The Lost Memories (a Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 16 - Dean

Sam and I walk back upstairs and I go to the fridge to get myself a beer. I look over into the study and see Cas lying on the couch with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. I walk over and hesitate before I grab a seat next to him. For a few moments it's silent until he speaks up.

"So I assume I know you- or at least knew you?" He says and I keep my mouth shut and stare at the floor. "I can tell that you and I have some kind of history based on your reaction. I tilt my head up to look at him and give him a knowing glance.

"We were friends. Good friends in fact. We fought a lot of battles together. We even faced the apocalypse together." I say letting a small smile come to my lips.

"But how is it that I remember Sam but not you? Clearly you know him." He replies in confusion.

"Well Sammy is my brother and just imagine any memory that you have of him and pretty much add me into the majority of them. Plus our own memories but that's not really important." I say and I start to feel a hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.

"Well I can tell that our memories are quite important to you so why don't you tell me about them?" Cas states and I immediately thought of the night that started it all. "Maybe start from the beginning?"

"Well, before we met I was in hell for about four months-" I start.

"Which was about 40 years right?" He asks and I nod in confirmation. "I'm sorry for whatever you experienced."

"Thanks." I say and I already start to feel a little better. "Anyways so yeah, I was in hell for some time and that's when you pulled me out."

"I pulled you out of hell?"

"Yeah, you said that God commanded it."

"But to pull a soul out of hell is one of the most difficult tasks in the universe. Only a crossroads demon or an incredibly powerful angel could pull that off."

"Well you are pretty damn powerful." I say and I notice Cas smile lightly before it fades to a focused frown as I continue the story. "So you pulled me out and then tried to contact me through your true form which, by the way, not the best idea." I say and he laughs quietly and I feel butterflies in my stomach as soon as he does so. I explain to him how we became close friends and what we went through along with my favorite story of what happened at the strip club all of those years back and he'd laugh every once in a while, then his face would return to that focused expression as he listened to my every word. We talked for at least and hour before I start to feel the exhaustion come to my eyelids.

"Okay Cas, I think I'm going to turn in for the night. You going to be able to sleep?"

"Angels don't sleep, Dean."

"Right. Well at least find some way to rest your eyes in case Crowley comes back again. We need a fully loaded angel if he does return."

"Of course."

"Well I'm going to sleep on the couch since Sam won the guest bed so I'll see you tomorrow Cas."

"Goodnight, Dean."

"Night, Cas."

That night I dream of another world where I never got into hunting and Cas wasn't an angel and we just met on our own terms. I was a mechanic and Cas was a tax accountant that needed help with his car. We were normal. No memory loss, no complications. Everything was just perfect.

"Hi, what seems to be the problem?" I asked.

"Well, all of a sudden the car just stopped. I was driving down my street and it just came to a halt." He replied in his normal, deep voice. "I need to get back into town as soon as possible so if you could figure out the problem soon that would be amazing." He says and flashes a small smile at me.

"Okay, well based on your description, I'm pretty sure you've got a dead battery. I can jumpstart it for you." I say lifting the hood to check the battery. I nod my head and climb into the car. I release the breaks and let the car roll backwards slightly and pop the clutch. I hear the engine roar to life and I see his smile widen. I climb out of the car and offer him the keys.

"Thanks, what's your name? I think I'll ask for you the next time I have car troubles." He says and I let a smile cross my face.

"Dean." I say and hold out my hand to shake his. "It's nice to meet you..."

"Castiel, or Cas. Whichever you prefer." He says and shakes my hand. I feel a small ball of paper between our two hands and he gives me this knowing glance. "It's great to meet you, Dean." He says and I wait until his car turns the corner to open up the crumpled paper. "Thanks for the car. Maybe I can see you again sometime. (543)-890-1234"

And then I wake up.