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So here is the next chapter, I hope you like it.

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Three months after he woke from his coma Emanuel was sitting by the shore of the small town in which he found himself. It had become a regular thing for him. To sit here, in the cold, wind and rain in his new trench coat and watch the ocean pound the shore. Most people in his situation would have no doubt been afraid of the ocean, having been pulled half dead from its claws, but Emanuel found the sight, sound and smell of it calming. It helped settle his mind so that his memories could surface, and though he had yet to have any more with words he had had snatches of feelings, and thoughts, the sound of childish laughter turning adult, him, Dean and two other men laughing, crying, running, drinking, together. Not that he had any idea of who the other two men were, one was much taller than the rest, though if asked Emanuel would have said he was the youngest. The other was the shortest of the group, but Emanuel thought him the oldest. The feelings that came when he remembered this short blonde man where contradictory in his mind, he felt that he loved him, but that he also irritated him regularly. This made this man fascinating to Emanuel making him wonder who he was. When he had told Anna of these feelings she had declared that it was most likely that the blonde man was his brother, and as such since then he had been trying to remember more about him, hoping it would bring more memories but he had nothing. He had come to the realisation that the more he tried to force them, then the less likely he was to remember. That was why he was once again on the beach watching a storm brew off shore, which would no doubt hit the town by nightfall, clearly his mind of everything, hoping he could find something of who he was in its recesses.

Closing his eyes he felt the spray from the waves hit his face and he allowed his mind to go where it would. And as invariably happened an image of Dean rose up to him. But this was different from the usual memories. This image was in a photograph, with him Emanuel standing next to him, resting his head on his shoulder, it was a photo that oozed their love for each other and brought a smile to Emanuel's lips. But as soon as the photo had appeared the memory changed, the photo was now being held in his hand. He looked up from it to see a concerned expression on the blonde man's face.

"Castiel, what are you doing?" The blonde man said to him making him start, so his name was Castiel? but now wasn't the time to think about that, no, now he needed to see more, learn more, if he could.

"Gabriel, you don't understand, you can't." He remembered himself saying, he let the name slip past him but he registered it in the back of his mind.

"Then explain it to me." Gabriel asked in a gentle voice, it seemed that Anna had been right, the love he got from this man was the kind he had seen an older brother give his younger one throughout this town.

"I love him Gabriel, with all my heart and nothing, nothing will ever change that or remove that feeling from my soul." Ah, this was a memory about Dean then. He had long ago accepted that Dean was without doubt the love of his life, not that he had told anyone here that, though it seemed Gabriel was worried about it. What had happened between him and Dean that gave Gabriel cause for concern? Because from what Emanuel, no Castiel, could see (remember?) his brother had not felt shame at him loving another man, so why?

"Okay Cassie, okay." Came the disembodied voice of Gabriel before the memory was lost to him. It seemed he had been thinking too much to remember more. That was the problem with the memories, they were all just snatches of things in no order. Well at least this one had answered some questions, though it had raised many more.

With that thought he came back to the beach he was on and felt the presence of someone sitting next to him. He knew who it was, Anna was never very far away from him when he left the confines of the hospital, even if he didn't tell her he was leaving she still seemed to know and would follow. At least when she joined him she never spoke, leaving it to him whether he wanted to acknowledge that she was there.

He opened his eyes and stared back out at the ocean and contemplated what to tell her of his memories. Finally he spoke.

"His name is Gabriel."

"Whose?" Anna asked gently, not wanting to disturb the man next to her. She knew he had remembered things that he had not wished to share with her, she understood that. For a start he had not mentioned the green-eyed man since that first time, but she didn't think he had forgotten about him. No, Anna was sure that the man next to her would never forget that man. Maybe that was who was called Gabriel? The green-eyed man?

"My brothers. My older brother's name is Gabriel." He replied still not looking at her.

"That's good, Emanuel, you're doing really well." Anna said with a smile for the man next to her and reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze as they once again lapsed into silence.

Castiel sat there thinking. Anna had called him Emanuel, but that wasn't his true name. The question was though whether he wanted to tell her that. Did he really want Anna to know he was Castiel? And really, who was Castiel? It was just a name after all. He didn't know why, but half of him was afraid to remember who he had been before and this new memory didn't help. What had happened between him and Dean that had caused Gabriel to worry? And did he really want to return to whatever it was? But he knew, deep down, that he was going to have to share this information. So taking a deep breath he spoke once again.

"My name is Castiel."

"Castiel? Like the angel. Yes I can see that." Anna replied with a smile turning to study him, and when Castiel turned back to her with a tilt of his head as if he didn't understand what she meant she elaborated for him. "You have a purity of soul that is fit for an angel."

At that Castiel turned back to watching the waves unsure of what to say to Anna's words. He was just human, there was nothing special about him.

And Anna sat there thinking, there could not be many brothers called Gabriel and Castiel in America. She could no doubt find out who this man that she had attached herself to was, and where he was from. Find out who was looking for him. The problem was that Castiel had asked her not to. Of course there was the old saying that what someone didn't know wouldn't hurt them. With that thought she knew her decision had been made, tonight she would start her investigation into who Castiel truly was.