Destiel AU: Dean suffers amnesia after being severely injured in a car accident. (for Sarah)“I don’t… remember you.”
Cas came running down the hallway in the hospital, his trench coat whipping about him as he rushed. The call came in while he was on a case and he left the office in a heartbeat, speeding to the hospital. The ladies at the front desk had been helpful enough, telling him which room Dean was in, but he couldn’t get there fast enough. Dread washed through him as he came up to the room and saw Dean through the window, cuts on his face, tubes in his mouth and nose.
An orderly stood at the doorway to the room, a doctor inside as Cas walked in. The orderly stopped him with an arm across Cas’ chest saying, “Family only!”
“I am family! I’m — he’d be my husband if the damned state would allow it.”
The orderly glanced at the doctor, who nodded, then let Cas in. He moved straight to Dean’s side and took up his hand, squeezing it briefly. Dean was asleep for the moment, so he looked up to the doctor.
“How is he?”
“Not good. He got hit in the head pretty bad. He’ll be okay, but we have to wait until he wakes up to find out how much damage was done.”
Cas turned his attention back to Dean and squeezed his hand, willing everything to be okay. Wishing he could just make it all better, like magic. Then, like a miracle, Dean opened his eyes. It was slow at first, a little fluttering, then he was awake and glancing around.
He first looked to the hands holding his, then up to Cas, then over to the doctor. Once the tube was removed from his throat, he coughed and choked out, “Where am I?”
“Lakeview Hospital. You’ve been in an accident. You’re stable now, do you know your name?”
Dean blinked, then nodded, “Yeah, Dean… Dean Winchester.”
“Do you know what year it is?”
“Uh…” Dean blinked, glancing around again. His eyes kept coming back to the guy holding his hand. “No…”
Cas held his breath and looked at the doctor, afraid.
“You may have suffered some amnesia. It’s alright, it’s not uncommon, and in many cases memories come back with time.”
“I…” Dean looked down, chewed his lip, then looked up to Cas, “I … who are you?”
Cas felt like he had just been punched in the gut. The color drained out of him. “I’m Castiel…” His voice was thick with emotion. “Cas.”
“Where’s Sammy? Is he alright? He wasn’t in the car, was he?”
“No, Dean… Sam is in California. At Stanford.”
“Sammy got into Stanford?” His eyes lit up for a moment.
“Dean… he’s going to graduate this year. You… really have no idea who I am, then…”
Dean blinked and shook his head, “No I… I don’t… remember you.”
Cas dropped to his knees beside the bed, still clinging to Dean’s hand in both of his. He watched Dean for a moment, then looked away, closing his eyes and taking a slow, broken breath.
“I… I’m sorry…” And, as if by its own volition, a tear trickled down Dean’s cheek. He felt his heart clench, seeing this man he knew nothing about in so much pain. But he had no memories of who he was or why it hurt so bad. “I’m really sorry.”