A/N: Sorry for taking so long between chapters. I'll be kind of slow for the next... while. Turns out having a newborn at home isn't conducive to sleep. Or writing :P She's a few months old now and sleeping better, but still...

"Hey, Doc, you okay?" Dean put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, frowning when he saw that his friend had a hand to his head, obviously disoriented. Anything that could make the Doctor look like that couldn't be good.

The Doctor had looked like he was off his game, but as soon as Dean said something and pointed out to him that he was off, he straightened up and tried to brush off Dean's concern. (Dean could relate; he never knew what to do when people were worried about him, either. Way easier to worry about other people than himself, after all.)

But by that time, Donna was also concerned—though Cas was watching their interactions with his head tipped to the side and his eyes narrowed, the way he watched just about everything lately. It was maddening, really. Dean was sure there was some shred of humanity in Cas—he could see it sometimes in snatches of moments when Cas would let down his guard. But apparently, that shred didn't want to come out in the face of aliens. Or something.

"Doctor?" Donna was close to the Doctor but hadn't put a hand on him yet, probably trying to decide how concerned she should be. She looked over at Dean, and the two of them shared a frowning look before, without a word spoken between them, they each took an arm and led the Doctor to sit down—all while the Doctor protested every second of it.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," the Doctor said. "Just some nasty psychic feedback, that's all."

"Oh, is that all," Dean said dryly, not letting up on his hold on the Doctor at all.

"Not sure where it's coming from, but yeah, that's all," the Doctor said, rubbing his forehead. He closed his eyes, obviously trying to concentrate, and while he was doing that, Dean took a moment to say hi to an old friend.

"Long time, no see," he said, grinning before he kissed Donna's cheek.

"I see you haven't changed at all," Donna said with a fond smile. "Aside from shooting up about a foot. Do you ever stop growing?"

"I'm going to be Godzilla when I grow up," Dean replied without missing a beat.

Donna burst into a laugh. "Oh, I'd love to see that!"

"Right?" Dean was smiling now. He hadn't realized how badly he needed this break from all the crap going down with the angels and demons and their stupid plans to end the world until he suddenly had Donna and the Doctor with him and he realized he missed teasing and playing and problems as simple as psychic feedback. "Only problem is, I think I'd have to hunt myself."

"You shouldn't be hard to find," Donna pointed out. "If you're the size of Big Ben…"

Dean grinned even wider and then spun her around in a hug. "I've missed you, you know that?"

Donna looked surprised by the spinning hug, but she didn't argue with it, either. "I'm surprised you even remember me," she admitted. "Last time I saw you, you were a kid, and…" She trailed off.

"And now I'm very much not," Dean said, the grin turning into something more crooked.

Donna put her hand on her hip, looking amused—which wasn't exactly the reaction Dean had been hoping for. Most girls couldn't hold up against the look. "You really haven't changed a bit," Donna said—in the kind of tone that said she was seeing Dean the Kid and not Dean the Grown Man.

Dean shook his head and pushed aside his disappointment. "So," he said, "what about you? What have you and the Doc been up to? You haven't met me and Sam again, so I'm trying to figure out where you are in this whole… mess."

"Time travelers. What a pain, right?" Donna said with a cheeky smile.

"Always," Dean agreed. "How do you cope with him every day?"

"Oh, barely," Donna said, looking even more entertained.

"Really," the Doctor broke in, looking perfectly insulted—even if he also still looked distracted by the headache that must have been building behind his eyes, judging by the way he kept rubbing them.

"Dean," Cas broke in, drawing Dean's attention away from flirting—and from the Doctor's headache, "we don't have time for this."

"Sure we do," Dean said. "The Doc's a time traveler. 'We don't have time for this' literally isn't in his vocabulary, right, Doc?"

"That's not actually how it works," the Doctor said with a smile that looked too tired for Dean's liking.

Dean frowned and crossed the gap so he could put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, dipping his head to catch his gaze. "Seriously, Doc. You don't look so good. You alright?"

"I'm fine," the Doctor said, but when he looked up, Dean saw … he could have sworn he saw dust in the corners of the Doctor's eyes.

And all at once, Dean got it.

Before he'd died, he'd had troubles just like that. At the time, he hadn't been able to remember all of it—or even understand it. But once he'd died and been brought back in a body that didn't have any of his old scars or old hurts, the angelic resurrection had also healed the remnants of the weeping angel in his head—along with the memories that had been hidden by Deborah's blessing.

It hadn't happened all at once, of course. He hadn't even thought about angels until he met Cas, and everything that had happened since he woke up from the dead had been so much more pressing than a teenage memory of angels that what little he did remember hadn't seemed important. But then, eventually, maybe after a long hunt, he couldn't remember—he'd crashed in a motel room and stared up at the ceiling and got lost in thinking when he was hurting too badly to slip easily into sleep.

And then he'd remembered. He remembered Deborah and Donna and the Doctor and the weeping angels and the headaches.

It hadn't seemed important at the time. If anything, it was another annoying reminder that the angels had been interfering in his life. He'd taken forever to go to sleep at the time because he was so caught up in being frustrated with all the interference from angels and God and everyone else…

But hey, if he'd had to go through all that just to remember that he and the Doc had met an angel, the least he could do was help the Doctor do the same.

"I think I know what the problem is," Dean said. Then, just to bug his new angelic friend, he added, "It's Cas."