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"Dean, Dean wake up!" Dean blinked into consciousness as he was shaken awake.

"Sammy?"

"Don't call me Sammy," Sam huffed. "Where are we?" Dean looked around and then groaned as his head protested.

"Did I hit my head or something?" Dean asked, feeling nauseous.

"Well, you're laying on a rock," Sam said. "No blood though." Dean huffed and sat up slowly with Sam's help. He waited until he was no longer dizzy until he looked around, trying to place the memory. He suddenly smiled when he saw where they were.

"In my memory," Dean said. "Look over there."

"That's me. I… I must have been-"

"A few months before you turned thirteen," Dean said. "Just before you hit your growth spurt."

"This is a memory? Your memory?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

"Yeah," Dean said, looking fondly at the two brothers wrestling.

"Come on, Sammy, you're gonna have to do better than that!" the teenage Dean grinned.

"How old were you?" Sam asked.

"Just because you're bigger!" the adolescent Sam huffed, trying to escape the hold Dean had trapped him in.

"Let's see… if you were almost thirteen… I must have been about sixteen, seventeen. I think I met Cas a few weeks after this," Dean said.

"Who's Cas?" Sam asked.

"Cas is…" Dean hesitated, but then he remembered Sam said he wasn't judgmental. "Cas is my boyfriend."

"You said I got you two together?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"How?" Sam asked.

"If you're lucky, you'll get to see it yourself. Seems we might be stuck in my memories for a little bit," Dean said.

"Jerk!" adolescent Sam shouted, trying to throw Dean into the pond.

"Bitch!" Dean laughed and they fell into the pond together, Dean holding Sam's head under the water for a few seconds before letting him up. Sam hit him and Dean just grinned, hoisting Sam upwards and onto his shoulders. "Geez, Sam, ease up on the whipped cream! You're getting fat!"

"Fat? This from the guy who eats nothing but heart attack inducing foods?" Sam demanded.

"Better than that rabbit food you eat!"

"We were pretty close, huh?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, watching as Dean let go of Sam's legs, letting his younger brother fall into the water again. The world started fading again and Dean cursed. "So soon? Fuck!"

"What?" Sam asked.

"It's happening again. Hang onto me. I don't want to lose you again," Dean said. Sam held onto Dean's shoulder. This time, Dean didn't black out. He stayed conscious.

"How's your head?" Sam asked.

"Fine," Dean said.

"Where are we now?" Sam asked. Dean looked around with a frown.

"No idea," Dean said.

"I thought these were supposed to be your memories?" Sam frowned.

"Hey, you at Stanford with Adam as your brother wasn't one of my memories. I don't know how these things work," Dean said. "What?"

"You sold your soul for a power that you don't even know how to use? You are an idjit," Sam shook his head.

"You're not Bobby," Dean grunted, knowing that Sam was testing to see what he did and didn't know about his life. "It looks like there was a battle here."

"There was a battle here. Two hundred and forty-three demons and forty-six of my brothers were killed," a deep, dark, gravelly voice that Dean recognized said. Dean swallowed and turned, knowing what he would find.

"Cas," Dean said.

"This is him?" Sam asked, sounding somewhat excited.

"How do you know my name?" Castiel frowned and Dean could have sworn his heart stopped in that moment.