.:Chapter 3:.

"God, hopefully. I mean why not? You remember more than I thought you would. Even though you don't exactly remember who I am at. We have progress." Dean tried to give the other an encouraging smile. In truth e didn't know when the other could leave. He had hoped it would be soon, the even the nurses couldn't determine when they could release the boy from the hospital.

"Well, the doctors don't when they can release me… I mean, as least as far as i know or have been told." He gave a small nod in understanding at the what the other had said. "Do you think I'll ever be able to remember everything I used to again?" Cas asked carefully.

"I hope so, Cas. I miss you. I miss us." Dean's voice cracked slightly as the weight of his how badly he missed his old angel came crashing down on him. He knew he the other couldn't return the feelings right now but Dean thought Castiel needed to know just how he felt about it. "I'll try to talk to them about it."

Cas had listened to him and let his sponge of a mind suck the information being given for a moment before giving him a shy nod. "I miss how I was before… With all my memories of you and your brother." He admits quietly, not expecting the other to be listening. Suddenly the heart monitor had picked up a few beats again as Cas' breath hitched. He remembered something! He didn't even have to think about it and it just came to him. Surprised panic suddenly hit his expression again as he looked up to the other, about the reach out and grab his shirt to shake the other in excitement. "Brother…? Do you have a brother?"

Dean visibly bounced in his seat at Cas' question. "YES! MY BROTHER CAS! His name is Sam! You remember him!?" Dean said loudly, practically yelling in excitement and before he could stop himself he was pulling his angel into a tight embrace. "I know you were still in there somewhere."

The dark haired boy was a bit surprised by the hug at first, but slowly let himself melt into the touch and was even daring to hug back. The boy's scent was so familiar. Pins and needles were going off in the back of his mind. He settled for not asking about that for the moment and turned to another nagging question that he was unsure on how to word. "Sam…? He is… Do you?" Castiel asked as he stuttered about, struggling to find the word to express his question.

"Hmn?" Dean mumbled with a smile, refusing to let the other go. Gently he dared to breath in the other's scent and melted into him. He loved being able to finally hold him again. To finally be able to hold his angel. To touch his angel and to breathe in that scent again. Something he never truly understood he missed to badly until this moment.

"Books? Mountains of books." He muttered after a taking another moment to breath in Dean's scent. Without really realizing he was doing so until it was too late Cas had moved away just enough to sniff at Dean's collar before looking up to him slightly. "oh! I'm sorry. I didn't me- the scent.. it was…"

"No, continue…" Dean urged quietly, shuffling to be a bit closer. "Please…"

" Familiar. Have you always smelled this way?" He asked curiously. "Did I always enjoy that scent?"

"Yes. And I've loved yours…" Dean mumbled before he buried his face into Castiel's neck. Enjoying the scent mixed with the familiar feeling of the fragile warm body against his own. In turn Castiel gently leaned back, tilting his head naturally to the side to give the other a bit more room before leaning his cheek against Dean's head.

"What do I smell like?" Castiel asked quietly, glancing over to the window before letting his eyes slide closed contently.

"Like the ocean. No, no. That's not right. Like… Like… Heaven." Dean sighed happily as he let his chest rise and fall, taking in Cas' scent each breath he took and enjoying it more and more each time.

The boy dean was hugging let out a tiny chuckle, the first one since being admitted. "Can… Heaven even have a scent?" He asked, trying to hold back what sounded like a chuckle at the thought of such a place having a scent at all.

"Obviously it does." Dean perked up before realizing just what he was doing. They were practically cuddling. Or about to. The last thing he wanted to do was make Castiel afraid of him for being too forwards with things like this. "I-Is this ok? I'm sorry… I should have asked before…"

As gave a tiny nod and the first warm smile he was able to give the other since Castiel had woken up in the bed he currently sat in. "We used to do this a lot? T-Then yes it's ok. This has been the most comfortable thing I've had since I got here." The squeaked out quietly, bowing his head slightly.

Dean nodded and buried his face back into Cas' neck in an attempt to comfort his lovable angel. It hurt Dean to see him so hurt and lost like this. "I'm glad you're ok with this and that it's comforting."

