Destiel -- One Shots

Memory

Sam and Dean are driving to Utah tonsolve a case, Dean can't concentrate just receiving a call from Bobby that Castiel met an accident.

'It was hit and run, Sammy. Friggin' son of a bitch didn't even stop to get him to the nearest hospital.' Dean held the wheel tighter.

'He's three hours away from us, Dean. He's lying on a hospital bed, he's not dead.' Dean's phone rang. It was Bobby.

'Bobby, talk to me.'

'Dean, you're not going to like this.' Bobby let out a sharp exhale.

'What, what is it?'

'The accident got him pretty bad, he got massive head injury which caused him to lose his memory. When he woke up 40 minutes ago, I asked him how he's doing and he asked who I am. I'm sorry, son.' Dean's jaw dropped, he can't believe what he just heard. All the memories they made, the dates, the shower sex, he has no memory of him. Dean pulled over and got out of the car, Sam followed him. Bobby was still on the end of the line.

'Bobby, I need to go back. I need to see him.' Dean's voice was breaking fighting his tears back.

'Look, Dean, he's not dead. And lives are at stake here because a vamp is on the loose. Just make it quick and come home.' Bobby hung up. They got to the house and caught the vamp with its prey on its hand, the vampire hissed on them and let go of the woman, it ran to the back door od the kitchen but Dean was already there, he hit him hard on the head and stroke his machete across its neck, Dean left and Sam followed. They drove for hours, Dean didn't sleep, didn't eat.

'Dean, you gotta get some shut eye. You can't drive forever.'

'I don't care, I'll get some rest when we get to the hospital. I need to be by his side when he wakes up again. I'll make him remember everything we've gone through. I know he can, and he will.' Sam didn't bother to answer. They reached the hospital and ran to Cass' room. He saw Bobby sitting beside him and Cass eating his breakfast and watching T.V.

'How is he, Bobby?' Dean asked.

'Still the same, Dean.' He put his hands in his pockets. Dean walked towards Cass , his face is blank, he can't recognize him, he doesn't remember anything.

'Hey, Cass. How are you?' Dean put up a faint smile.

'Who are you?' Cass asked while chewing a brownie.

'I'm Dean and this my brother Sam. We've known each other for a long time. You don't remember us?'

'Well, Dean. I dreamt of you the other night. We were having dinner and you gave me a ring. Is this it?' Cass held out his hand and played with the thick silver ring.

'Yeah, because I proposed to you that evening. And the next day when you're going to work, you had an accident. A pick up truck hit you, and he didn't even stop to get you to the nearest hospital.'

'Where were you? When I got hit?' Dean looked down.

'I was in Utah, to solve case. I called you before you got in your car, you said I should be home by dinner.' He coyldn't hold it anymore, the tears was streaming down his face but he continued to talk calmly.

'So, we're engaged now?'

'Yes.' He half smiled.

'Well, it's my first time seeing you, Dean. And I'd love to know more about you, ir should I say us.' Cass smiled and he wiped his tears.

'I'll make it up to you, and I'll do anything to get your memory back.' Dean held his hand.
'It's going to be okay now.' Two months had passed and they're still waiting for some progress in Cass's memory. Dean woke up and saw Cass staring at him.

'Hey, did you get some sleep?' Dean asked sleepily while rubbing his eyes.

'Yeah, I did. I was just waiting for you to wake up, coz I'm going to ask you something.'

'What is it?'

'Is pie your favorite food?' Cass pylled his eyebrows together, Dean smiled.

'Yeah, you remember?' He sat up straight and kissed his hand.

'I remember now, all of it.' Cass stared at the bed sheets, a little teary-eyed.
'We're datung for two years now and itnwas our anniversary when you proposed to me. You put the ring in my wine glass and I told you I almost swallowed it. Then you woke me up in the middle of the night because you have to got to Utah. Then I remember how fast the pick up truck was going, heas drunk and he hit me.' He sobbed softly and touched the back of his head feeling the marks of the stitches.
'It's right there, I can feel it.' Cass held back his tears and smiled contently at Dean.

'Does your head hurt? Are you okay?' Dean sniffled.

'I'm okay now, Babe.' They both chuckled.