Supernatural Imagines

That Bloody Song!

This is Part 4 and the final part in The First 50 Dates. I was thinking that I might make this into a short story and write all about what happened in what I didn't write. What do you think? I might.

Sorry if I had too much fun in Part 3! I couldn't resist!

The kissing, the laughter, the smiles that were shared. The happy memories.

Those all came back in a rush; the hot chocolate spread across the floor, leaving a mess that was demanding to be cleaned up.

Did you care? No. No you didn't.

Because A, you just remembered the love of your life. And B, these Winchesters knew every fucking minute of it. And there was going to be hell to pay.

"DEAN AND SAMUEL WINCHESTER! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE NOW!"

There was the sound of two doors slamming before Dean and Sam conveniently slipped on the puddle of the hot chocolate you left spilled.

It was a hilarious sight to see; both of them lying on the floor with terrified expressions on their faces. But now wasn't the time.

"Y-yeah Y/n? Is something wrong?" Sam asked with a worried expression on his face.

You laughed humorlessly and clapped your hands slowly together. "Well don't we have a winner? The youngest Winchester figures it out! Of course I have a damn problem! It's with you two!"

They both got up slowly and looked at each other before looking back at you. "What did we do this time?" Dean asked.

"Well one, you didn't make me watch that video this morning or the day before that or in fact any of those days! Two, you didn't make me read the journal that I wrote in! Specifically to remember the man I love! And three, you let Balthazar LEAVE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? YOU ASSHOLES!"

Sam threw his hands up, "Whoa! Whoa! Just calm down okay? I can explain it all."

You took a deep breath and rubbed your temples. "You will have five minutes. Clean this mess up and let me shower, then you can tell me. You both better hope I forgive and believe you."

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After a shower, a cup of wine, and Sam explaining the past couple months to you; you sat for the first time in a while speechless.

"So all that really happened?"

Dean nodded. "He'd stay by your side everyday, and everyday it seemed you would fall in love with him again. When you went to sleep, he would be there with you telling you that you would see him in the morning and everything would be alright. When you'd wake up and freak out because you didn't remember him, it almost killed him.

He left about two months ago. We stopped showing you the tape and we respected his wishes. None of us thought you would remember. The curse was suppose to last until you died."

You shook your head, "No that wasn't the curse. I made sure none of you knew what that curse was because if I did let you know, you wouldn't have let me go."

Sam leaned forward in interest and clasped his hands together. "What was the curse?"

You smiled. "It's quite simple, well to female's. See when we love someone, we learn to trust them more then any other person. Everyone of these women had a reason not to trust their husbands. They either cheated or lied to them.

I didn't trust Balthazar completely because that's who I am. He didn't have any reason to break my trust, but since I was a teenager I learned not to trust anyone. So when the witch cursed me, she knew what she was doing. The curse broke on a day that you celebrate that trust. Valentines day. "