Bela?"

Castiel's face lit up. "Save Dean Winchester from Bela! Castiel Novak, escort service!"

"What, exactly, are you going to do, Cass?" Sam wanted to know. "I'd love to save him too, but we have to respect Dean's wishes, even if he is a damned fool."

"When someone like that tells you to have sex with her, or to let her jump on you while you're handcuffed to her desk? Really, what choice do you have?" Castiel looked disgusted. "No no! Do not do that! Bitch! Escort Dean Winchester. She won't hurt you!"

"Cass, buddy, you can't exactly follow him to work," Sam pointed out. "Honestly, I'm right there with him, but there isn't anything I can do. When she calls him and he goes into that office, the door locks behind him and no one can help him. It's soundproof, so even if he was screaming for help...?"

The look that Castiel shot Sam was enough to immediately silence the other man. "Castiel Novak help!"

Sam raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, calm down, I'm not your enemy here!" To Dean, he said, "I think you got a problem here, man. He talks about being an escort service, but somehow, I don't think he's talking about sex work. I think maybe our friend was some sort of security service?"

"Yeah, I kind of get that impression myself," Dean agreed. "It explains a hell of a lot, especially the way he acted when the cops came for me..."

Sam sputtered. "Wait, the cops came for you?"

Dean made a face and waved his hands. "One thing at a time, Sam! As I said, I'm starting to agree that Cass did some sort of security work in the past, and now he's trying to protect me, and believe me, I'm worried." He turned to Castiel, who still looked upset. "Cass, seriously, buddy, I'm alright. It's not like you can beat the hell out of my boss, and I wouldn't want you to. I appreciate that both you and Sam are worried about me. But you're both worrying for nothing. This was the worst thing she ever did to me, and she's never doing it again. But she didn't hold a gun to my head, ok? No one forced me to climb back up on that desk. She's tried to get me to do things before that I didn't want to do, and when I refused, that was the end of it. I let her have her way this time because I needed the car and the money. But she's never going to do this shit to me again, ok?" He sighed. "Don't look at me like that, both of you? In case it's not painfully obvious by now, my life sucks! Every single time I have had a chance for something good, it's been taken away. Nine times out of ten, the reason it was taken away was because I made a stupid decision. I am the one who lied on that application, I am the one who agreed to have sex with her that first time rather than face the music, and now I am the one who is dealing with all of this."

"It's your call, Dean," Sam sighed. "I think you need help, but I have no idea what I can do to help you."

"I am the one who is dealing with all of this," Castiel called, looking determined. "Don't even think about going back. She's never going to do this shit again. I won't let you do that!"

"You better watch him, buddy," Sam said quietly to Dean, holding his bottle up to hide his words from Castiel. "I think he may just try to do something you'll both regret."

"Got it," Dean mumbled back.

"Good," Sam said aloud. "One strange thing, though, to add to all the other strange things about you, Cass. If you were a security escort, that means you were probably fingerprinted. So why didn't anything pop up when they ran your prints at the hospital?"

"No idea," Cass declared.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Naturally. Now, what is this about the police?"

By the time Dean finished explaining his encounter with Homeland Security, Jess had come down, having put the children's movie on before they went to bed. Dean only had to repeat Castiel's reaction when the cops arrived. She listened quietly as he related what he'd been told.

Immediately, Dean knew he'd probably made a mistake. No one he'd ever known was a bigger believer in conspiracy theories than Sam Winchester. As soon as Dean finished, Sam was off to the races. "I'm telling you, the government cannot be trusted," Sam declared. "I agree that they were feeding you a crock of shit to try to get to Castiel, Dean, but you know they have weapons like that."

"Here we go," Jess sighed. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Listen, you do not know," Sam insisted. "I have books in my library written by ex-CIA, former workers in top secret labs, and a former governor. The things you do not know could turn your hair white! If these people are looking for Cass, then there's got to be a damned good reason. And that reason is probably whatever he used to do before he saved you, Dean."

"On that, at least, we agree," Jess said.

Dean turned to Cass. "Cass? Did you provide security services?"

"Security escort." Cass was nodding energetically. "Bela, you bitch! Castiel Novak will help rectify that."

"Damn, sometimes you string sentences together so well, and other times I can barely figure out what you're saying," Dean complained.

"Focus, Dean!" Sam ordered. "We're finally getting somewhere."

Dean grimaced. "Ok. Who did you escort?"

Cass looked solemnly at him.

Dean stared stupidly back. The silence dragged on until Dean facepalmed. "Of course," he groaned. "I still don't understand why, but unless I say it first, he can't say it. I should sit down and read him a dictionary or a thesaurus!"

"Ok, say the following," Sam instructed. "President, Senator, CIA, FBI..."

Dean helpfully rattled off the long list that Sam came up with, naming every high-ranking government official title and government agency he could think of. But when he asked Cass if he'd escorted anyone with those titles, Cass only shook his head no.

"What about celebrities?" Jess guessed.

"Cass, did you escort any celebrities?" Dean asked.

This time, Cass nodded.

"Interesting, but why would Homeland Security care about some damned celebrity?" Sam scoffed. "Ask him if he guarded any top-secret labs."

"Ask him if it was an actress or actor, or a musician?" Jess called excitedly.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Jess, who gives a damn about...?"

"I do!" Jess hurled a pillow at Sam. "If Cass is the bodyguard of a celebrity, then they'd know who he is. What if he's got family? You saw how good he is with kids, what if he's got little Castiels running around, missing their daddy? Come on, guys, forget your crazy conspiracy theories and think about Castiel!"

Everyone looked at Cass. Cass looked solemnly back at them. Then he yawned widely.

"Oh, what is wrong with me?" Jess exclaimed. "It's late! The poor guy is exhausted."

