One Shots

thanks for the memories

No prompt for this bad boy.
Sorry my last one was sort of shitty. I wanted to post something, so I just rushed it. I feel like it could've been better, so I'll try to make this one good.
Anyway, this ones a Destiel fanfic since I've been reading so much of it and I got inspired, enjoy!

Music is blaring in my ears and my headache feels as if it is throbbing to the beat. I ask the nice woman at the bar to get me something, and she complies. I know that I should not be drinking, but is it the only thing that seems to keep my thoughts at bay, even if just for a few hours at a time. I can not even tell if I drink to remember of forget at this point, but no matter the reason, it is a habit that I cannot seem to break. The woman returns with a glass full of a deep brown liquid. I believe it to be whiskey. I reach out for it, but before I am able to clasp my fingers around it and determine if my assumption about the contents of the glass, a firm hand grips the container and sets it down, but not before draining it of its contents. I do not observe who it is because I am too focused on the hand resting on my other shoulder.
The stranger whispers into my ear,
"Hey, lets go outside. I want to talk to you."
I may want to forget, but that is all I came to do here tonight so I respectfully decline his offer.
I don't believe he understands what I meant though because before I know it he is dragging me through the dance floor and out of the building by my wrist.
I do not like this feeling.
"Please stop sir", I say fairly understandably, not so drunk as to be slurring my words get.
He does not listen though, and soon I find myself in an alley alone with this man, where I finally am able to inspect his features.
The man seems to be only a few inches taller than me, with an unkempt nest of blond hair atop his head and stubble to match. His eyes are a beautiful ocean blue, but there's something missing from them. When I gaze into them, I sense something terrifyingly numb within them, like there's no joy in the world. It seems to me as if the man does not have any love in him, most likely from lack of it being given to the man.
Something about him seems familiar.
"Do I know you?" I mumble out, still very overwhelmed and confused by the situation that I have found myself in.
He does not respond at first, but simply chuckles instead.
"Do you hear yourself Castiel?"
How does he know my name?
He continues, "don't play dumb, little brother, I know that you're well aware of the circumstances, so I'll cut the make believe and tell you what's going on. I'm back, obviously, and as you can imagine, and Michael's not too happy about that..."
He rambles on, his hand still tightly around my wrist, as I try to figure out who this man in front of me is.
"Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to help a brother out, Cassie. I mean, after all, you do owe me this. At the very least"
When all I respond with is what I image would be a a look similar to a lost puppy, he continues on talking.
"I can tell you're a little shaken up, but..."
I search my mind for any knowledge that I might have tucked away and just when I am about to give up, I remember a name.
Lucifer.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out,
"Is that really you, Lucifer? I mean, is this your vessel?"
I can tell that my interruption of his speech annoyed him, but he simply chuckles that cold laugh of his again as he says,
"Well, yes and no. It is me, live and in the flesh, 100% Lucy, but there is a slight twist. This is not my vessel, no. Hence the, you know,"
He gestures briefly to some areas of skin that seem to be peeling right off of his face.
"Anyway, that's why I'm here. As I was about to explain, I need you to help me get into my real vessel so I can leave this sad sack of meat behind and regain our father's trust."
"But Lucifer," I respond, interested but still confused, "how do you know who this vessel is. I mean, there are over 7 billion people on this planet, how can you be sure?"
He responds quickly, obviously glad that I am interested enough with his proposal to ask questions
"Well, Cassie, you'll soon find out that it's someone you used to know very well."
He brings his middle and index fingers on his right hand up to my forehead, and a searing pain develops along with thousands of memories.
I stumble from surprise, shock, and another feeling that I am not used to. It seems to me that I only experience that feeling when I think back on these memories.
"Are these mine?" I ask in regard to the old times placed into my mind, still fairly confused.
"Of course they are, Castiel. Why would I lie to you? I don't need to lie. Anyway, I can see that they have taken your grace along with those memories, so I got you a little present."
He holds out a vial with a glowing blue light emanating from it.
"Open wide!" He says as he throws my head back and pours the substance down my throat with a laugh.
I sense it surge through me, every part of me feeling as though it is ten times stronger than before.
So this is what it feels like to be an angel.
I'm not given much time to consider the situation, though, for as I am concentrating on what has just happened to me, I find myself in an entirely new location. The only thing that's the same is my outfit and the feeling of power that I just gained only moments ago.
