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

"Is-" Sam asked.

"No, it's him," Dean muttered. "Cas, what year is this?" Castiel frowned.

"There are no years up here. The human equivalent would be counted in Anno Domini," Castiel said.

"Seriously?" Sam demanded.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We're not in Kansas anymore," Sam clarified.

"Who are you?" Castiel repeated. His right hand twitched and a dagger appeared in his hand. "I will not ask you again."

"Dude, are you sure it's him?" Sam asked nervously.

"Cas, dude, I'm the Righteous Man," Dean said. Castiel's eyes snapped to Dean and Dean was glad to see that no matter what time zone Castiel was in, he had the same intensity in his eyes- but it did nothing for his libido. Dean swallowed as Castiel examined him.

"The Righteous Man hasn't been born yet," Castiel frowned. "That is millennia-"

"My name's Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam Winchester but he's got some weird case of amnesia right now. I made a deal with a demon. You found me after three years absence- we met when I was seventeen. You were pissed and you branded me," Dean said.

Castiel frowned, surveying Dean carefully. Sam was tensed at Dean's side, looking at the man who claimed to be his older brother nervously.

"Where is this mark?" Castiel asked. Dean shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shirt sleeve up. Castiel's eyes went to the mark possessively and Sam's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Dude, you are one kinky bastard," Sam said and Dean smirked but it faded when Castiel covered the mark with his hand. It fit perfectly with his hand.

"Mea anima est cum te," Castiel whispered.

"Because I have nothing else to give," Dean whispered back. Castiel kept his hand on the mark but finally moved away.

"Why don't I remember you?" Castiel demanded.

"The deal I made with a demon was I could travel through time so I could find my brother," Dean said. "This is one of your memories." Castiel nodded and his eyes darted from Dean, to Sam, back to Dean, and finally, the mark. He lifted his hand again but then thought better of it, putting it back at his side. Dean took a step forward and took Castiel's hand and placed it on the mark on his own.

"Why can I see you? Surely the original history did not occur with you in it," Castiel frowned.

"Probably not. I can interact with anyone in the time zone," Dean shrugged. "That's just how it works."

"Uh, hey, guys, I don't mean to interrupt the chick flick moment, but there seems to be someone coming for us," Sam swallowed.

"Cas- Castiel! You bastard! I told you not to come back here!"

"Balthazar," Castiel said.

"God damn it!" Dean growled.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I thought we got rid of him!" Dean said.

"Well this is odd," Balthazar said, tilting his head slightly. "People usually get to know me before they hate me."

"Mea anima est cum te," Latin for "my heart is with you." I don't speak Latin. I got this off the internet. I'm sorry if it's wrong!