Supernatural Angel!Reader Insert 2

Dean had led you to his car, which apparently is called an Impala. You were basically forced into the back of the car by Sam while Dean got into the front. While Dean drove, you didn't say a word, but listened closely to their conversations.

       You were reaching the thirty minute mark when Dean turned down a road that lead to an old house. The house looked worn down, but still stood strong. You were trailing behind the brothers, wondering to yourself who lived here. Dean firmly knocked on the door, and less than a minute later a man answered. He wore a tattered, old baseball cap.

       The man looked tired, but relieved when he saw Sam and Dean. His features changed when he saw you. He sighed, "Who's she?"  

"Bobby, this is (y/n). We've got some punk-ass demons following her for no apparent reason." Dean answered.

       Bobby sighed and moved out of the way to let the three in. He sat himself at a desk covered in old books and papers, almost everyone in a different language. You followed Dean and turned to Bobby, who was pouring a glass of some liquor.
      "She's got demons after her, Bobby." Sam motioned his hand toward you. Bobby gave them a 'really, what else is new' look before taking a sip of the liquid. "Then go kill them," he said and set the glass down a bit harshly. "That's the problem, there are more than twenty of those sons of bitches," Dean angrily yelled. He looked exhausted--actually, they all did. You tried to step in, but Bobby cut you off, not noticing you were trying to speak.

       "Get your angel, then." 'Angel?' You thought, but before you could think about the subject, someone appeared behind Dean. You didn't notice what you were doing until Dean set his hand on yours, which happened to be holding the pistol aimed at the man. "He's good," he said, causing you to lower the gun. Dean looked just as surprised as you and Sam almost fell when the man appeared. Sam and Bobby laughed, but Dean just glared.

        You put the gun away and eyed the man curiously. "This is the angel?" You caught on to the looks Dean was giving him. The angel tilted his head in confusion before taking several steps toward you. He was inches away now, his incredibly blue eyes staring directly at your (e/c) ones. They seemed familiar, but you couldn't recall.
       
       The others were just as confused as you were. Finally, the angel spoke. "I thought I erased your memories," he immediately turned to Dean, "She's dangerous, even without her grace." Bobby choked on his drink. "Grace? Like angel mojo?" Dean asked after making sure Bobby was okay. They stared in disbelief at you while the angel looked troubled.
"What?"

"Do you remember anything weird? Anything at all?" You heard Sam ask.

"No. I don't remember anything before my last day at home, and even that is fuzzy."

The angel butt in, "She wouldn't remember. I erased her memories. I was foolish to think she could have remembered." Everyone looked at the angel waiting for an explanation. "Cas, what are you talking about?" The name sounded familiar to you. Who was he?

Then it hit you.

"Castiel," was your last word before you collapsed unconscious on the ground shaking.