"You two need to spend the night," Sam announced. "And Dean, we are both calling off sick tomorrow. You left early sick today anyway, so Ms. Bitch can do without us both tomorrow."

"What did that bitch do now?" Jess exclaimed. "Dean, is this anything to do with those marks on your wrists? She tied you up this time, didn't she? And tight enough to leave marks? I should go out there and claw her damned eyes out!"

Dean cringed, Cass scowled, and Sam groaned. "I'll tell you all about it when we lie down, Jess. Leave Dean alone, he's been through enough. How about you grab them some blankets and pillows while I open up the sofa bed?"

Dean thanked them, and once again, Cass echoed it. He smiled at Dean, looking not a bit tired. Then came the uncomfortable realization that both he and Castiel would be sharing the sofa bed. Dean's mind flashed back to the way Cass had held him Sunday morning. The man had no concept of personal space. Still, Dean couldn't forget how good it had felt to just lie there in Cass's arms. With effort, he kept his face carefully neutral as he stripped to his underpants, climbed in and motioned for Cass to climb in next to him.

Castiel, naturally, didn't care. He stripped down as well and lay down in the bed close to Dean. Fortunately for Dean's sanity, Castiel didn't touch him.

When Sam and Jess retired upstairs to their own room, Dean was still. In the light of the street, he could see Cass's eyes, open and staring at the ceiling. Seeming to sense Dean's eyes on him, Cass looked over.

"Sorry," Dean apologized. "Didn't mean to stare. It's just that you're such a mystery, Castiel! The more I learn about you, the more questions I have. No idea how I'm ever going to get to sleep."

Cass smiled. Then he reached over and gently touched Dean's forehead with his fingers. "Sleep," he whispered.

Dean immediately fell asleep.

Sam woke Dean up long enough to call in sick. Then Dean fell right back to sleep. Cass, as always, was already awake both times. But he remained on the sofa next to Dean, and Dean couldn't remember when he'd slept better. Lying next to Cass was better, in its own way, than lying next to Lisa had been. It probably helped that Cass was spooning with him, Dean wrapped comfortably and securely in his arms once more. Dean was so sleepy and content that the implications of this, or Sam's smirk, didn't sink in. He continued to snooze until his phone finally woke him up.

"Hello?" he called sleepily.

"Mr. Winchester? It's Donna, the social worker from the hospital. How is Mr. Doe?"

"He's good." Dean rubbed sleep out of his eyes and snuggled back against Cass without thinking.

"Great! I have some very good news for you both. His brother called, and he's coming here to the hospital in a few hours to collect him."

"What?" Dean was awake now. He squirmed free from Cass and sat up at the edge of the bed. "His brother?"

"You betcha!" Donna happily explained. "Mr. Doe's real name is James Angelo. He goes by Jimmy and works for a very exclusive security company, providing escort services to wealthy clients. And I guess they're good because only the richest and most powerful people use them. They're specialist bodyguards, guarding their clients while in transit all over the world. Apparently, that's what Jimmy was doing when he was attacked, escorting a government scientist who was transporting a top-secret prototype weapon. It's all very hush-hush, but whatever that scientist had with him is what destroyed your apartment."

"I have actually heard a bit of this story," Dean said weakly. He was stunned as he listened. He'd been so sure that the Homeland Security goons had been lying to him! Of course, they'd said that it had been Castiel who'd been the scientist, but not even they knew everything. If Castiel was only the security escort, his company could clear his name, and they could start looking for the real Esau.

"Really? I'm glad to hear he's remembering! Anyway, his brother, Michael Angelo, has been searching for him ever since the incident. Now he's on his way in to pick Jimmy up. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yeah, that's great!" Dean called, projecting enthusiasm he didn't feel. "So, Jimmy's got a family?"

"Along with his brother, Jimmy's got a wife, Amelia, and a daughter, Claire. They're waiting for him back home. Michael says they were frantic, thinking Jimmy had been killed." Her voice grew warm. "Mr. Winchester, I wanted to thank you again for taking Jimmy in. You kept him safe, kept him out of the psych ward, and now he's going to be reunited with his family. I can't wait to see the reunion! How much has he remembered?"

"Just bits and pieces," Dean confessed. His thoughts and emotions were in a whirlwind, jumbled up and impossible to process. He shook his head, trying to focus on the conversation. "I'm sure he'll remember a lot more when he sees his family," he offered.

"Well, don't get your hopes up," Donna warned. "Amnesia isn't like in the movies."

"Yeah, I noticed that. So I need to bring him in, when?"

"Michael is already on a plane," she reported. "He expects to be at the hospital by 2pm. Can you have Jimmy there?"

That was only three hours from now. Dean closed his eyes, swallowed his emotions, and kept his voice level. "Yeah, sure. It's time he went back to where he belongs. Thanks, Donna."

"No problem at all. I'm so glad we've got a happy ending!"

"Yeah," Dean said. "Me too."

Dean hung up and stared at the phone. Behind him, Cass had sat up as well and was looking at him curiously. Sam peeked his head in. "Tell me that wasn't Bela?"

"No," Dean replied. "It was Donna, the social worker from the hospital." He turned to Castiel. "Do you know a Jimmy? Jimmy Angelo?"

"No," Castiel replied.

"Do you remember a Michael Angelo? What about Amelia? Claire?"

Castiel cocked his head, looking confused.

"Who are they?" Sam asked.

"Well, Jimmy is, apparently, Cass," Dean replied. "Michael is his brother, and Amelia and Claire are his wife and daughter. His brother Michael is currently on a plane, flying in to take him." He looked up, forcing a smile he didn't feel as he looked at Cass. "Jimmy, your family found you, and they're coming to take you home."