Forgotten Memories (Dean Winchester X Reader.)

Chapter 1

Hmmm... this is oddly warm, I thought as I snuggled closer to this object next to me....WAIT!!! there's something next to me, in my bed... MY BED, THIS ISN'T MY BED! I slowly rolled over trying not to disturb this sleeping giant next to me. Who is this person? Was I drunk last night? you start to ask yourself these questions, and things start racing through your mind almost as fast as they possibly could. I mean this isn't right he's wearing a wedding ring.......OH MY GOD! He's wearing a wedding ring I slept with a married man, oh dear lord (y/n) Wait, oh shit, shitty shit shit, did I? No I wouldn't have. you looked down and saw some type of clothing which was good. I tried to get out of this bed as quietly as I could and as I was moving to get out of this strangers bed he just pulled me closer to him so that we were close to one another our bodies flush together like we were one. We were now face to face and all I could see was a puff of dark dirty blonde hair, almost like the shade of the sand at sunset, a blonde so beautiful that it was only what you thought while reading a novel. The hair your imagination comes up with. From the features that you could see, the ones that weren't covered by his hair, were his dark pink lips, they looked swollen like someone had been kissing them, and you only imagined that yours looked the same way. He also had this really light dusting of freckles that went over his nose, they were all over, if you had tried to count them you would be counting forever  almost like trying to count the stars. You had realized what you were doing you were falling for someone you didn't even know, and it wasn't right. Because you were too busy looking at him, you didn't know he was awake you were just looking at him like he was the most amazing thing on the face of the earth, like he was the one and only man on this planet, and you weren't gonna lie if that was the case you would be pretty happy. You hadn't realized that he was awake or that he was smiling at you like an idiot, and that's when he spoke

" I know you're staring."

That voice it sounded so familiar yet like something you have never heard before in you life.

" I'm n-not staring, why are y-y-you staring?" you had stuttered just realizing that you had been staring at this strange man, and he once again interrupted your train of thought with his husky morning voice

" I'm not staring plus I think it's cute." He chuckled a little bit after.

" Well sir, I'll have you know that it's not cute it's just really fucking creepy."

By the look on his face you were pretty sure you had caught him off guard when you cursed. He looked like a mix between shocked and about to burst out in a fit of laughter. You on the other hand were just about to burst into tears, your eyes had already started to get glossy, your cheeks red from anger and confusion  about the whole situation, and he apparently took notice.

" y/n, baby what's wrong?"

" How do you know my name? and don't you dare baby me! Who are you and why am I sharing a bed with you! Where the ever living hell am I, and you better tell me NOW! "

You stood up to realize you were only wearing a sports bra and spandex, which made you feel very self conscious about all of this, the way he looked at you made it worse he looked at you like you were the center of the universe like you were everything to this man, but you knew that deep down you were nothing important you killed monsters, what's so special about that, oh right... nothing you instantly grabbed the sheet off the bed you were on and tried to cover yourself up as much as possible. After you had covered up you automatically put on your brave face and asked again.

" I asked a question so I expect an answer, who are you?"

You stood there and tried to look as tall as possible which was hard being you were only 5'7 so in all reality you weren't that short it was just that the mere sight of this man made you feel small and weak like you were nothing like you were dirt on the bottom of someone's shoes. That was until you had looked at him and seen all of the care and love he had in his eyes, and the only thought that had run through your head was how someone you could have sworn up and down that you had never met before love someone like you so much. You noticed his smile slowly falter when he stood up, the look of pain that had flashed through his eyes and over his face like the cast of a dark shadow.

" Well since you don't remember me y/n my name is Dean, Dean Winchester. So this may sound odd but well we had been dating for almost 4 years and I proposed to you last night, hence the rings on our fingers. Well I guess since you don't um remember I'll just leave you for a while since you look very uncomfortable with me around."

He turned grabbed some different clothes and went into the bathroom and changed, as he was about to walk out of the door you stopped him, you started to step and ended up just putting your hand out.

" Wait, um Dean could you um stay with me, please."

You asked in a shy tone almost as if you were scared of the answer.