As the days passed, Cas became more and more convinced that Dean was hiding something. Dean barely talked to Cas, he spent most of his time in his room. Even though Cas didn't remember Dean from before, it still felt wrong not talking to him. He tried, he really did, but Dean just didn't seem to want anything to do with Cas.

"Hey Dean, do you think we could go out and do something sometime? I haven't been out of the apartment much, and neither have you, except for work," Cas said one night as Dean was in the kitchen. Dean opened the fridge and took out a beer.

"I don't know, Cas. I just don't really feel like going out anywhere," he said. Cas didn't say anything for a moment, but as Dean turned to go back to his room, Cas spoke.

"Dean why don't you ever want to hang out with me? I mean, we're roommates. Did I do something to you?" Cas asked. Dean looked up sharply.

"No. You never did anything wrong, Cas, and don't ever think otherwise," Dean said.

"Then what? What are you hiding from me, Dean? What happened?" Cas asked sharply. Dean ran his hand through his hair.

"Cas, please-"

"No, Dean! Tell me! I can't stand this anymore, its driving me crazy! Just tell me!" Cas exclaimed. Dean started pacing.

"No, no, I can't! You don't understand, I can't!" Dean said, starting to visibly shake.

"So explain it to me! Dean, please, I deserve to know!" Cas shouted. Dean just shook his head and rushed back towards his room. Cas ran after him.

"Dean, come back!" Cas shouted. Dean just ran into his room and shut the door. Cas, for the first time in his life, disregarded politeness and barged right in.

"Dean, I- oh my god..." Cas froze as he came through the door. The place was a wreck. There were clothes and beer bottles everywhere, there was broken glass on the floor, it was a disaster. But as he looked around, what caught Cas' attention most were the pictures. There was one of him and Dean at a mini golf course, another of him on a couch looking sick, and... one right in the middle. Him and Dean, both wearing suits. He was wearing a flower crown, and they... they were kissing.

"Dean, what..." Cas breathed. Dean rushed to the pictures from where he had been standing in the middle of the room and scooped them up.

"No, you- you don't get to look at those, they- they aren't yours!" He exclaimed, staggering backwards until he hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

"Dean, what were those pictures? Were we...?" Cas left the question unspoken, his voice starting to shake. Dean was sobbing, hugging the pictures close to his chest with one hand as he reached out the other and grabbed a broken piece of glass and started squeezing it. Cas rushed forward when he saw blood drip from Dean's fist.

"No, stop that! Dean, just tell me what happened in the last five years!" He said, kneeling in front of Dean and prying his fist open. Dean let out another sob.

"We were married, okay? We were married! I love you, and you loved me! We were... we were happy. But I fucked it up," Dean said. Cas stared at Dean. He couldn't believe it. Married?
"We're... married?" Cas asked weakly. Dean nodded, and Cas sat down hard. He couldn't believe it. This changed... everything.