Castiel dropped his hand as Dean pulled away. He stared intently into Dean's face, standing inches away as he always did in the habit he had forgotten he had.
He cast his eyes over every feature, the green eyes, the spiky hair, the rough-hewn bones. There was definitely something familiar about it.
"I pulled you from Hell," he parroted back at Dean. "That would make you my charge."
He looked at the floor then back up and the question was for the room at large. "Why would I forget you? You did not forget me."