Memory loss (SPN fanfic)

Revelations

Sam walked into the musty hotel room to find Dean furiously packing his pale green duffel bag with weapons Sam hadn't even seen before.

"Okay what are you doing?"

"Claire called. What do you think I'm doing?" Dean responded as he picked the bag up off the bed and headed for the door.

"Dean she isn't even your kid, I get that she's Castiel's, well Jimmy's.... Either way, last we knew she was being trained by Garth. She knows how to handle things."

"Sam don't ask questions and just get in the car. I'll explain on the way."

When the boys had began their journey to the hospital, Sam spoke up.

"You said you'd explain. So let's hear it."

"Cas has been missing for a while. I told you he wasn't coming, which was true, but it's not because he's busy being an angel. I had him go after Metatron. He had a lead and wanted to go."

"So while I was at Bobbys looking for a way to get this jerk, you were out trying to attack him with an angel who is weak and running low on grace? Great plan Dean."

"We were blind sighted. Cas zapped me into the impala with the little left he had. He had nothing left. I was sure Metatron had killed him. But then a little Demon let it slip that he was still alive so I've been on a wild goose chase to find him. Just so happens that Claire found him and called me."

"Really Dean? I could have helped! After all we've been through you still don't trust me." Sams voice became angry and irritated.

"You know that's not true Sammy. I just didn't want you involved!" Dean was shouting at this point.

Sam shouted back, "well know I am so you gonna let me help you or no? Because if you aren't might as well just drop me off now and I'll hitch hike back to Arizona."

"You're in okay? Just let me lead on this one."

Sam nodded in agreement. Dean broke the uncomfortable silence by cranking up the radio. Back in black by ACDC turned on, and like always, Sam moaned and complained. The impala got smaller and smaller as it shot down the road. Dean's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel, his ankle locked in place as he presses the gas peddle, and his face had a look of determination.
"We're coming Cas." He prayed to the Angel, hoping he would hear.