Don't you remember? -A Destiel ff

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Sam wasn't happy with this, but he knew he couldn't force Dean to tell him. He would just stick with it and hope that Dean will tell him as soon as he's ready to.

"So...what's with the case?" ,Dean said in purpose of changing the subject.
"Yeah right, the case" ,replied Sam starting to walk to the table in the middle of the room to get to his laptop where he already did some researches. "Apparently a 20 year old man ate himself a week ago."
"Erk...nasty" ,Dean answered.
"Yeah" Sammy sat in front of his laptop, looking through the stuff he already read a few times. "So, the protocol of the local police says 'The young man started eating his own fingers and toes. After he finished eating his arms he died of loss of blood.'"
"So what do you think? A witch?"
"Yeah. I mean, I think so."
"I'ma pick you up."
With these words the older one hung up.  Followed by a deep sigh of the younger one, who just put his mobile down and leaned into the chair he was sitting on.

The smell of the Impala seemed fresh, although the car was build centuries ago. To be specific, in 1967. But Dean loved the car with all his soul and treated it this way. Their dad gave it to him, when Dean was old enough to drive, so it was his fault. Like so many other things in their messed up life's, but the brothers couldn't blame him. He lost his wife and was desperate. He wanted revenge so badly he couldn't think of anything else.
The boys have almost been driving for seven hours with not even speaking a word with each other. The only thing you could hear were some sighing of Sam and the music from one of Dean's many soft rock cassettes playing.
The taller one's head would turn sometimes to Dean, expecting him to speak. But nothing. He didn't even seem to recognize him. His eyes were bound with the street in front of them. It was like he has been sitting in the car all alone.

"Dean. I didn't choose this, okay? I didn't choose this life and I didn't choose you to have information that I should better not know. You didn't choose that either, but let's make the best out of it. I don't care what shitty hole dad put us in, but..."
Suddenly the older brother interrupted him. "So what? This is all about dad?" ,he laughed ironically. "Don't tell me this is all dad's fault, because he has nothing-...nothing to do with it!" Dean's voice was getting louder with each word, which caused Sam chills all over his spine to his neck. He knew Dean was getting sentimental when it comes to their dad, but he'd never get used to an angry shouting Dean.
"I-...I didn't mean to..."
A swoosh sound interrupted the moose talking.
"SON OF A BITCH?!" shouted the older brother, while holding the steering wheel, which nearly let the beloved old timer drive off the highway. In less than a second he pulled it back.
"I am utterly sorry if I confused you, Dean." ,Cas mumbled holding eye contact through the back-row-window.
Dean felt some weird stuff going on inside his body, but he couldn't identify it so he just shoved it away.
"The breakfast was bad." ,he mumbled, but not quiet enough so Sam couldn't hear it. Inspecting he watched the two guys, who were apparently still watching each other. He kind of felt like he should know something, but he couldn't dig it.
After a few moments he finally coughed a little bit to let them know there was another one participating this eye-sex act and he had no clue what the hell was going on.
Dean shook his head a little bit before he concentrated on the street again , constantly frowning like his younger brother did. Apparently both of them didn't know what just happened. Castiel was just sitting there.

"Get a room you two." ,Sam tried to lighten the mood, but he just made it worse. The joke turned abrupt into an awkward silence. The tall one's frowning creases were getting deeper and bigger as he looked back to Dean to see his cheeks turn sheepishly pink. His whole body was like he just freezed to death. On his forehead poured some sweat pearls.
Suddenly Dean recognized the glances of Sams'.
"Yeah...ha ha. Very funny." He started to look back to Cas through the mirror, who was also looking back. "As I would go into bed with Cas. Haha." The angel stopped the eye contact by looking down to his feet.
"Right Cas?" ,Dean said looking back on the streets in front of them.
"Mhmm...Yeah. Right. Totally weird!" ,he started. "No, actually it would be really disgusting and even disappointing, wouldn't it?" ,he asked Sam, who shrugged his shoulders confused. "I mean, Sam...Could you even imagine how awful it must be to practice coitus with this person?"
"Ehhm...I figure not?" ,Sam awkwardly answered.
"See?"
"Why are you here?" ,Dean sharply brushed out with coldness in his voice.
Cas looked at the moose "Sam gave me the coordinates."
"I thought we might need a little help here."
"Yeah?! And why should we? Why should we especially need Cas?"
"What's your problem, Dean? You're acting so weird lately. The both of you!" ,with the last sentence he looked at Cas.

An empty silence filled the car. The worst silence Dean and Cas had ever attended to.
"I just don't come along with angels, this is it."
Castiel, who was still sitting in the backseat glanced at Dean with empty eyes, seeming totally broken and destroyed before he finally disappeared leaving nothing but cold air and a quiet swoosh-Sound.