A black t-shirt, jeans, and a plaid shirt.
Why am I dressed like this?
I feel as if I'm trying to be someone else. But I suppose my outfit is not the most pressing matter as I have been teleported to this random place.
Wait, no.
The walls are covered in shelves filled with many types of books. There is a table in front of me with lamps on it, and I can see a door leading to the rest of the bunker.
Bunker?
Ah, yes! This is Sam and Dean's bunker that they found! It belonged to the men of letters.
The men of Letters?
Sam and Dean?
Dean?
Oh my god. Dean.
The feeling that I had before is returning and it causes me to be overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity, comfort, and...is what I'm feeling love?
No, it cannot be that, for angels cannot feel love towards a human. It is strictly forbidden, and I do not foresee that law changing any time soon.
I hear the approaching of footsteps and before I can find a place to hide, Dean Winchester rounds the corner in nothing but a ragged towel that's draped loosely around his body, laying just below the hips.
He seems just as surprised as I am for he freezes in his tracks.
This is the first time I've ever seen Dean like this. He never freezes.
He's also never naked around me.
His voice is shaky, another uncommon occurrence, as he almost whispers,
"C-Cas?... Is that really you?"
I nod and decide he deserves an explanation.
I summarize what the past few months have held for me. Drinking, being human, everything.
We end up sitting across from each other on either side of the table placed in the center of the room, Dean still in only the torn cloth around his lower half.
He looks different. Not bad, but different.
I guess I really was a surprise because he seems to have completely forgot about clothes for now.
As I near the end of the story, Dean corrects me on one of the aspects of it.
"Cas, buddy, listen. You weren't without your grace or whatever for a couple months, man. You've been gone for three years."
Three years. That's impossible.
"Dean, that cannot be true. I only have memories from the past few months, and that is all. I promise, Dean."
"I know, man. I know. This is tough, you know? It's just all changed so much. A lot can happen in three years."
He looks sad when he says that, and I wonder if I am missing something.
"So I've been told", I say with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood, "so, why don't you and Sam sit me down and tell me everything that has happened while I've been gone. I regret not being able to be here for you and your brother, Dean, I really do. But I hope all can be forgiven because it was not my fault, and-"
I stop talking as soon as I notice the tears in Dean's eyes.
"D-Dean? Are, are you alright?"
He looks up at me, the tears spilling over as he does.
"Yeah, Cas. I'm okay, but um...I don't think Sammy will be able to help me explain everything because he, uh. Well he's. He's, he's dead, Cas."
That is not what I was expecting at all. I don't know what has just come over me, but I walk around the table, and hug him. I hold him so tight. Maybe if I hold tight enough, I'll be able to hold his broken pieces together.
But I doubt it.
He's suddenly shaking from the violent sobs that are erupting from his body.
I think that's what was different about him. The sorrow.
I bring him even closer to me.
I feel so horrible watching him that I could cry, too. And it's not until I feel the hot tears running on my cheeks and down my throat that I realize that I actually am crying.
We hang onto each other for a while, and Dean composes himself first.
"I'm so sorry Cas. So sorry. I just have been so alone these past couple of years. Sammy's gone, Bobby's gone, Kevin's gone, and you were gone, too. I was so goddamn alone. I prayed for you every day, man. Every day. I didnt know what I do with myself. Hell, this is the first shower I've taken in over a month. Everything felt so hopeless. I haven't even been able bring myself to leave the bunker except for food, which I stock up in once a month. I prayed so much, man. I thought you were gone, just like everyone else. But I didn't even think you were dead, I thought you just left me. And I know it's not your fault, and I know you wouldn't ever do that to me Cas, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. I haven't been thinking right. I'm so sorry."
I don't even know what to do anymore.
We stopped embracing as soon as he started talking. I think he wanted to gauge my reaction as he said it.
"It's not your fault Dean"
He nods and stands up, but he doesn't seem convinced.
"I should, um, get dressed. I'll see you in a couple minutes. Don't go anywhere."
"If you are so worried Dean, then maybe I should accompany you to wherever it is that you are going", I offer in an attempt to make him feel better. It seems to work because he laughs.
"I don't think that'll be necessary, Cas"
And I think that he gives me a genuine smile before he turns to leave.

A/N:
Oof this was a long one. I actually kind of like this? Should I do a part two, bring back Lucifer? I was also thinking I might start posting a chapter every week on a specific day.
Let me know!
Thanks guys!