Only You

Forget Me Not

Castiel climbed out of the car, still leaning heavily on John's old crutches. He wanted to take as long as possible. He knew what was about to happen. He'd already run out of the antidote and wasn't working properly anyway. They would either have to find Crowley, and that seemed pretty much impossible, or... Well. It sucked ass, but it was doable. The Angels had a spell. All it would require would be someone who survived demon possession and still had a pure, righteous soul, and there was only one person Cas knew of that it would work with. Dean.

It would cure any individuals illness, but for a price. The price was, complete, total memory loss of the person you were saving. So you had to know them and share a profound bond with them.

So basically, if Dean accepted to it, he would have to lose all memory of Cas, and if he ever did remember, Cas' illness would come back. But that part was okay, because only true loves kiss could break the spell, and the only one that could give the kiss would be the one who saved you. Dean. Terribly cliché, he knew. But Dean got through women like paper; he would use them, then throw them away. He did not feel love for Castiel. But for some unclear reason, having Dean never remember him hurt.

He shook himself mentally. He was the Angel of Thursday. Millions of years old, and he was attached to one puny, insignificant human. And there was nothing he could do about it. It reminded him of the time when he was oh so hopelessly in love with the God Apollo, who loved him just as much. But when the people stopped believing in him, he faded into nothing. That had probably been the worst part of Castiel's long existence. But that was another story entirely, one he did not have time to tell. He had moved on and he was over it, but now it felt like it was happening all over again.

He pulled the front door open, and held it so everyone else could pass through it. He didn't want to do this, but his family valued him much more than they valued Dean, they would some how make Dean agree if he didn't do it willingly. He sighed. He hated feeling things. He wished he couldn't feel a damn thing. Balthazar, one of Cas' favourite brothers, put a hand on Cas' shoulder.

"Come on, Cas. It's time. I'm sorry." Cas gave him a sad smile and followed him back into the living room, where Dean was just returning to consciousness. His eyes snapped open, and he started clenching and unclenching his fists, seeming to enjoy having full control of his body back. When he looked up and saw Cas, he quickly looked away again, apparently he remembered, and was slightly embarrassed about it. Cas couldn't blame him.

"Dean! Thank God you're awake!" John yelled and hugged his son at the same time. Dean smiled,

"Hey dad. I'm okay." Suddenly, Cas doubled over, coughing violently. Gabriel was already at his side, rubbing small, soothing circles into his back, and whispering comforting things into his ear.

"It's okay, Cassie. You're gonna be okay. Dean's gonna help you, I know you don't like it, I know. But we can't find Crowley. It's our only option. I'm sure he won't mind. Here, you can have my last lollipop. You're gonna be fine Cassie. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He looked up at Dean, his face pleading. "You have to help him. He's my little brother. Please."

Here. The Archangel Gabriel was sat begging for Dean Winchester's help. What a sight to behold.

"How? How can I help him?" Gabriel looked to Uriel to explain.

"I'm gonna take Cassie upstairs, and get him comfortable. Come get me when you've made your decision." The two Angels left, Cas leaning very heavily on Gabriel, as he helped Cas climb the stairs.

Dean looked back at Uriel,

"How can I help him?" He asked quietly. Uriel didn't seem to like humans very much, but he showed a little sympathy in his face when he turned to Dean.