Dean Winchester Imagines

Imagine... Having amnesia and not remembering that Dean is your boyfriend

You woke up in a strange place, you were sitting in a bed. The room looked like a cheap motel room, dark and poorly designed. You saw two men sitting at the table across the room. They must have not noticed that you had awoken. They were talking so you decided to listen in.
"I can't take this anymore Sammy," the man spoke holding a bottle of something, judging from the smell of the room it was most likely alcohol.
"Dean, she'll get her memory back soon," the one named Sammy said.
"She probably doesn't even remember waking up the first time, she has friggin' amnesia," Dean said rubbing his temple.
"Dean don't worry we'll-" Sammy was cut off.
"Do what Sam? Wait here unable to do a damn thing? No! How can you expect me to be fine? She's my girlfriend and she doesn't even know my name."
"I'm sorry, I'm gonna head out," Sam picked up his jacket and left the motel.
"Dean?" You spoke quietly, "That's your name right? Dean, and you're my boyfriend."
"Y/N?" Dean sat up, "How'd you know my name?"
"I have ears," you gestured to your ears.
"Oh," Dean chuckled, "So do you remember anything?"
"No," you sat on the bed and Dean sat next to you, "nothing at all."
"Oh, uh, that's okay," he frowned. You could see his eyes begin to fill with tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," you began to tear up as well.
"No, don't be, will find a way for you to get your memory back," he held your hand.
"Ok," you kissed his hand.
Dean spoke, "I promise Y/N."