No one had anything. Not that it really came as a surprise.
They stopped for lunch at a cheap diner after a few more failed attempts, Dean too tired and annoyed to push any further. Cas was still neutral and curious as ever, taking an extra long time to order off of their ten item menu. It was then Dean realized where he'd messed up, yet again.
Dumbass, the thought, cringing outwardly as the waiter continued to stand by their table, pen in hand. He's an amnesiac, not a freaking human.
"He'll take the turkey club with a side of fries," Dean said quickly, mustering up a smile. "That's it for us."
As soon as the waiter left, Dean regretted even sitting down to eat. It was like the awkwardness of when Rowena had left. Every inch of him wanted to avoid being alone with Amnesia Cas, wanted to dodge the questions that he knew the angel was dying to ask about who he was, what had happened, and anything else Dean knew he could never answer completely truthfully without being a threat to the fragility of the angel's memory. Especially after how weirdly he'd acted before. He shifted uncomfortably in the worn red booth, turning his head to the window.
To his surprise, Cas didn't say anything even after a few minutes. Dean had expected him to ask more questions, bring up more concerns, even ask why Dean had so forcefully ordered his food for him, but he didn't. He too stared out the window at the now grey sky, sometimes turning to look at Dean when he didn't think he was paying attention.
"You know," Cas said quietly, finally breaking the silence. "There's something about them, the bees."
Dean turned toward the angel, something in his stomach squirming in the slightest. "R-really?" He said dumbly, eyes searching his face.
He nodded, drawing his eyes back to Dean. "I don't remember what it is, though."
Dean swallowed thickly, guilt beginning to weigh down on his chest. He wanted to believe that Cas was still in there, somewhere, maybe binge watching Netflix in a dusty corner of his subconscious. He wanted to believe that they were going to get him back in no time. But the more time they spent looking for this stupid damn ingredient for a stupid damn spell, the faster Dean was beginning to lose hope. Why couldn't they just kill the witch that took his memory and be done?
Cas looked at Dean. "I know there's something about you, too." He said in a deep, thoughtful voice.
Dean bit his lip. "Well, yeah, I mean we knew each other--you knew me, before. Maybe you're remembering."
Cas shook his head. "No, it's not that. Rowena--I knew her. I know I knew her. I could tell." He furrowed his brow. "But with you, it's not your face, or a memory, or a...recognition."
"What is it?"
Cas shrugged. "A feeling."
Dean's heart was beginning to hammer in his chest. He didn't know why.
"Bad feeling?" He only asked.
"No." Cas said simply, without elaborating.
Dean said nothing, at a loss for words. He wanted to believe that this was the real Cas he was talking to, but he couldn't. Couldn't let himself.
Then, out of the blue, "-We were a couple, weren't we?"
Dean's head snapped up, cheeks flushed. "What? N-" he started, before the waiter came with their food. He had to force himself to smile politely while his stomach twisted uncontrollably.
"No," he said to Cas after the waiter walked away, each of them uninterested in their food.
Cas furrowed his brow, looking almost...offended. "Dean, if you're worried about trying to keep this some huge secret while my memory's gone, you don't have to."
