"How do I know you?" You finally blurt out the next morning, after you managed to prevent Cas from burning down the room after he attempted to make scrambled eggs on a hot plate.
Cas looks away and he's lying when he says, "We work together."
"It's more than that," You protest sharply, "You've . . . you've saved me." An eyebrow goes up on his face and you continue, "I was . . ." The fuzzy memory is there, just within reach and you just need to grab it! "I was hurt and you came and healed me."
It sounds crazy, you realize, after you say it, but a soft smile graces Cas' lips and you know that you're right.
"Your memories will return." Cas informs you softly. His phone rings and he reaches for it, moving to step outside to answer it. The door thuds behind him and you fall onto the bed, trying to piece together your shattered memories. You resolve not to give up, to push through the pain and keep trying until you've remembered.
"Castiel." You say a few hours later, after it just pops into your brain. "Your name is Castiel."
"It is." He replies. "Do you remember anything else?"
You're on the verge of remembering, you can feel it. But, for some reason, there's an invisible wall keeping you from your memories and no matter what you do to try and break it, you're stuck.
"No."
For the briefest of seconds, grief flashes in those cerulean eyes before being schooled away, replaced by fake indifference, "You will."
You're missing something here. But what?
You're burning.
"It's okay, Sam," Castiel soothes, placing an ice pack on your forehead. Your skin is darker than a sunburn and your heart is pounding a mile a minute. Your lungs are barely expanding enough to take in the oxygen you so desperately need, and it occurs to you that you are dying.
Are you dying?
"You will not die," Castiel whispers harshly, sharply, as he takes more ice packs and tries to arrange them so to cool the fever. "I won't allow it."
But you're on fire, can't he see that? You can't remember anything and you will die without knowing anything. Your heart skips a beat and you cough, your vision blurs and this is the end, you're sure it is.
"Father, please," Castiel's voice is a whisper, a soft breeze on a spring day, "He's my friend. He's the one who would not turn his back on me. Please Father, save him."
He's praying, you dimly realizing. Praying like you would . . .
And all the memories come thundering back. You and Dean on the hood of the Impala. Castiel rebelling from Heaven. The fear you felt when he went missing. The pain you felt when you thought he died. The relief when both he and Dean came back from Purgatory. Castiel was your friend, one of your few friends, one who saw you for what you were, one who understand the choices you made, sometimes before Dean even did.
You reach for Castiel's hand and grip it within your own, trying to convey everything in just a short moment.
"I remember." You gasp.
And then you black out.
When you wake up, Dean is asleep in a chair by your hospital bed. You smile as your brother snores. You remember what happened, how the witch had stolen your memories during a hunt and then pushed you off the cliff. Dean must've hunted her down and broke the spell.
"How are you feeling?" Castiel asks you quietly and you muster a smile.
"Better. My head still aches, but at least I remember."
"I was worried." Castiel confesses quietly. "Dean was as well."
"Sorry, Cas."
The angel says nothing, but takes your hand within his.
"I thought you had died. That I had failed to save you. Sam, I . . ." His voice breaks and you squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him.
"I'm okay, Cas."
You're back and with the people who care for you. You are with your family. You have survived this and you will survive much more and it's thanks to them.
"Welcome back, Sam." Cas finally says and you just laugh.
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RE: Filled: Whatever Lies Beyond This Morning (2/2)
Date: 2016-05-02 05:41 pm (UTC)Cas looks away and he's lying when he says, "We work together."
"It's more than that," You protest sharply, "You've . . . you've saved me." An eyebrow goes up on his face and you continue, "I was . . ." The fuzzy memory is there, just within reach and you just need to grab it! "I was hurt and you came and healed me."
It sounds crazy, you realize, after you say it, but a soft smile graces Cas' lips and you know that you're right.
"Your memories will return." Cas informs you softly. His phone rings and he reaches for it, moving to step outside to answer it. The door thuds behind him and you fall onto the bed, trying to piece together your shattered memories. You resolve not to give up, to push through the pain and keep trying until you've remembered.
"Castiel." You say a few hours later, after it just pops into your brain. "Your name is Castiel."
"It is." He replies. "Do you remember anything else?"
You're on the verge of remembering, you can feel it. But, for some reason, there's an invisible wall keeping you from your memories and no matter what you do to try and break it, you're stuck.
"No."
For the briefest of seconds, grief flashes in those cerulean eyes before being schooled away, replaced by fake indifference, "You will."
You're missing something here. But what?
You're burning.
"It's okay, Sam," Castiel soothes, placing an ice pack on your forehead. Your skin is darker than a sunburn and your heart is pounding a mile a minute. Your lungs are barely expanding enough to take in the oxygen you so desperately need, and it occurs to you that you are dying.
Are you dying?
"You will not die," Castiel whispers harshly, sharply, as he takes more ice packs and tries to arrange them so to cool the fever. "I won't allow it."
But you're on fire, can't he see that? You can't remember anything and you will die without knowing anything. Your heart skips a beat and you cough, your vision blurs and this is the end, you're sure it is.
"Father, please," Castiel's voice is a whisper, a soft breeze on a spring day, "He's my friend. He's the one who would not turn his back on me. Please Father, save him."
He's praying, you dimly realizing. Praying like you would . . .
And all the memories come thundering back. You and Dean on the hood of the Impala. Castiel rebelling from Heaven. The fear you felt when he went missing. The pain you felt when you thought he died. The relief when both he and Dean came back from Purgatory. Castiel was your friend, one of your few friends, one who saw you for what you were, one who understand the choices you made, sometimes before Dean even did.
You reach for Castiel's hand and grip it within your own, trying to convey everything in just a short moment.
"I remember." You gasp.
And then you black out.
When you wake up, Dean is asleep in a chair by your hospital bed. You smile as your brother snores. You remember what happened, how the witch had stolen your memories during a hunt and then pushed you off the cliff. Dean must've hunted her down and broke the spell.
"How are you feeling?" Castiel asks you quietly and you muster a smile.
"Better. My head still aches, but at least I remember."
"I was worried." Castiel confesses quietly. "Dean was as well."
"Sorry, Cas."
The angel says nothing, but takes your hand within his.
"I thought you had died. That I had failed to save you. Sam, I . . ." His voice breaks and you squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him.
"I'm okay, Cas."
You're back and with the people who care for you. You are with your family. You have survived this and you will survive much more and it's thanks to them.
"Welcome back, Sam." Cas finally says and you just laugh.
It's good to be back.