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Part 2!

Castiel blinked at the two men in front of him. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" he asked.

Sam and Dean slowly straightened. Dean squinted at his old friend, trying to confirm himself that the man in front of him was Castiel. "Cas, dude!" he cried, still not believing what he was seeing. "We thought you were dead!"

The former Angel scrunched up his face and leaned back a little, pondering. "I'm sorry," he apologized, looking genuinely upset. "I don't know who Castiel is." He pondered for a moment, then looked a little hopeful. "Is that my name?"

Dean's face fell as Sam leaned close to him. "Dean," Sam hissed. "It could be possible that Castiel released Jimmy if he got out of the water."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, a hint of reject creeping into his voice. He looked up at Castiel, or Jimmy, whichever one it was. "What's your name?"

"I- I don't know," Castiel/Jimmy replied, stumbling on his words and twisting a white rag nervously around his hands. He looked down at his feet, almost ashamed. "They named me Joe, but I don't know what my real name is."

"Joe," Dean repeated, just to confirm what he had heard. He thinned his lips and rested his arms on the bar, facing sideways. "Well then."

Sam focused more on Castiel/Jimmy/Joe, whoever he was. "So what do you remember?"

If possible, the young man looked even more nervous and upset. "I don't remember anything," he responded, gathering the rest of Dean's attention. "All I remember is waking up on the ground, next to some sort of lake. I wandered around for days until I came here. The man gave me a job, and I've been here ever since."

Dean cast Sam a glance. They shared some sort of mental conversation between themselves, while Castiel/Jimmy/Joe watched on, and then they turned back to him. "Yeah, well, you're coming with us back to our motel room," Dean replied.

Castiel/Jimmy/Joe backed up, shielding himself. "No way," he protested. "You aren't going to take me anywhere."

"Cas…"

"Dean," Sam warned his brother, giving him a stern look. He then turned back to the bartender. "Castiel, or Jimmy or Joe or whatever you prefer to be called, my name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean. We knew you before… well, before you forgot everything."

Castiel/Jimmy/Joe still looked unconvinced.

Dean sighed. "What if we told you that we can help you get your memories back? Would you like to know what happened to you in your past life?"

Castiel/Jimmy/Joe blinked, and then slowly uncurled. He sighed. "My shift is over in a half an hour," he conceded. "I'll meet you at your motel room."

"Nice try," Dean smirked. "You don't know where our motel is. We'll just hang out until you're done."

Castiel/Jimmy/Joe let out a breath and turned around to hide a bemused smile.

The motel room was nicer than his own apartment, Castiel/Jimmy/Joe thought to himself as Sam unlocked the door with an old rusted key attached to a plank of wood with the number "43" on it. The brothers seemed as ease as they automatically began undressing into more comfortable clothes.

Castiel stood in the doorway, feeling awkward and out of place. They had agreed that he would respond to the name "Castiel", because that's what the brothers were used to and they would constantly forget to call him "Joe", as he was used to. He looked around, wondering what to do.

Dean finally noticed him as he was pulling a loose forest-green shirt on. "You wanna crash in my bed tonight?" he offered, almost hesitantly.

Castiel looked at the dirty, unmade queen sized bed, a little uneasy.

Sam shot Dean a look. "Dean, we're supposed to be getting out of town. The cops were already on us even before we got the ghost."

Dean frowned at his younger sibling. "One night won't hurt us," he protested, and smiled at Castiel. "So do you want the bed or not?"

Castiel hesitated, then slowly sank down on a wooden chair at the table and smiled up at their confused faces. "This is very comfortable, thanks."

Sam gave a nervous laugh. "Cas, you don't have to sleep there," he told the man and gently took him by the arm and led him away from the table and towards his own, neater bed. "You can sleep in mine, if Dean's bed just grosses you out." He tossed a look over his shoulder.

Castiel sank down onto the bed and pulled his legs underneath the covers. The bed was quite comfortable, but he hadn't slept ever since he woke up. He had found that the need just didn't really affect him. He gave Sam a grateful look. "Thank you."

Sam nodded and smiled. "Anytime," he responded, and then walked over to the table and settled down.

