No one was audibly keeping track of how long everything was taking but it felt like forever. Dean felt a lot better than he had when he was first brought in, it'd been a few days and he was breathing on his own again for extended periods of time. Each time longer than the last, he was only relying on the oxygen when he really needed it.

The doctors kept running tests to see how he was doing and Dean wished he could remember half the time he'd spent in the hospital those few days. He remembered making Jet laugh but he couldn't remember the joke at all. Maybe it was more at his expense than at an actual joke. He remembered talking with Bobby a little bit but it couldn't have been all that substantial. Cas was always there at his side, sleeping with him at night. They hadn't had much in the ways of conversation, Dean felt partially responsible for it but he knew to keep quiet about that sort of thing.

He had made a drugged up escape attempt one of the previous days, he remembered having the idea but not a whole lot about how it went. Mostly he recalled Cas gently trying to get him back to bed and Bobby's rough determination to do the same but by force.

Dean had been off of any medication for a little while, the most recent tests were being checked and analyzed, and the drugs were starting to wear off. More importantly than any of that, though, Jet was no longer bed-ridden. Dean was glad he could be functional for that moment.

Jet was sitting at the edge of his bed when he was given the news that he'd been signed out. "For real?" Jet exclaimed with wide eyes, "You sure? I mean… I haven't… I…"

"Hey," Sam took his hand and squeezed reassuringly, "don't worry so much, it'll be fine."

Jet was quiet for a few seconds as he looked at Sam, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He didn't sound convinced, just repeating something he wanted to believe. All the same, no one pointed it out to him and he moved to stand upright.

Dean could see the way Jet's legs tensed and the subtle shake of his hand; since Sam was already holding it still Dean only imagined how nervous Jet was. His balance was definitely off and he was stiff as he straightened out on his feet. He wobbled and Sam was right there to keep him upright.

"Careful," Sam was sure to support Jet completely; Dean wished he could be up and helping too. "You got a transfusion, most of your blood is replenished but your body's still recovering."

"You'll feel better in a few days," the doctor reassured them, "It's normal to feel woozy after the amount of blood you lost."

"Right," Jet was a little out of breath, Dean wasn't sure if that was connected to the 'body recovering blood' thing or just anxiety about the whole situation. He had a feeling he shouldn't ask, either.

"You got this!" Desirae cheered him on and Jet just smiled at her. Dean realized in that moment that he hadn't been paying attention to how much Jet cared about her. He knew that his friend was passionate and a little intense; he knew that Jet was the type to risk life and limb to save someone else –especially a kid. But he hadn't seen the softness that Desirae brought out in Jet, and though it seemed out of place at first Dean was still thrilled that he could see it at all.

"I'll get used to it," Jet said to reassure himself as much as the others around him.

"You're doing great," Cas agreed and smiled at Dean, almost as if to encourage him to say the same.

Dean wasn't sure Jet needed his additional commentary to the situation, he had a feeling it'd light the fuse on Jet's temper. However that feeling faded immediately when Jet looked his way, a little desperate and a little scared. Dean lifted his arm and gave a thumb's up as soon as he registered Jet's hunt for approval, "Doing better than I would, man."

Jet smiled and even laughed, "Maybe. You would've tried to get up after the second day."

"Just because I tried to leave yesterday and failed doesn't mean you're right."

"That's exactly what it means."

Seeing Jet walk brought up a combination of emotions and Dean didn't know which one to listen to more. He was excited that Jet was up, happy that his best friend hadn't died but still devastated at the state Jet was in. He was sad knowing that Jet would have to relearn how to do so many things in his life, and a little scared to see the types of frustrated rampages Jet would go on.

"You know," Jet straightened his back and balanced on his own, gesturing for Sam to step away from him, "I think the scariest part about this isn't even having to live with one arm."

"What's scaring you, then?" Cas tilted his head, still curious and caring about his 'Chet.' Dean was happy to see that friendship hadn't taken any damage from Cas' memories coming back; it gave him hope for his own.

"Telling my mom," Jet laughed and both Winchesters started nodding immediately.

"Yep." The brothers agreed without hesitation.

"You haven't told her anything, have you?" Bobby smirked from the doorway; he'd just gotten back with a bag of burgers for the team.

"Not a damn thing," Jet grinned a little sheepishly, "Actually, now that I think of it, every time I talked to her she was really busy."

"I never saw you talking to your mom," Dean stated, unsure of what that would help but it was true in his case. "What, didn't want me to embarrass you?"

"It's my mom, you can't embarrass me any more than I've done to myself already."

"Was she seriously busy every time? It's been like two months," Sam crossed his arms for a moment but subtly tried to lower them again soon after. Dean knew it was because he wanted to be ready to catch Jet if need be.

"Wait," Cas looked at them earnestly, "Just two months? Are you sure?"

"Well I haven't been paying that much attention, but yeah, pretty sure." Sam took out his phone and checked its calendar. His expression shifted into a more stiff, stone-faced look and he slowly put his phone back in his pocket.

"What?" Dean furrowed his brow.

"It's uh… it's July…"

Jet looked at him angrily, "Did you fuckin' graduate!?"

