// Castiel's POV

Castiel was back in the hospital.

Oh! Don't worry! He's just there to see the Doctor and ask about Winchester.

"It should be open!" He yelled from within the room.

Castiel walked into his office and shut the door.

"Welcome back, Mr Novak."

Castiel looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello, Doctor. Um...I am terribly sorry to intrude but I just needed to know more a- "

"About your memories."

"Yes...If you could just- "

"I told you what you needed to know. You're looking for a Winchester!"

"But why wont you give me his first name?!"

"His?"

Castiel tried to say something but nothing came out. He just looked at the Doctor in confusion.

"W-what?"

"You said his name. How do you know you're looking for a he?" There was hope in the Doctor's eyes.

"T-the last time I came. You said he didn't want you interfering with my recovery."

"Yes I did. But know that I remember, you never asked or hesitated knowing it was a man." The Doctor slowly rose from his chair and walked up to him. "Castiel...what exactly is it you feel is missing in your life? We could all just be lying to you. You could still be in a coma for all you know. We could just be manipulating your mind. How exactly do you know what we say is true?"

Castiel slowly stepped back, eyes wide. What if it all was a lie? No...he knew something was missing. He knew it!

"I know something is missing...I- I feel so alone now. The house seems so empty. There seems to have been a ring around my finger but now there isn't. My cat has been moping around the house as if he misses something that I don't remember an- "

"Oh that cat of yours! He can show you where to go! Although, Winchester is allergic to cats- "

"Winchester's allergic to cats?!" Cas asked.

"Yes..."

If Winchester was allergic, that means the author is Winchester.

"Your cat will most likely run to him. So you can just follow him. There will be a ton of sneezing."

"You can't give me any other hint?!"

"I'm interfering enough as it is, Castiel!"

"But can't you just t- "

"Castiel. Stop. I have no right interfering! But if you really want to remember...look for Sam Winchester. He'll give you answers."

Castiel gritted his teeth and walked out of the door.

Who the heck was Sam Winchester? Where the frick would he even find him?

Castiel sighed and walked back to the Doctor's office to ask.

"You'll find him at the public library downtown. If you're looking for your Winchester, follow the cat."

Cas thanked him and left.

He walked until he stood outside the hospital.

Who should he look for first? Would he go downtown to find Sam first or follow Cotton and see where the heck he'd lead him?

What the heck should he do?!

Cas sighed and began his journey home.

He was about halfway there when he spotted something familiar.

Something white and fuzzy running across the street.

Running into the street.

He wasn't sure when he started but he ran. Everything seemed to slow down as he did.

He realized that was Cotton and he ran as fast as his legs could take him.

The car was getting closer.

Castiel quickly kneeled in front of it and took Cotton in his arms, his back facing the car.

He heard screams and tires screeching.

Castiel shut his eyes, ready for the impact.

But it never came. He kept his eyes shut, not sure if he was already dead or he was just paranoid.

He heard Cotton meowing. He was okay...

Cas slowly opened his eyes and heard the car door opening.

He could see people running towards him.

"Cas! Oh my god, are you okay?!"

Castiel looked up and found Dean running at him, leaving the car. He knelt beside him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him.

"Are you okay?!"

"D-Dean?"

"Cas, are you okay?!"

He didn't answer. He wasn't even looking at him. He could see people surrounding them, calling others, taking pictures, trying to help.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"What the hell, man?! Slow down!"

"You fucking idiot! You could've killed him!"

"Is he okay?!"

"He's brave to have saved that cat!"

Castiel looked around at all the faces. All morphing around him.

Again, he didn't know when he started but he got up and ran away, the small cat in his arms. He ran fast, away from all the people trying to help him.

He heard Dean call after him, but he ignored it and kept running.

He ran far enough away from the scene and looked down at Cotton.

"What the hell were you doing out here?!"

Cotton hissed at him and began to squirm around in his arms again.

"You could've freaking gotten run over, idiot!"

And he kept meowing.

And then somehow, he managed to jump out of his arms and scurry along the sidewalk.

"COTTON!"

Castiel chased after the cat, people watching them. Cotton ran around a corner quickly and Castiel could've sworn he saw him jump.

When Cas rounded the corner, he ended up crashing into someone running too.

