***Hello people! So I decided to do a part 2 because it was requested from @kitkatkiten, and this request was sent in about 4 months ago. I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for the long wait. You might want to go back and read the first part to refresh your memory of what is happening. I hope you all enjoy this one shot. -SF16***
Y/N = your name L/N = last name
Quiet. That's all there was. You opened your eyes and quickly sat up. You looked around frantically trying to figure out where you were. You felt the rush of adrenaline course through your body but you didn't understand why you felt this way. You blinked your eyes a couple of times and the room became clear.
It was Dean's room in the bunker.
Now you were even more confused. "What the hell is going on?" You whispered to yourself.
Suddenly there was someone grasping your right forearm. Instinctively you yanked your arm away and jumped off the bed in a defensive stance. You focused on the figure on the bed. They sat up and rubbed at their eyes, having obviously just woken up.
"Baby? Are you okay?"
Your body tensed at the strangers voice. You knew that voice. Now you were beyond confused.
"Dean?" You cautiously questioned.
"Yeah, baby. Who else would it be? Are you okay, Y/N?" He responded. He leaned over and turned on the lamp on the dresser before looking back at you confused. "What's wrong?"
You just stared at him. You had so many question running through your head. Why were you in Dean's room? Why were you sleeping in his bed? Why were you in bed with him? Why does he keep calling you baby? Why can't you remember anything? While these thoughts ran through your mind Dean had stood up and was now standing about ten feet from you. When you noticed him moving toward you, you raised your hands in front of you as a warning.
"Stop. Don't come any closer."
He stood still but continued to look at you worriedly. Dean stayed silent watching you carefully, waiting for you to say something first. You were racking your brain for an answer to your endless questions but this only caused you a massive headache. You rubbed your temples with your fingers trying to help relieve the headache but it didn't do much good so you stopped and looked up at Dean.
"Y/N?" He asked softly.
"What's going on, Dean. I don't understand. I'm so confused right now. I can't remember anything."
He frowned and stepped closer to you hesitantly to see if you were going to tell him to stay away again. When you didn't stop him he stood in front of you before cupping your face with his hands, staring into your eyes searching for something. He moved one hand to your forehead and his frown deepened.
"You're burning up, baby."
You shook your head and took a step back from him, causing his arms to fall to his sides. "I don't understand. Why am I in your room? Why do you keep calling me baby? I need answers, Dean." You could feel a pressure on your chest and you knew that if you didn't calm down you were going to have an anxiety attack. Dean rushed forward seeing your distress and gently grasped your shoulders.
"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Calm down. Shh, just take deep breaths. Copy my breathing." You tried to focus and matched his breaths to calm yourself down. "Shh, that's it. It's okay, I've got you."
When you had calmed down you felt weak and your knees started to buckle. Before you hit the ground Dean had wrapped an arm around your waist and the other under your knees, picking you up. He turned around and gently placed you on his bed with your back against the headboard. You closed your eyes and felt him sit at the edge of the bed in front of you and he placed your legs on his lap. He reached out and brushed your hair from your face softly as you opened your eyes.