"Welll…"

"Goddamn it, Sam."

"Dude!"

"Sam…"

It was a sentiment shared between Dean, Jet, and Bobby all at once. Cas pat Sam on the arm supportively, "It's okay, Sam." He smiled as Sam just slumped his shoulders. "I'm sure all you have to do is take a summer course."

"Yeah… but I was supposed to be done right now." Sam pushed his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. Dean could only imagine what was going through Sam's head, but it really was Sam's own fault.

"Did you do the homework?" Bobby asked and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I did it all but I never handed it in…"

"Plus you missed the grad date," Dean added, "I'm surprised none of your friends mentioned it to you."

"They probably did… I've been kinda avoiding answering them." Sam cringed at himself and slid his hand down his face, "Oh man…"

"You should figure that out," Jet scolded him and Sam pouted.

"C'mon, cut me some slack. You barely graduated."

"Yeah, and that's why it's more important that you do. I know the education system is fucked but that's your societal measuring stick right now, so go make a damn phone call."

Dean nodded, "What he said." He didn't have anything to that, Jet pretty much covered everything he would've anyway.

Sam pursed his lips and walked out of the room, knowing full well it was frowned upon to use his phone inside. Jet nodded and looked over at Dean, "I can't believe we let that happen."

"I can't believe he let that happen," Dean's brow creased and he looked over at Bobby, "Did he say something to you? Is he okay?"

Bobby adjusted his hat and gave a solid nod, "He's stressed out, he hasn't been dealing with the same things as you guys. He told me he's feelin' useless, like he hasn't done anything worthwhile." He sighed and looked at the door that Sam had closed, "I knew as soon as June ended that he forgot 'bout his classes, figured it best not to mention it to him yet."

Dean leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I've been so caught up in all this stuff I haven't actually sat down with him."

"It's alright, you have time." Cas looked around the room at them all, "It's not the end of the world, Sam will do just fine."

Dean looked at Cas, about to protest but his mind caught up with him in time. Castiel had missed out on four years, Sam just missed two months. While Cas had graduated already, he still had to pick his life up from where he'd left it. "Yeah," Dean nodded and happily accepted a kiss from his boyfriend, "You're right, thanks Cas."

"Anytime," Cas nuzzled him and gave another quick peck on the cheek.

"He's feeling useless?" Jet repeated slower, more lost in thought than anything else. His expression tightened and he headed out of the room, a jerky motion in his shoulders was the only indication Dean saw that Jet felt weird when walking. He managed to stay upright and walked out of the room at a brisk pace.

Desirae didn't wait; she pulled her hoodie up and ran out after him despite Cas' attempts at objecting.

"Let her go," Dean said before Cas could chase her down, "She wants to be with them."

"Yeah well…" Cas hesitated and looked at the window, "There are a lot of people who are interested in meeting us, I just want her to stay away from them."

"People?" Dean hadn't heard about that, or if he had he didn't remember shit about it.

"Folks who saw videos," Bobby was the first to speak up after a short look exchanged between him and Cas.

"Charlie showed us," Michael said, the first time he'd said anything and frankly Dean had forgotten he was there. He walked over and handed his phone to Dean, a scene from the hospital entrance played. Dean hadn't been there to see it, but it was clear enough that Cas' wings were real.

"Oh… those people."

"And then some," Bobby raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips into a tight line, Dean figured he'd missed some action but apparently it was more than he expected. "They sneak into the hospital sometimes, if Cas weren't your boyfriend I'm sure they would've kicked him out by now."

"We're taking up a lot of space," Michael agreed and looked around the room, "Though I guess Jet's paying for it so they probably don't mind that much."

Cas nudged Michael's arm, "Just because you think everyone wants to work less for more money doesn't mean there aren't real people who want to help."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So when we leave…" Dean trailed off, hoping someone would jump in with a plan. He watched Cas' posture shift and a subtle change in his face. Cas shrugged, his wings moved in a similar way and looked way more natural than they had after Cas remembered everything.

"I was hoping we could… move." Castiel nearly choked on that last word, but Dean wasn't all that surprised.

"Yeah, absolutely."

Cas blinked a few times, trying to figure out what just happened and why he didn't have to pull teeth to get what he wanted. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, none of us are emotionally attached to that place and there's two of you for sure that would probably be more comfortable somewhere else. Why not? We can find something more modern, but I still want an indoor pool." Dean figured it was a simple demand, worst-case scenario for him; he'd have to build one himself.

Cas' smile was more than enough for Dean to know it wasn't just a good choice, it was the only choice.

"Anything you want, Cas," Dean said softly, taking Cas' hand once he was close enough. "I'll do whatever it takes, okay?"

Cas nodded and took a shaky breath to try and stop himself from crying. "Okay." He choked and moved in for a hug. Dean held as tightly as he could manage.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you, too." Cas turned his head to kiss Dean's cheek before dropping it against Dean's shoulder. "I love you so much."

Dean never would've imagined he'd ever be with someone like Castiel, and if he had a choice to go back in time he'd go through the same shit to make sure he would always have Cas.