A/N: Here we are again at the end of another story. I'm trying to keep the spirit of SPN alive with my stories. As long as you read them, I will try to write them. Thank you for the reviews and thank you to all who read the story. Thank you to any guests who have left reviews; I do appreciate them. I will have another one up in the next few days. Please leave a review/comment. NC

Chapter 11

Sam let them back into the motel room to find Castiel sitting in a chair by the bed with Dean asleep, cuddling his trench coat. He gave him with a questioning look because of the exasperated expression on his face.

"Cas, did something happen?" Sam questioned cautiously as he sat the box on the table.

"I had to put him to sleep so he'd 'behave,'" Castiel stated with a heavy, rather irritated sigh.

Sam choked for a moment to try and not laugh out loud. He knew his brother could be an annoying asshole at times, but it had to be bad for Castiel to react like that. He looked at Bobby who snickered but didn't say anything.

"Okay, you had to do what you had to," Sam finally got out.

"Did you have any luck finding the witch or warlock?"

"Yes, and I think we found their memories," Sam told him pulling a half pint jar from the box. He unwrapped it and looked closely at it seeing a symbol on the lid he hadn't noticed before. He pulled another jar out and saw there was a different symbol on it. "Bobby, look at this," Sam called to him holding out the jar. "Could this mark tell whose memories are in the jar?"

Bobby accepted the jar and studied what Sam had found. He went to the window where there was better light and tilted the jar to get a better look.

"You may be right Sam, but did you see any marks on your brother?"

Castiel stepped to them to see what they were looking at.

"May I?" he asked holding his hand out to Sam for the jar.

"Maybe it can't be seen by the naked eye," Sam mumbled looking to Dean. "Cas can you scan Dean's body to see if you can find a mark something like this on him?"

Castiel looked at the two different marks and then went to Dean and sat down beside him. He ran a hand slowly up one arm and down the other looking for any mark on his body. He stopped when he ran his hand over his chest, sensing something.

"It is here," Castiel told Sam looking up at him. "You are correct, the human eye would not be able to see the mark."

"Can you find the right jar?" Sam asked as he unwrapped the other jars and sat them on the table.

Castiel came to stand by him and looked at the jars until he picked one up and looked at it.

"This is it. This is your brother's memories," he stated with confidence.

"How do we give them back to Dean?" Sam questioned looking at Bobby.

"I talked to Missouri about that, and she sent me a spell that's fairly simple that will allow the memories to be absorbed back into the body."

"Can we do it now?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Dean needs to be awake, and you need to read this as you open the jar," Bobby explained pulling a paper from his pocket and handing it to Sam.

"Cas, can you wake Dean?" Sam instructed as he looked at the written words.

"Of course, Sam." Castiel moved to the bed and laid two fingers on Dean's forehead and let a small amount of grace flow into him. When Dean started to stir, he stepped back so not to alarm him.

Dean jerked awake and blinked rapidly as he rubbed his face into the trench coat. He yawned and sat up zeroing in on Sam.

"Sam," Dean smiled happily.

"Hey Dean," Sam replied. "I'm going to give you your memories back. I don't think it will hurt. You need to sit still." Sam sat down by his brother and took the jar carefully opening it as he began to recite the spell. On the last word he removed lid and the shimmering substance rose slowly from the jar.

Dean listened to Sam but wasn't sure what he was saying. He trusted him as he sat down next to him on the bed. Dean clutched the trench coat and watched Sam open the jar and gazed in wonder as the stuff inside began to rise and move toward his face. His eyes got wide as his mouth slowly opened and the substance flowed into it.

Sam watched with hope and anticipation when Dean suddenly went stiff, and his eyes rolled back in his head before he fell sideways on the bed. His body trembled for a few minutes before he went still.

"Is he alright?" Sam asked looking frantically to Castiel and Bobby.

Castiel placed a hand on Dean's head and cocked his head as he scanned him.

"He will be okay. His mind is adjusting to the memories being restored."

"Is there anything you can do?"

"No, he must do this on his own."

Sam stayed seated by his brother, Castiel sat down on the other bed, and Bobby took the chair to wait for Dean to gain consciousness. No one spoke while they waited.

It seemed like hours had passed before Dean began to stir, but it was only forty minutes. Sam looked anxiously at his brother as he rolled his head and groaned softly blinking rapidly for a moment to clear his vision. He looked up into Sam's worried face before letting him help him to sit up.

"Sammy? What's going on?" Dean asked looking to the others and down at what he was clutching tightly in his hands. "Cas, why do I have your trench coat?"

"It was your security blanket," Castiel told him to get a horrified, unbelievable look from Dean before he slowly pushed it toward him not sure how to take that news.

"Okay, someone wanna enlighten me to what the hell happened?" Dean questioned when Sam grabbed him in a tight hug. "Can't breathe, Sammy," he gasped softly.

"The witch, well, warlock, found you and took your memories bro," Sam explained letting Dean go. "I called Cas, and he brought Bobby here to help. We had to track the warlock down and find your memories."

"Please tell me you ganked the sonovabitch."

"Bobby did, yeah," Sam replied.

"Now that we know the spell works, we need to get the other victims' memories back to them," Bobby stated.

"Cas, can you do that?" Sam asked. "Can you go to the hospital and do the spell on each of them since you can see the mark? Better go invisible so no one sees you."

"I can and I will." He went to the table to put the jars in the box before disappearing from the room.

"I'm hungry?" Dean suddenly announced. "Did you not feed me?"

"Yes, we did."

"Why don't I run across to the diner and get us something to eat?" Bobby offered thinking the brothers needed some time alone.

"Thanks Bobby," Sam told him. He kept looking at Dean, seeing his brother again and couldn't help but smile.

"You know you're acting creepy, right?" Dean growled at him as he got up and stretched his body to get the kinks from it.

"I'm just glad to have you back," Sam told him.

"If the hunt is done, then we might as well head for Bobby's in the morning."

"Yeah, I could use a little down time."

"Good, that's settled. I didn't do anything stupid while, you know, I was gone, did I?"

"Well, you played with bugs and decided you liked watching the adult channel while Cas babysat you," Sam chuckled. "I was beginning to think I'd have to get you your own trench coat."

"Screw you," Dean snorted before going into the bathroom followed by Sam's laughter. He was remembering some of what Sam was telling him about the bugs, and a little about the coat, though he'd much prefer to forget that part.

Sam sighed as his laughter died and felt some of his burden being shed now that his brother was back. Things could get back to normal again and they could move on to their next hunt.

Carry on my wayward sons….

The End