Dean stumbled into the alley behind the bar, completely drunk. He leaned against the wall for support as two guys came through the back door behind him. Wobbling he turned around to face them. Even though he was intoxicated he knew he could get a few good punches in. Part of him didn't care that he might get hurt. He was the one who initiated the fight when he told the obnoxiously drunk guys to quit harassing their waitress. He could deal with fighting two guys at once, but he wished Sam was with him.

Just as one of the guys threw the first punch, someone wearing a trench coat intervened. Even in his drunken state, Dean immediately knew who it was. Castiel had the guy's fist in his hand and when the guy tried to break out of his hold, the angel increased his grip forcing the guy to his knees. His partner, unsure of what to do, rushed at him. But before he could land a punch, Castiel touched his forehead causing him to pass out and collapse onto the ground. The angel [then] turned his attention back towards the guy trying desperately to break free from his firm grip. Gently he touched the man's forehead and just like his friend, he too collapsed onto the ground.

Dean tried to steady himself against the wall as Castiel approached him. He was pissed, depressed and drunk. He had wanted to fight those guys.
"Cas, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," the angel stated like it was obvious.
"Why?"
To Dean the world felt like it was spinning. He tried to focus on Castiel as the angel came closer to him, invading his personal space.
"Cas we talked about this…"
What Dean wasn't expecting was the angel to gently cup his face with his hands and kissed him.

To say he was shocked would have been an understatement. He had occasional dreams of moments like this but never did he ever think it would actually happen. He wasn't exactly into guys. If it wasn't for those dreams he wouldn't have even thought about it. The kiss was undeniably breathtaking even has he tried to shove the dark haired angel off him. Castiel almost seemed reluctant to stop the kiss.
"Cas! What the hell? I may be drunk, but not enough for that!"
The kiss had sobered him up quite a bit and along with it came memories. Some of the things he had thought were dreams had actually happened. He remembered now.

Dean angrily pushed Castiel away from him as he leaned against the wall for support from the weight of his once forgotten memories. Dean felt some regret for his actions, when for a brief moment it looked like he had hurt Castiel's feelings with his rejection. It must have been his imagination, but he couldn't say for sure. There were a lot of things he once thought he knew. Now he wasn't too sure of anything.
"Dean…"
"What the fuck took you so long?" He shouted furiously.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? The apocalypse was over. I was with Lisa for a year. Why the hell didn't you say something?"
"I wanted you to be happy. You had that with her. You weren't a hunter anymore and I'm fighting a war. It would have been too dangerous to let you remember."
"Why now? The war's still going on and I haven't exactly had any say on whether or not I get to remember any of it."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you don't get to be. You can't keep making decisions for the both of us."
Castiel stepped away from him, "You're right. It wasn't fair what I did. I only wanted to protect you."
"I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself."

Clutching his head, Dean was overwhelmed, as forgotten memories of what they had, swirled in his mind. Part of him wanted to rush over and kiss the angel yet another part of him wanted to punch him square in the jaw. As angry as he was at that moment, there was something he had to know.
"Why now?"
Castiel boldly looked him in the eyes, "I don't want to die with regrets."
The answer shocked him. He knew the war wasn't going well but it didn't occur to him that Castiel might actually die from it. The angel had become a constant presence in his life and the thought of him being gone forever wasn't something he could easily grasp. He lost people he cared about over the years but part of him always thought that in the end, he would die before Castiel did.
"I didn't mean to concern you. Perhaps this was a mistake."

Before the angel could turn away from him, Dean shoved Castiel against the wall and passionately kissed him, gripping the angel's soft hair in his hands. At first Castiel was confused by the sudden change in emotion but he let himself accept it and kissed him back. When they finally parted Dean rested his forehead against Castiel's, his arms wrapped tenderly around the angel's body. Unsure of what to do, Castiel hesitated before fully embracing him. He had waited so long for this.
"What did I say about making decisions without me?"
"You're not mad?"
"I am," Dean kissed him again. "This doesn't mean I forgive you."
To say he was confused would have been an understatement, but he didn't care. He had Dean in his arms again.

With all the frenzied kissing and gentle grinding against each other, Castiel aggressively flipped their positions, pinning Dean against the solid wall, passionately kissing him. Moaning, Dean clung to Castiel's back as the angel sucked on his neck. He knew by tomorrow he was going to have one hell of a hickey. He had no idea how he was going to explain it to Sam but right now he didn't care. With the angel's firm body pressed hard against him, Dean grinned happily.
"Missed me that much, have you?"
"It was torture being near you, pretending we didn't have something."
Dean thought over the period when he didn't remember. There had been a lot of clues about the angel's feelings towards him. At the time he didn't want to acknowledge them, much less what his own dreams told him.
"It certainly explains a lot."
Castiel look at him puzzled, "I thought I was being discreet."
Dean shook his head saying no, smiling, before kissing him again. This was something he had missed and didn't even know it. Now there was a very real possibility of losing him for good.

No matter what his feelings are for the angel, it still didn't change what had happened. Castiel had hidden the truth from him for over two years. It wasn't something he was just going to get over right away. But seeing the angel before him looking completely debauched with his swollen lips, tousled hair, and crooked tie, it reminded him of how naïve the angel was at times. Over the course of his life, he had hidden his own fair share of secrets to protect the people closest to him but he couldn't forgive him, not yet. Maybe someday he might. But right now he didn't want to waste what little time they may have left together.
"Let's get out of here," said Dean.

Author's Note

I want to thank Ventorum for beta-ing this story. My work has improved greatly from her help. :)

I really enjoyed working on this chapter. They've been through so much at this point and it seemed natural for this point in the story to have a time skip.
I'm a bit stuck on the next chapter. I know what I want to do but I haven't decided who is going to be the topper yet.

Reviews/favorites are greatly appreciated.

For those of you who are interested I have more Supernatural series that take place in alternate universes listed on my profile.