Castiel looked confused, because Sam had just taken him away from resting at the table, and yet he had just settled at the table himself. Dean couldn't help calling out, "Have a good sleep, Sammy."

Sam frowned at him and stuck up his middle finger, which must have been a bad thing because Dean laughed while feeling a little offended at the gesture. Curious himself, Castiel raised his own middle fingers and stared at them with wide, baby blue eyes. This caused the brothers to burst out laughing as they watched Castiel's experiment. Turning red, Castiel quickly shoved his hands under the ugly brown covers.

"Word of advice, Cas," Dean called as he reached over and shut the dim light off. "Don't ever do that to anyone's face."

Castiel didn't sleep that night. Instead, he stayed in the bed and watched the door. He had a vague idea to attack everyone who even thought about walking through. He had no idea where this thought came from.

Gradually, the room brightened as morning approached. The light showed Castiel that, at some point through the night, Sam had crawled on top of the covers of Dean's bed and was laying on one side of the bed, his brother on the other. Dean was turned towards Sam, his face stiff and firm, hiding emotion even in his sleep.

When Dean's eyes flickered open, Castiel feigned sleep, as if that would do any good. He heard Dean mumble "Little girl" and then a thump as Sam most likely was pushed off of the bed.

"Jerk," Sam shot at his brother. Dean shushed him and Castiel cracked his eyes open just enough to see Dean pointing at him. "Oh." Sam understood.

Dean grabbed some clean clothes and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door but not locking it. Sam stood up, pulled a sweatshirt on, and then grabbed a set of keys and left the room.

When the door shut, Castiel stood up and stretched. He wasn't really used to lying down for a long time; he was usually up walking around all night. He busied himself by making the motel bed until all the wrinkles were gone, and then worked on the other bed.

About halfway through making the second bed, Dean walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey, you're up!" he commented and dug into his duffel bag. "And… Did you make that bed?"

Castiel blushed and looked over at the bed that he had laid in all night. "Um, yes," he responded in a soft, hesitant voice. "I thought that it was proper?"

Dean laughed. "Dude, they have maids that do that shit," he informed the confused young man. "You don't have to make the bed."

"Oh." Castiel stood there, not sure what to do after that.

Dean rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself. He walked back into the bathroom, shut the door again, but not before mumbling, "This is going to be a long day" loud enough for Castiel to hear, which didn't make much sense to Castiel, because weren't all days the same length of time?

Castiel finished making the bed anyways.

Sam arrived back at the motel a couple minutes later. Castiel had busied himself at the table, studying the browning flowers that were floating in a cracked glass vase filled with dirty water. He eyed the three cups and the bag that Sam was carrying, curious once again. "What is in there?"

Sam placed them down on the table. "Coffee," he gestured, "and donuts. Dean likes them."

Castiel nodded. In all, he hadn't really eaten anything. Although he was willing to bet that he could eat, he was perfectly fine walking around throughout the day and night without having food in his stomach.

He peeked in the bags as Sam slammed his fists roughly on the door, shouting that Dean was taking too long in the bathroom. Dean shouted some words back that Castiel had heard before and had been warned not to use by a helpful woman he had met. That was, of course, before she slapped him and walked roughly away.

"Oh boy, donuts and coffee!" Dean cheered, obvious joy laced in his words. He plopped down next to Castiel in the only remaining chair and opened the bag, pulled out a chocolate covered donut, and took a huge bite out of it. The way the chocolate frosting stuck to the corners of Dean's mouth made Castiel feel differently about the donuts, but he leaned back and didn't say anything.

Sam rolled his eyes, grabbed his coffee and threw a napkin in Dean's face, mumbling something about "eating like a human being" before he sat down on the edge of the made bed and took a long sip.

Dean wiped his mouth and began talking. "So, Cas," he began. "What do you remember from the moment you woke up?"

"Well," Castiel began, thinking back… "I woke up right next to some sort of pond or lake. I wasn't wet or anything, so I don't think I was ever in the water. Anyways, I got up and just began walking. Eventually, I came along a road, so I followed it all the way to this town. I must've been wandering around that bar too long, because the manager came out and yelled at me that if I was going to pace right outside so much, I should get a job working there. So he tossed me the apron and told me that my first job was to wipe down all the tables. He eventually asked me about my name, and I told him that I didn't remember mine. That's when he named me Joe."

