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Cas
doesn’t remember much before Dean, which is particularly bad considering they
were eight when they first met. It was just that his childhood was so lacking,
so terrible in parts, but every moment with Dean was wonderful.

There are snippets here and
there, of course. Pieces that even to this day he can still remember. An
apartment with faded wallpaper. His father passed out over his typewriter. His
mother yelling and slamming a door. Holding a stuffed animal tight to his chest
at night. Mostly Cas ignores the memories. None of them are pleasant and are
better left in the past.

Dean he remembers clearly. Every
smile, every laugh, every joke told and story shared, all of it is embedded in
Cas’ memory.

Even before he understood what it
meant to love, he loved Dean.

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