"I am to." He said happily back before leaning into the touch some more. Castiel felt save and comforted in Dean's arm and with him being so close and he absolutely loved every second of it. As didn't want it to end. Before he knew what he was doing Cas was gently lifting a hand to Dean's shirt before gripping it tight and twisting his small fists into the soft material. The next moment Cas was burying his face in Dean's chest, the feeling of tears threatening to spill, but never truly showed.

Before Dean could stop himself, as if he truly wanted him to, he was gently rocking the other boy in his arms bak and forth while whispering soft 'it will be ok' to him over and over again. A hand finding it's way to the boy's hair while the other staying wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close. He did this and waited patiently until the fragile and wounded boy was calming down in his arms. A soft smile playing on his lips when he finally felt him relax.' At least some things never changed' Dean thought. Gently the other turned his face to rest his cheek against Dean's chest, relaxing against him. At one point or another his eyes had closed before he could stop them and his breathing had evened out. Realizing his little hand was still tangled tightly in the Winchester boy's shirt he gently tried to loosen his grip on it. "Ummm. D-Dean, you had mentioned earlier something about a car? The black one in the photos…"

"Yea, my baby. She's been around for a looooong time." Dean said, amused by the question as well as just how long that car had been in his life. Something he couldn't live without. Well, of course he couldn't live without his brother, and car, and pie, and air of course, oh but no one could forget about the boy he was currently hugging. Nothing could make him forget about his little Heaven scented angel. Nothing in the world at all.

"An old car?" The now fragile boy asked before looking off to the side. "You've done a lot of work to her? I-It?" He said more as a statement then a question, making an attempt to sort out his thoughts before continuing. "You were… rather upset when she broke down that one time." He muttered quietly, more to himself then to Dean. He looked through the photos involving the car again before stopping at the one where Dean was asleep ontop of Cas again.

"Yes, I was. Thought I was gunna lose her for sure." He smiled and gestured for the boy to flip to the next photo. "Go ahead to the next one." He said calmly.

Castiel listened and flipped to the next one. For a moment he seemed a bit thrown off by their suddenly being three people in the photos. Someone he didn't remember standing there with Dean. In this photo Castiel stood in the middle of Dean and the other male. S… What was his name again? Sam, wasn't it! It was! Sam stood on side, with his arm around Cas, Dean on his other side and held the camera to get them all in the shot and held a cupcake up in the face of a horribly confused and slightly flushed Castiel. The cupcake having a single lit candle sticking out from the blue frosted and sitting slightly crooked. The photo itself must have been sitting in sitting in something for a while since the corners were all bent, but the photo itself was perfectly unharmed.

Cas peered up at the other a bit confused before Dean spoke up. "Obviously you can guess what this one is from." The blonde Winchester said with a gentle nudge at the other.

"Was it a birthday? M-MY birthday?" Um, judging by the photo?" He asked, tilting his head once again. A habit he seemed to have picked up recently, or always had, he never truly knew. "Was it a surprise? That's me, right?" He points to the shortest one in the photo. The one with the most confused expression had ever seen on a single person.

"Haha, yes! Well, yes to all your questions." He pointed to the one with the longer, slightly more brown hair then the himself and Dean in the photos. "That's Sam, my little brother. It was his idea to through the surprise party for you. I thought it was a stupid id- but you seemed to really like it." Dean took a second to mental check himself as he spoke. The last thing he wanted to do was call something involving the other 'stupid' and risk the progress once again.

"I'm sure I loved it Dean. Considering you took the time to throw it in the first place and you were both there." He smiled as warmly as he could considering he didn't actually remember it right now. "Even if I can't remember everything tight now. I'm sure we have a good time."

"You don't need to remember it to know you had fun." Dean mumbled happily as he ruffled the Novak boy's already messy hair. Mentally he sighed at how greasy it felt. Clearly who ever was in charge of helping the other bathe hadn't really taken the time to do this part. He would have to help him at some point. Of course, only if the other would let him. "Hmm, do you need anything? Water? Something to eat?"

.:to be continued... :.