"How long have you been here?" Sam asked.

"About a week," he responded, looking down at his hands. He didn't speak for a while, unsure what he could say to them that would be important. Finally, he remembered why he had even showed up in the first place with them. "What do you know about my past?"

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "Um, I'm not sure that you should know about all the stuff you did all at once," Dean began.

Castiel leaped up from his position on the old wooden chair. "You told me that you knew all about my past. I even stayed in your apartment because I thought that you would tell me what happened."

"We do know what happened, Cas," Sam tried, talking in a soothing voice to calm the distressed man. "It's just that… Well, we're not sure that you would believe what we told you about yourself."

"Try me," Castiel hissed. "It's my past. What happened to me? I want to know."

Dean sighed. "We're not positive," he began, "but you could be an Angel named Castiel."

"Angel?" Castiel asked. "Could be?"

Sam cut in. "If not, your name is Jimmy Novak. And you would be human, in this case."

Castiel sunk back into the chair. Okay, so either he was an Angel named Castiel (really? An Angel?), or he was a human named Jimmy Novak. Which one made more sense?

He thought about it for a second. "Would the whole Angel thing explain the wings on my back?" he offered honestly. In all, he had always been confused as why they were there, more importantly why no one ever saw them.

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Yup," Dean said gruffly, finishing his donut and standing up. "You're the Angel."

"Castiel," Castiel whispered to himself. "My name is Castiel."

Sam took the empty bag and coffee cups and dumped them into the little garbage bin next to the sink. "Well, Cas," he began. "We actually have to leave here, and you have to come with us."

Castiel snapped out of his stupor, blinked rapidly, and stared at Sam. "Oh, yeah okay, I'll come."

Dean smirked at him from the other side of the room. "That easily convinced, huh?"

"I want to learn more about my past."

Dean nodded and, flinging his bag over his shoulder, opened the door and walked out. Castiel stood up as Sam grabbed his bag. "What do I do?" he asked.

Sam hauled his own bag and the weapons duffel over his shoulder. "Just follow me outside," he replied. "Dean'll be in the car. I'm running to grab some waters from the vending machine quickly."

Sam walked out the door. Castiel stood in place for a second, surveying the place one last time. He was about to follow the brothers outside when he spotted something sticking out from underneath the end of the bed farthest from the door. He slowly made his way over, wondering if it was left here for a reason.

He grabbed the tip and pulled it out. It was a beige coat of some kind. It was quite long, and had a small foul odor emitting off of it, but it was a coat nonetheless, and knowing that it was cold outside, Castiel slipped it on over his simple outfit of a black v-neck shirt and faded jeans that he had been wearing since last night. The outfit itself had been given to him for free from the manager of the bar, claiming that the outfit he had been wearing was too fancy to be in a bar. That, and the fact that, to the manager, it reeked of fish.

The long coat was surprisingly comfortable, and he held his arms out in front of him and studied the way he looked in it.

He heard Dean even before he walked through the open door. "Hey Cas! You…" And Dean trailed off at that point, voice failing him.

Castiel turned around to find Dean standing in the doorway, staring at him with wide eyes. He was opening and closing his mouth, considering what to say. Castiel looked down at himself, almost self-consciously. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Am I not supposed to wear this?"

"No," Dean choked out quickly. "It's just… It's nothing, Cas, really." He gestured at the young man. "It looks good on you."

Castiel could tell that something about the jacket was upsetting Dean, so he began to take it off. "I'm sorry."

"Keep it on," Dean demanded, so harsh that Castiel flinched before pulling the jacket back over his shoulders. "It's yours. You look fine in it. Wear it."

Castiel didn't question Dean. Instead, he tugged the jacket tighter around himself and followed Dean out to the car, making sure to shut the door behind himself.

I always thought of Castiel as confused to the human ways, so if he seems, well, confused beyond necessary in this, please go along with it. Thanks for taking time to read this :)