Requested By: abbeywashere

Imagine: Losing your memory on a hunt.

Witches. They were such a pain in the ass. They were always trying to pull a last minute spell before you and the Winchesters ganked them. You usually killed it before it got the chance to, but today you weren't so lucky.

You and the Winchesters pulled up to the witch's house late at night. You all climbed out of the car and made sure the correct bullets were in your guns. Sam started walking towards the house but before Dean could you stopped him.

You placed a kiss to his lips and told him, "I love you." "I love you too," he replied. This had been yours and Dean's prehunt ritual for the last five months, ever since you and him started dating. The two of you then followed Sam into the house.

You busted in, quickly running throughout the house trying to find the witch. It took you a couple of minutes but three of you finally realized she was in the attic. You all made your way up to the room, and you were the one to open the door. Big mistake.

Right when you opened the door, the witch yelled something in Latin and threw a ball of magic at you. It hit your right in the head and you immediately fell to the ground. You heard Dean yell, "Y/N!" Followed by some gunshots. A couple of seconds later, Dean came into your field of vision begging you to stay with him. Then you lost consciousness.

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You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Three men were standing by your bedside. A tall one with long hair and hazel eyes. A shorter one with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes, and the shortest of the three with black hair and blue eyes.

"Y/N," the one with green eyes said with a smile. "Do I know you?" you asked him. All three of the men's faces etched with concern as they looked at you.

"You don't remember us?" the tallest one asked. You looked between the three men trying to find something you recognized, but you couldn't. You slowly shook your head no, and the one with green eyes stormed out of the room. The other two men followed him, leaving you alone to wonder what was happening.

The three men entered the room a few minutes and walked over to you. "Y/N, there was an accident. You lost your memory of us, but don't worry. I will find a way to restore it," the one with black hair said. "Thanks. In the meantime do I get to know your guys' names?" you asked. "Oh, yes, of course. My name is Castiel. The tall one is Sam and that's his brother Dean," Castiel told you.

"Well, Castiel, has anyone ever told you, you're kind of cute," you told him with a smirk. He blushed as you saw Dean tense up and glare at his friend. "Thank you, Y/N," he told you. "Anytime," you responded with a smirk.

"Hey listen, we're going to go to the library to do some research, you rest, okay?" Sam said. "Can Castiel stay? I want some company," you replied. Dean's eyes filled with hurt as he once again walked out of the room.

"Sure, he can stay," Sam stated before going to find his brother. You smiled at Cas and he smiled back. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked you. "Tell me some things about my life here with you guys," you replied.

He sat next to you on the bed and said, "Well how much do you know?" "My name is Y/N, and monsters are real. I hunt them," you replied. Cas nodded his head, thankful he wouldn't have to tell you that part. He then began explaining your life with him and the Winchesters. But, he left out the part of you dating Dean. He figured you should hear that from Dean himself.

It had been a couple of hours when you decided to find another form of entertainment. You sat up and leaned closer to Castiel. "I think we should find another way to spend out time," you told him.

His eyes widened and he told you, "I don't think that's wise." "Why not?" you asked, your lips only inches from his. Before he could respond, however, the door to your room flew open. Dean was standing there and felt his heart break at the scene.

"I should go," Cas said before disappearing. Dean glared at you, and you, confused by his actions asked, "Dean, what's wrong?"

He rolled his eyes in response and walked away but you weren't letting him go that easily. You followed him down the hallway, and you finally caught up to him. "Dean, why are you so mad at me?" you asked him.

"Because Y/N! You're supposed to be with me!" he replied. "What?" you asked. He sighed before explaining, "Before your accident you and I were in a relationship. We were in love with each other," he told you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but the look Dean gave you told you he was telling you the truth. "I'm sorry Dean, I didn't remember I didn't mean to hurt you," you said.

He gave you a sad smile as he told you, "I know, that's why I'm not mad. It's just the thought of you with another man is killing me."

You softly smiled at him before pressing your lips to his. In that moment, memories began rushing back to you.

The memory of Dean and you lying on the hood of the Impala watching the stars. The memory of the two of you kissing passionately in the backseat of the Impala. The memory of when Dean told you he loved you for the first time after you had bought him pie. Every moment you and Dean had ever shared came back to you.

You pulled away with a gasp and Dean looked at you worried. You looked back at him with a smile and told him, "I remember." He furrowed his eyebrows and you said, "You're name is Dean Winchester. We met three years ago on a wendigo hunt, and you are the love of my life."

Dean smiled largely as he pulled you into another kiss. "Thank God," he muttered against your lips, "I thought I had lost you forever."

"People can take my memories away from me, but they will never be able to take away the love I have for you," you told him making his heart melt.

Dean pulled you into him wrapping his arms tightly around you, never wanting to let go. He started laughing suddenly making you look up at him. "What?" you asked him. "You probably confused the hell out of Cas," he replied making you laugh too. 

"You know I have to admit that seeing you so jealous was kind of hot," you told him. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh really?" You smirked back at him and he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. From that moment on, whenever you got the chance, you would flirt with Cas, confusing the poor angel to tease Dean, and every night you would make it up to Dean in the bedroom.

Hello my little monsters,

This one was shorter than most but I hope you still liked it. I love you all and all of you are amazing!

Always Keep Fighting!

~Caela~