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Dean sat on his brother's couch in a daze staring at the spot which had last been inhabited by Cas. He didn't move or think, he couldn't, he had no idea of how to process what the hell was happening in his life. His mind just couldn't take it all in. He was in fact just starting to persuade himself that it had all been some crazy ass drunken dream when his brother came down the stairs stumbling slightly on his way to the kitchen.

"Dean? What's going on?" Sam asked really confused about what his brother was doing sitting on his couch, though he didn't question how he had got there. It after all was not the first time Dean had broken in in the middle of the night.

"I don't…" Dean started to say, but even trying to form words was hard right now. There was far too much going on in his mind, though at the same time it all seemed blissfully blank. It was all very strange.

"Dean, where's Cas?" Sam asked cautiously coming into the living room and turning on the light. When he did so he, for the first time, saw his brother and could see he was as white as a sheet with his eyes wide with shock. What the hell had happened? And why wasn't Cas here looking after him?

"He's… gone." Dean replied, it was after all the only thing he was completely sure of right now. Cas was there and then he wasn't, so he must have gone, the where and how escaped him though.

"Gone where?" Sam asked a slight edge to his voice at the thought that Cas had deserted his brother when he was like this.

"I don't know… I guess he should be in heaven… he would like it there I think…" Dean replied trailing of as his mind supplied images and words of conversations from the past few days. Images of Cas smiling and his confusion with food. His impassioned words on heaven… and on love. The sound of a gunshot and a hole in a shirt he could fit his finger through.

"What are you saying Dean?" Sam asked completely confused now, because… was Dean saying that Cas was dead? And if so how did that freaking happen?

At that Dean shook himself. Now was not the time to drift off into crazy memories, Sam was the clever one, if any one could work this out it would be him.

"We were mugged on the way to the motel, or at least some guy attempted to mug us, he had a gun. I don't really know what happened, but Cas wasn't at my side any more, he was in front of the mugger and the gun went off. But instead of dying Cas was fine. He made the guy unconscious and then turned to me and brought me here." Dean said slowly trying to make sure he got all the pertinent points out for his brother before turning to him with an expectant look, as if with that simple, concise yet unrevealing description of the events of the evening, Sam would be able to answer all the questions in his mind.

"Well Cas is one lucky guy then if he managed to avoid getting shot and knock the guy out, didn't realise he had it in him." Sam replied with a gentle smile and placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. Okay, so his brother was in shock because the man he loved had nearly been killed, that Sam could deal with. Though it still didn't answer where Cas was, unless he had gone to sort it out with the cops, yes that made sense. He had left Dean here where he knew he would be safe while he went and dealt with all the legalities, it was a good plan.

"I did… but it was like that. It was… I can't describe it." Dean said frustrated with his brother's reply and shaking off the comforting hand before his eyes flittered back to the place Cas had stood.

"Well tell me what Cas did?" Sam asked reasonably. Now he knew the situation he was feeling on much firmer ground.

"He raised two fingers to the guy's forehead and he dropped like a stone." Dean answered simply.

"What like some bible story? Who is he? Jesus?" Sam asked jokingly to him. Because really, like that was true, it was more like Dean was trying to divert him away from any discussion about his feelings about Cas being almost hurt and all that. It was without doubt a typical Dean move.

"No he is Castiel." Dean replied with a secret smile for the empty space he was staring at making Sam raise his eyebrow.

"Wait Castiel? As in named after the angel of Thursday, Castiel?" He asked in disbelief, because come on, who would name there child after an angel, right?

"Castiel is an angel?" at that Dean tuned out of whatever explanation his brother was now going through and instead stood and went to the window pulling back the curtain so he could look out on the dark of the night while the memories and all the things that never sat right with him swamped his mind.

Castiel's lack of knowledge of food and being confused the simplest of human things, his confusion about taking the phone to call his brother, Gabriel's words telling him that Castiel would tell him what he liked and didn't like when he knew himself, as if this was the first time he was going to be trying everything. Cas' fascination with the view from the window, his simple joy in the world around him as if it was all new. His seemingly endless kissing as if he didn't need to breathe. How he was always the first awake as if he hadn't slept at all. The image so brief yet seared into Dean's mind of wings stretched out in the setting sun while looking over the Grand Canyon… the Grand Canyon-

"Is there an angel called Hael do you know?" He asked Sam cutting him off mid-sentence as he turned sharply to him.

"Umm, yeah I think so, why?" Sam asked completely confused by this different track, he had been talking to Dean about how people were not necessarily the same as the being they were named after, the way his brother had said that Castiel was an angel worried him slightly. He didn't want his brother getting any crazy ideas in his head.

"No reason." With that Dean turned back to the window and went back to his thoughts, unaware that Sam was left sitting behind him with worry in his eyes.

Cas' brother and sister both have the names of angels. His absolute belief in heaven and the role of soulmates in such a place. It all made sense now, the reason why Cas couldn't tell him what had happened to remove his memory was because he had no memories to remove. This was his first time on earth, because he was an angel.

Castiel, angel of Thursday. Oh holy crap, he had gone and fallen for a freaking angel. What in the hell (or perhaps that should be heaven?) was going to happen now? Though thinking about it what would an angel want with him, Dean Winchester? He was nothing special after all, though Cas was. He had always known Cas was. He had always been an angel to Dean. It was strange, the idea that angels where real and that Cas was living proof of heaven and everything he said scared Dean a lot less than he had thought it would, if he had thought about it before now that was. No the one thing that sacred the crap out of him was the one question he really wanted an answer to more than anything else, would Cas ever come back to him? With that thought Dean closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the glass and for the first time in his life he prayed.

Please come back to me Castiel, I'll do anything you ask if you do. But please, don't leave me, I love you.

And with that he waited, he would wait forever if he had to, but he was going to wait for his angel to give him an answer.

And Sam watching his brother close his eyes and lean against the glass worried further, though he had no idea of what he could do to help his brother right now, he just hoped Cas came back soon and this could all be sorted out.