Mr. Comatose- Destiel Hospital AU

Buddy

Cas' POV

"Gabriel I have no clue what to wear help." Cas called to his phone, which was sitting on his dresser. He held up different items of clothing as he pulled them from his closet.

"Wear khakis and a button down. No tie. Don't wear a pastel shirt, though. You don't wanna give yourself away. Wear something dark.

"Why did I call you?" Castiel exasperatedly asked.

"Because Dr. Sexy knows best."

"You're not even a doctor, Gabe."

"Shut up"

Cas dug to the back of his closet, where he's been for a while, and pulled out khaki pants and a dark blue button down shirt. "Perfect," Cas sighed. He pulled off his pajamas and pulled the outfit on. He checked his ass out in the mirror. Jesus christ I'm conceited, he thought to himself.

"Cassie Wassie are you alive?" Gabriel's voice called from Castiel's phone.

Cas snapped to attention. "What? Oh yeah, sadly I am,"

Gabriel chuckled "Ok, I have to hang up. Go get 'em tiger!" The call ended.

Cas pulled on a pair of dress shoes and brushed his teeth, all the while his heart was pounding. This is a normal thing for guys to do, right? Go to each other's college reunions? Well at least they won't recognize... SHITSHITSHIT I FORGOT I KNOW THESE PEOPLE HOLY FUCK. WHAT AM I GONNA DOOO

Cas spat out his toothpaste as he began shaking. He crumpled into a corner of his bathroom. He could barely breathe. It felt like his lungs were filling up with water and closing up. He began to cry and gasp for air, when he heard a faint doorbell.

Dean's POV

Dean parked his car in front of Cas' house. Castiel's car was still there in the driveway.

Dean walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. He waited for about thirty seconds before ringing again. Another two minutes passed, and Dean began to worry. Is Cas ok? He wondered to himself. Dean tried the doorknob. The door creaked open. He ran inside.

Dean heard faint wheezing from the bathroom. He rushed over to find Cas curled up in a ball on the floor. Dean crouched in front of Cas and grabbed his hands. "Hey, hey Cas are you ok?" No response, just wheezing. "Ok, um, I'm here, you're ok, ok?"

Cas gasped and raised his head. His eyes were red and puffy and he was shaking. Dean plopped down to the left of Cas and began to rub his right shoulder.

Cas turned to Dean and buried himself in Dean's chest. Castiel's hand lay on Dean's left shoulder. Dean's eyes went wide and he blushed. He pulled Cas closer and reached his other arm around to Cas' back. He continued rubbing Castiel's shoulder.

Cas' POV

Castiel's heart stopped pounding and he felt that he could breathe again.

"I got you, buddy," Dean whispered. Cas mentally frowned. Are you shitting me? BUDDY??!??!!?, Cas thought.

"We're gonna be late if we don't get going, Cas." Dean groaned as he tried to lift Cas off of him. Cas sat upright and began blushing when he realized what he just did.

"Are you ready to go?" Dean asked.

"Almost," Cas nodded.

Dean walked out of the bathroom while Cas began to fix his hair and straighten his shirt. Cas took a deep breath and thought to himself, you'll be ok, they probably won't even recognize you. You've changed a lot. Cas smiled in the mirror and proceeded to walk out of the bathroom. "Let's go," he said to Dean as he headed for the door.

They rode in silence, only listening to the radio.  Dean reached for the volume and turned the music down. "Hey, man, what happened back there?"

"Well, nothing happ-it's nothing," Cas quickly answered.

"Okey dokey," Chirped Dean.

They pulled in to the parking lot of the convention center. Cas turned off the car and began to open the door when Dean grabbed his arm. "It's gonna be alright, I promise," Dean reassured. Cas nodded. Well shit, I'm fucked, and not in a good way.

They approached the door, and Cas almost turned and ran back to his car and drove all the way home. He thought, I gotta do it for Dean, over and over again.

Suddenly, Dean and Cas were in the building, surrounded by hoards of men about their age. Michael Milligan approached them.

"Hey, Dean! Long time no see, where you been?" Michael exclaimed as he wrapped Dean in a bear hug.

"Well I don't really know. I was in a car accident a little while back and I woke up from a coma with no memory. I'm here to try and remember some stuff. This is my buddy, Castiel. He's a nurse at Lawrence Hope hospital and he's here to help with my memory," Dean explained.

"Wait, so you don't remember anything?" Quizzed Michael.

"Nope," Dean replied.

Michael continued, "So you don't remember Cas was an STD as well?"

"Cas?" Dean turned to him.

Cas stuttered, "I mean, yeah I was, but I never remembered you. We must've-"

"No, no, no. I clearly remember-" Michael began.

"It seems that my memory isn't helping either side of this argument. I'm gonna use the restroom real quick." Dean excused himself. Cas and Michael's argument continued.

Dean's POV

Dean locked himself in a stall and stared at his hands. Memories flowed into his head like the river flows into the sea. His life flashed before his eyes. Memories of kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, and college overwhelmed his mind. The longing for someone to tell all his secrets. All the times he'd stared at a guys ass when he was with his girlfriend Lisa.

Should I tell Cas? What is he decides that we can stop hanging out? There's no way I can tell him.

Several minutes passed before Dean was ready to re-enter the party. He pulled himself together and walked out of the stall. Lucifer was washing his hands and it took all Dean's might to not go over to him and talk about all the great memories they made. He wasn't supposed to have those memories.

Dean walked back over to Cas and Michael, who had finally come to an agreement.

"Turns out, I had it right; you and I were never there at the same time," Cas announced. Dean's heart sank, because he knew that it wasn't true.