Fluffy canonverse with dean has amnesia please?
"How long?" Cas asks skeptically. Dean is poking around the kitchen, grabbing different food items. He has quite the collection in his arms already, and Cas wonders if he intends to eat them or cook them.
"Twenty-four hours," Sam says. "And he might not actually remember a whole lot of that time when he gets his memories back."
Cas frowns. "So he has amnesia, making him forget the past forty years of his life, but will regain those memories in twenty-four hours... while losing any memories he gains during those twenty-four hours?"
"Yeah, basically. There might be some memory leakage either way, but that's the gist of it."
"That doesn't sound good for Dean's brain."
Sam shrugs and sighs. "Yeah probably not, but it's not like it's the worst thing that's ever happened to him, brain or otherwise. Comes with being a hunter."
Cas says nothing. He doesn't like to think of so the aches and ailments Dean's had to endure, will still have to endure.
Sam gives him a reassuring pat of the shoulder and leaves, apparently giving Cas the responsibility of watching a memoryless Dean. Not that Cas minds doing it, but he has to brace himself for the pain of Dean not recognizing him.
He takes a few deep breaths before stepping into the kitchen. "Hello, Dean."
Dean looks up at him, arms overflowing with ingredients, and smiles a particularly radiant smile. "Hey, Cas."
Cas falters, his stride uneven until he rights himself and stands like a fool in the middle of the kitchen.
Dean freezes, looking embarrassed. A tomato drops and rolls towards Cas' feet.
"Did I say that wrong?" Dean is actually blushing in embarrassment. Cas doesn't know that he's ever seen that before. "The big guy, Sam, he showed me your picture and said your name was Cas..."
Cas recovers quickly. "It is." He reaches down to pick up the tomato, only sightly bruised, and offers it to Dean. "Castiel, actually, but Cas is fine."
Dean's smile is back, smaller and shyer than before, but still lovely. "Good. Thought I'd messed up. Don't want to make a bad first impression."
"Dean, I've known you for over a decade. In these circumstances, I'm the one who should be worrying about first impressions."
"Oh. Well, I guess. I figured maybe you wouldn't like me as much as the real Dean so I wanted to... I don't know, be the real Dean if I could."
"You are the real Dean, Dean."
"Well, I don't know. A person is the sum of their experiences, and I've got like... an hour's worth of experiences, so I can't be the same."
Cas gapes at him, at a loss.
"And see now I've said something the real Dean wouldn't, haven't I?"
"Uhh..." Cas turns his attention to Dean's haul of food. "What are you making. Can I help you cook?"
Dean looks down, almost surprised by the food he's holding. "Oh. I don't know what I'm making. I don't know how to cook..."
This version of Dean is somehow adorable, and Cas is suddenly filled with the urge to pull him into a reassuring hug.
He doesn't, though. Instead he takes some of the food and leads Dean to the table. "You showed me how to make pasta sauce once. I think between the two of us we could manage it."
They do, mostly. They work side by side cutting veggies, stirring, simmering, making pasta from scratch. It's nice, and while they wait for the sauce to thicken, they lean against the counter, right in each other's space.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Dean says timidly.
"Why did Sam lie and say you and I are best friends?"
Cas' heart drops. "We... We are... I thought..." he stutters.
"No no, I'm sure we are," Dean says with easy dismissal, like that much is obvious and isn't his real question. "I meant, why didn't he tell me you and I are together? Like are we dating or married or what? I feel like he kind of undersold it when he said best friends. This right here." He motions between them, the tips of his fingers brushing Cas' jacket. "I dunno, feels more profound than that."
Cas swallows. "Dean... You and I, we're not together. We never have been. Circumstances... they never really... we didn't..."
Dean looks at him with wide eyes. "Cas, I couldn't remember my name, but I took one look at you and knew I was in love with you. You saying I never did anything about that? You didn't either? Are we morons or something?"
Dean snorts a laugh.. and then pointedly backs up to put space between them. "As much as I'd love to kiss you right now or hold your hand while we eat dinner... I think real me would be super jealous and pissed if I did all that before he got a chance to."
"Because I'm pissed thinking about him doing it, and he's me!" He laughs, a tinge of bitterness. "So let's do the best friend thing for now, and as soon as I get my memories back, you swear you talk to me about this, okay?"
Cas nods, his head fuzzy. "Okay."
"Awesome." Dean does lean in for a quick peck to Cas' cheek. The spot burns and Cas longs for more. "I'll grab Sam for dinner."
And then Cas is alone in the empty kitchen, his heart full.
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