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Remembering [Part Five]

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He wondered what he was thinking about as he watched him eat, and wondered how he would broach the subject of his amnesia and the fact that he had this weird feeling that Dean was the one person that could help him regain his memory. He wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers or his tongue over those thin lips that looked softer than they should. He wondered how many freckles dotted his face, and if they were anywhere else on his body. He wondered what it felt like to have those amazing eyes staring at you in love and passion, in the dark recesses of the night.

Shit. His eyes flicked up to a painting on the wall as he reached for his coffee, gulping down a drink as he studied it like he’d studied every move that Dean made. The picture was of an angel, a man with dark hair and skin that could be called pale if seen under the right light. His arms were stretched out to the sun, in a gesture of welcome, and great black wings sprouted from his back, spreading and stretching out behind him, looking like they were about to take him up into the sky. Staring at the picture, he suddenly felt a pang of loss, though he couldn’t place a finger on why.

“Beautiful, right?” Castiel jerked, glad that his reflexes were quick enough to keep him from spilling his coffee everywhere; he would feel bad if he got the floor dirty, especially since it was so clean. He flushed slightly as he glanced at Dean, who smiled softly at him before setting his own coffee cup back on the counter and straightened up, lifting his arms above his head and groaning slightly as he stretched.

“Ah. Yeah.” He answered, his mind finally recalling the question that Dean had asked him. “Um… This is going to sound like a stupid question, but,” he chuckled nervously as he proceeded, “Who is he? The angel in the painting, I mean. If, if that’s not too intrusive of a question that is.” Pain flashed across Dean’s face, and he immediately felt bad, but the question was already out there, and he felt like he couldn’t take it back now.

“No one really.” His voice was whisper soft as he answered, and his eyes hollow as he swam in memories of his past. It took him a couple minutes before he regained his composure, and continued, clearing his throat and acting like he’d hadn’t just been lost to the world. “Just a friend. You done?” Castiel nodded and watch silently as Dean took their plates and cups into the kitchen and washed them before putting them where they belonged.

“Hey, um, Dean?” Might as well approach the subject of my amnesia; now is as good a time as I think I will ever get. He cleared his throat before he continued, nervousness making it feel tight and making him feel like he was forcing words out. “I… I have amnesia. And… I-I think you might be able to help me remember my past. At least… You’re the only thing I can remember from before the amnesia.” He waited for a response, held his breath in fear, but all he heard was silence. He waited for what seemed almost like an hour before he came to the conclusion that Dean must think him crazy, and decided that it was best he leave.

“Never mind,” he called out, hoping against hope that Dean would respond; but of course, nothing. Sighing, he hopped off the bar stool he’d been sitting on and started for the door. Grabbing the handle, he paused, and then, without glancing back, said, “I’m sorry I bothered you. Thank you for the food and coffee, I’ll be going now.

Title | Remembering [Part Five]

Author | AskPillow

Previous/Next | Part One : Part Two : Part Three : Part Four : Part Six : Part Seven : Part Eight : Part Nine : The End

Genre | General/Romance

Fandom/Pairing | Supernatural/Dean Winchester and Castiel

Notes | Ooooooh. What’s gonna happen?

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