Dean came out of the third club he'd been to, having scored his seventh phone number for the night. He made his way to a nearby park where he could look them over and decide who the spend the night with.
"This isn't the most productive way to spend your time, Dean."
Dean jumped, then closed his eyes and cursed.
"What?" he demanded, turning to look at the angel.
"You're a very troubled young man right now."
"Oh really?" Dean frowned.
"Yes, really."
"And why is that?"
"Because you don't know what you're doing."
Dean just looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Dean, that for one thing you're suffering a little memory loss."
"Faith?" Dean frowned.
"Yes Dean, Faith. And the demon child she brought into the world. Breaking the 47th seal."
"What are you talking about?" Dean's eyes darted.
Castiel hesitated, then stepped forward and placed his fingertips on Dean's forehead. In half a second, all the memories came flooding back.