They both fell to the ground, the sound of a cat shrieking filling their ears.

Castiel sat up, rubbing his head.

"I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and- "

"That's fine and all but please explain why your cat keeps following me."

Castiel looked up and found Dean staring at him, Cotton snuggling up in his lap.

"Dean? What are you doing here?! What about your car?!"

"Man, I almost ran over you and your cat so my car is fine. Are you okay, though?" He asked, looking closely at him.

Castiel slowly nodded and sighed.

"I'm sorry my cat- he keeps running off and every time he does, he finds..." Cas trailed off slowly in realization.

"He finds what?" Dean asked before sneezing.

"You...he always finds you."

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, as if he was waiting for Castiel so say something else.

"Why is that...why does he always find his way to you?"

Cotton looked back and forth at them. As if he needed something to happen.

Everyone was just waiting for him to do or say something. Anything would suffice at the moment. And Dean kept sneezing. . .

"I...I mean I don't know...maybe I'm just always there when he runs off?" Dean mumbled, wiping his nose.

Castiel stayed quiet. That couldn't be it...could this be the Winchester he was looking for? No...this was Dean Smith.

"I...I have to go..." and with that, Castiel took Cotton and ran off...towards the library.

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"Sir, for the fifth time, you cannot bring that cat in here."

"You don't understand! I need to speak to Sam Winchester!"

"Not with that cat!"

"Yes with this cat!"

The old lady at the desk and Castiel stared angrily at each other.

It had been ten minutes of bickering, Castiel trying to find Sam and the lady trying to kick him out.

"I can't just leave him outside, he almost got run over a while ago!"

"Well at least he was out of the library!"

"Whoa, Mrs. Moody!" Some one yelled and ran in front of her.

"Move your arse, Samuel! I need that cat out of the library!" She yelled.

The man turned around and faced Castiel. His eyes grew wide and he looked down at the cat, who meowed and seemed to smile at him.

"Cas?"

"What?"

"What?!"

"Mrs. Moody, if you'll excuse us." And with that, he took Castiel's arm and headed towards the door.

"Wait, no! You can't kick me out! I must speak with Sam Winchester!" Castiel protested.

"And just who do you think is taking you outside to talk about your memories?" He bitch faced.

Castiel remained quiet and let himself be dragged outside.

"Hey, Cotton." Sam smiled at the cat who meowed in return.

They sat on a bench outside the library and well yea...they sat there for a bit. ((Just reread this for editing and whoa I got lazy here))

"So...what is it you want to know?" Sam asked.

"I went to see my doctor. He told me I was looking for a Winchester. But that gave me no help so I went back today and he told me I could either follow Cotton to lead me to him or go to the library and find you to help." Cas explained.

"Oh...have you followed Cotton to see where he'd take you?"

"He's run off on his own sometimes..."

"Has he found someone on those times?"

"Yea uh, Dean Smith."

Sam's eyes widened at that.

"Smith? Dean Smith? Oh, that idiot." He laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

"W-what about him?"

"Nothing. Okay. Listen, I can't tell you much, he doesn't want anyone interfering-- by he I mean the Winchester you're looking for. Just...just keep reading the books on your doorstep." And he stood up and headed back towards the library entrance.

"Wait! Can't you tell me his name? Please...I feel so alone, Cotton is miserable! Please!"

Sam stopped, hands in his pockets and sighs.

"Dean Winchester. It was nice seeing you again Castiel. Be cautious of this so called 'Dean Smith'. In this case, you might have two Deans trying to get into your home."

And he was gone.

Castiel sat there quietly, Cotton looking up at him worriedly. He meowed a few times to get his attention.

"Dean Winchester...Dean Winchester..." Castiel whispered, his head beginning to hurt.

"Castiel...nice name. Isn't it one of the angels?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Well, I'm Dean."

Castiel's eyes widened. He-- he had a flashback. He just needed more information to remember.

Cotton meowed again and tugged at his coat.

"Don't worry, Cotton. We'll find him."

*WELL GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Did you guys enjoy it? Sorry, it's very poorly written. But I just felt I should give ya'll something.
Anyways, w-who watching the s-season finale? IM DEAD OKAY?! Five freaking months before s11. I'm not gonna make it...byes!

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