Remember Me

Destiel

(Spoilers 5x01) Dean gets injured on a mission and ends up with amnesia. He doesn't remember anything or anyone from the past few years; including Castiel. Dean/Castiel.

Castiel. Please. It's important. It's about Dean.

Those words echoed in my head. I tried not to think about what could have possibly happened, but instead flew right to where the Winchesters were.

I immediately saw Sam on the floor holding his older brother up. Dean was unconscious, but I could tell he was still alive. I was relieved.

"What happened?" I asked the younger brother as I walked closer towards the two of them.

"I don't know. All I know is that he hit his head. Hard. I can't find any bleeding, but he completely passed out. I think we should take him to the hospital," Sam said.

I had a better idea though. I reached over and touched his forehead, but nothing happened. I tried again to heal my dear friend, but again nothing happened. I looked over at Sam, whose worried expression only seemed to get worse.

"That sounds like a good plan." I paused for a moment wondering why he called me over in the first place if not to heal his brother, but Sam's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"And that's why I called you. The nearest hospital is probably at least two hours from here so I thought maybe you could-"

"Bring you there myself," I finished for him.

"Yeah. If it's okay. But just saying, please don't bring us inside the hospital. I think that might raise a few questions," Sam said smiling a little.

I nodded and brought all three of us outside the nearest hospital. Sam brought Dean in and the nurses put him on a stretcher and wheeled him down the hallway. I waited by the entrance. After Sam answered a bunch of questions, he walked back over to me and sat down.

"You can sit down, Cas," Sam said signaling to the seat beside him.

I sat down, but I did not say a word. I was worried about Dean. What could have happened to him? Why would my powers not heal a normal head injury? It did not make sense.

It seemed like hours passed before the doctor came over to us.

"He's going to be okay," he paused for a minute, "although there are complications."

"What's wrong?" Sam said, standing up. I stood up as well.

"He's awake now, but he suffered a severe injury to the head. We aren't sure entirely as of now, but it is highly likely that he has some form of amnesia."

Sam's face went pale. "You mean he won't remember anything?"

"No, we talked to him a little and he seems to remember basic things, his name, etc, but he does not remember where he was or anything recent. So we don't know how severe the amnesia is yet. You can go speak with him now if you would like. But I would recommend not overwhelming him, okay? It would be best to go easy on him for a while."

Sam nodded and the doctor guided us to Dean's room. I looked inside and saw him sitting down talking with a young female nurse. He did not seem any different.

"Oh hey Sam!" he called as soon as he set eyes on us.

"Dean! How are you feeling? You okay?" Sam said as he walked closer to his older brother. The doctor and nurse left and closed the door to give the three of us some privacy.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Head hurts a little and I don't remember anything about whatever case we were on, but other than that I'm fine," Dean said smiling. He was about to say something else when he stopped and looked at me. He must have just noticed I was here.

"Who's that?" he asked Sam. "Is he someone who has to do with the case?"

Sam seemed to freeze, but his reaction was probably not as bad as my own. I stood there completely in shock.

Dean did not remember me.

…..

Sam spoke first, "You mean, you don't remember him? At all?"

"Nope," Dean said.

Sam looked back at me with a sad expression and then turned back to Dean. "What do you remember? Like, what's the very last thing you remember before waking up here?"

Dean thought for a moment. He closed his eyes and thought hard. "I remember that dad died and we gave him a proper hunter's funeral."

Sam's face was pale again. "That was a while ago, Dean."

Dean did not seem to grasp the meaning of what Sam was saying. He did not seem alarmed at all.

"Oh. How many days was I out?"

"This is serious, Dean. There aren't a few days missing from your memory, it's a few years."

Dean stayed silent for a few minutes, but then looked back over at me.

"So he's someone I should know, I guess. Hey you, what's your name?"

I looked over at Sam. I was unsure what to tell Dean and what I needed to hold off on. My name seemed save though.

"Castiel," I said.

"Castiel? That's a strange name. Well okay, nice to meet you, Cas," Dean said with a smile.

I could not help, but to smile too. He may not remember me, but he is still the same Dean that I knew before.

….

It was late now. Sam was on the phone asking if Bobby could pick up their car since they had left it behind and Dean was eating some snacks that we had bought him. We tried to keep the conversation light, but there were some things that Dean insisted we explain for him. Nothing too big though.

"Man, this is so frustrating! I can't believe this happened. This sucks!" Dean said with his mouth full of food.

"Yeah, we heard you the first time," Sam replied.

"I know, it just hasn't sunk in yet I guess. I mean, years, man. All those months are just gone! It's so irritating."

"Yeah, at least you don't have to explain every little thing that happened over the years. Trust me when I tell you that they weren't exactly the best years of either of our lives."

"Whatever."

I sat quietly and just listened to the two of them talk. I was happy they were dealing with this better than I thought, but it was still a serious issue.

"And you," Dean said all of a sudden. I looked up and saw he was pointing at me with a candy bar. "I don't even know anything about you, except for your weird name."

I just looked at him and then looked back down at the floor. I was told not to give Dean any news that he would be startled by and according to Sam this included the fact that I was an angel. I did not want to lie to Dean, but Sam said it would probably be better for him at least at first. I understood this. I knew that if I told him about me being an angel that would lead to more questions and eventually bringing up both the apocalypse and Dean's time in hell would be unavoidable.

"Come on, are you always this quiet? Tell me, how'd I meet a weirdo like you anyway?"

I looked over at Sam, hoping he'd take the wheel, but he just stayed quiet leaving it up to me. Great.

"I saved you from…a bunch of demons."

"Well thanks, I guess. So you are a hunter, huh? How long have you been hunting?"

"My whole existence."

For some reason, Dean found my answer to be funny and started to laugh. "Same here, I guess you could say. Is that why you joined us? Hunting by yourself does get lonely sometimes."

"Yeah."

"Interesting. What about your family? Are they hunters too?"

I paused to think of an answer. "Yes."

"Hmm," Dean stopped to think of another question, "so what's with the suit and trench coat? Were you pretending to be an FBI agent?"

I looked down at my trench coat that I have gotten so used to wearing. "I always wear this."

Sam smiled and chose this moment to join the conversation. "Yeah, he wears that everywhere. He's a strange one." He laughed.

Dean laughed too. "You can say that again."

I tried to smile a little, but I do not know how convincing it was. I was glad Dean was okay, but this situation was not easy to deal with.

I wondered how long we would have to keep this up.

Okay, well there's the first chapter! I know it's not that good, but I hope you liked it. I'll try to make it better in the future chapters so stay tuned! (: Again, constructive criticism and nice reviews are always awesome! Thank you! (: