[ The bunker may in fact be "like Folsom Prison Blues," but it's Dean and Sam's home. Castiel has been fortunate enough to be welcomed into this space as well, and it's that sense of loyalty to the Winchesters and the values the brothers share that has him defending it so ardently... even against Dean. Castiel feels a stab of guilt when Dean apologizes, but he recant any of what he'd said. There are precious memories formed in this place, along side terrible regrets. There's far more than just salt and iron in these walls. There's history, his shared history with Dean and Sam.
Guilt does strike him a bit more strongly once Sam is hugging Dean, though (and, more oddly, envy). Maybe he should've texted Sam. Would news like this be acceptable to send by text? He has no idea. Still standing awkwardly aside, he speaks up. ]
Dean's lost his memories. I found him walking along the road not far from here and offered to attempt to restore what he's lost, but he was... uneasy with the offer.
[ Castiel could go on, and plans to, but Sam leans back from Dean, not quite fully releasing him from the hug, and interrupts. "Hang on. You lost your memories?" He addresses Dean, which Castiel finds unsurprising, though he's the one with his mind intact and is perfectly capable of explaining on Dean's behalf. Sam spares only a glance at Castiel, as if for unspoken confirmation, before he continues to ask Dean directly, "What do you remember?" ]
[ Dean looks like he might make like a rabbit and run for the hills, being as squeezed by Sam as he is, the discomfort clear on his face as he's finally released from it. The relief is palpable, and he folds his arms over his chest to prevent it from happening again without explicit permission.
It's not Sam's fault, or Castiel's, but Dean is pretty tense and on a hair trigger. ]
Nothing. It's like what Castiel said. [ He gestures at Cas, and the fact he keeps referring to Cas as Castiel should be an indicator that no one stuttered. ] It's a big blank up here. I don't know how else to explain it. I woke up on a park bench in town, no idea who I was or where I was.
[ Really, he's lucky he's not babbling in a hospital somewhere, yammering on about Darkness and God's sister. ]
And now I'm here, because he [ again, he gestures to the angel, ] was the only one who seemed to know who the hell I was.
[ It seems impossible, improbable - but it's true, and he's standing right here. Not a demon, a shifter, nothing like that. Just...a blank, clean slate. ]
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Guilt does strike him a bit more strongly once Sam is hugging Dean, though (and, more oddly, envy). Maybe he should've texted Sam. Would news like this be acceptable to send by text? He has no idea. Still standing awkwardly aside, he speaks up. ]
Dean's lost his memories. I found him walking along the road not far from here and offered to attempt to restore what he's lost, but he was... uneasy with the offer.
[ Castiel could go on, and plans to, but Sam leans back from Dean, not quite fully releasing him from the hug, and interrupts. "Hang on. You lost your memories?" He addresses Dean, which Castiel finds unsurprising, though he's the one with his mind intact and is perfectly capable of explaining on Dean's behalf. Sam spares only a glance at Castiel, as if for unspoken confirmation, before he continues to ask Dean directly, "What do you remember?" ]
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It's not Sam's fault, or Castiel's, but Dean is pretty tense and on a hair trigger. ]
Nothing. It's like what Castiel said. [ He gestures at Cas, and the fact he keeps referring to Cas as Castiel should be an indicator that no one stuttered. ] It's a big blank up here. I don't know how else to explain it. I woke up on a park bench in town, no idea who I was or where I was.
[ Really, he's lucky he's not babbling in a hospital somewhere, yammering on about Darkness and God's sister. ]
And now I'm here, because he [ again, he gestures to the angel, ] was the only one who seemed to know who the hell I was.
[ It seems impossible, improbable - but it's true, and he's standing right here. Not a demon, a shifter, nothing like that. Just...a blank, clean slate. ]
Sorry.