Sorta Kinda like The Notebook but, my version with Destiel :)

Chapter #4

"Does Castiel actually end up with Clara?", he asked, staring up into the other man's green eyes.
Dean shrugged.
"Not sure. It's been years since I've read this. Maybe...maybe not?"
Cas sighed then, eyes flicking quickly over to a bluejay that was flitting from tree to tree, across the yard.
"Are you gonna read more?", he asked, still watching the bird, as it landed gently on the birdbath near back door.
Dean shook his head, eyes slightly sad-looking, as if he wished he could stay longer.
But, it was almost lunchtime, the residents would be called in soon and then Castiel would be going for his afternoon nap on the large veranda.
It was off of his room, and nobody really cared for it, as much as he did.
"Okay, well thanks I guess. See you later."
Dean nodded, but Cas didn't notice.
His expression had gone placid again, as he stared off into space.
The other man sighed, getting slowly up from the lawn chair and stretching himself out.
More than anything, Dean Winchester wished that his husband Castiel, would someday get better and be able to remember again.
Needed him to.
It wasn't exactly easy, for him to tell his kids, that their other father would never be the same again.
That pretty soon, he'd barely even know their names anymore.
Dean hurriedly wiped at his eyes, trying to stop the tears, but to no avail.
He didn't go in for lunch, until someone from inside the building, wearing turquoise nursing scrubs and off-white ugly looking nurse's shoes, came outside to get him.
"We're almost there, Mr. Winchester. Just a few more steps."
Dean grumbled.
He didn't need some stupid nurse to help lead him inside.
He could still walk perfectly fine!
Well, aside from that day last week where he collapsed during breakfast.
Since then, they always sent someone out to get him and bring him in when it was mandatory.
He didn't thank the young dark-haired man, who led him back in.
Didn't even care to.
All he cared about, was being able to see Cas, again and reading him more of that book.
The book, that he had written many years ago.
Dean could still remember the day Castiel started writing in that leather bound book.
Remembers the sound of Cas' pen as it scrawled the words across the ivory pages.
He also remembers how much flack he gave him for wanting to record everything about their life together.
Wishes that he hadn't been so concerned back then.
And, ultimately glad that Cas was stubborn and didn't listen to Dean's request.
"Here's your lunch, Mr. Winchester."
Dean didn't look up from the book that was now laying open on his lap.
Wasn't exactly thrilled or interested about eating the nursing homes 'food' right now.
All he wanted to do was soak up all the wonderful memories of him and Castiel.
Nothing else mattered anymore, just that.
Dean feared someday, that he too would forget everything he knew.
The bright blue eyes that belonged to Castiel Winchester, his husband and best friend.
The three beautiful children that they had together: Mary, John, and Anna.
The day that he married Cas, at the old now deserted fairgrounds, where they had met.
When, Cas' mother had died, and Dean had been there to comfort him.
And later, when Castiel had finally earned his degree in medicine and started up his first clinic.
Or when, the war broke out, and Dean had to say goodbye to him in favour of defending his country.
The way, Cas had gripped him tight and hugged him, crying tears of joy at having his husband safely back home.
And that same day when, Dean had scooped up Castiel and spun him around in his arms, kissing him breathless.
He sighed.
All that could be gone.
There was no guarantee that he'd never forget.
No solid proof, that it was impossible.
Dean went back outside after lunch, still thinking about Cas and the story that needed to be told to him.
He went up to the veranda, where Castiel was most likely sleeping, a patchwork quilt that had once been his daughter Anna's, covering his frail body.
Indeed it was, the material soft to the touch.
Dean smiled, as he looked through the mesh screening, at his beautiful precious husband, his greying multicoloured hair, ruffled up from sleeping, his dull blue eyes closed tightly shut as he snored softly.
"I love you, Cas.", he whispered, one of his hands carefully resting on the mesh screening.
"So much. Never forget that."
Castiel only responded with a soft snoring noise, and Dean chuckled.
"Goodbye my Angel, I'll see you in a little while...", his voice trailed off, as he stepped away from the screened enclosure, green eyes watery with unshed tears.
If Castiel heard him or not, Dean didn't know, but he wished with all his heart that he'd at least remember that he still loved him.
If anything...