Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

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"Where have you been?" Dean asked you, as you continued to stare at him while standing as close as possible to Sam. 

"I'm not sure. I woke up here." You stuttered, a little flustered under his heavy gaze. He was handsome, that was for sure, and you could immediately feel a connection to him. It was just frustrating that you had no idea what that connection was, or what it meant for you.

"Dean, listen. Y/N was here the whole time I think. I found her in the morgue when I was looking for supplies for a cure." Sam explained.

"Well that's weird. What the hell were you doing in the morgue? You just vanished after that cloud." Dean said, taking a step towards you, and in turn you took a step back. He noticed, and his frown increased. "And why are you so scared of me? See, the Mark's gone."

"Dean, she..." Sam started to say, but you spoke up for yourself.

"I don't remember you!" You exclaimed. "I don't remember anything except for waking up in the morgue.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Dean grumbled. "Why can't we have something normal happen to us for once. Something good? I'm so sick and tired of this. Maybe God doesn't want us to be together." You heard him say, even though he muttered it quietly. But the venom behind the words, the desperation and despair, had your heart breaking for the man you couldn't even remember.

"Dean, calm down. We will figure this out. We just need to get back to the bunker. Maybe the men of letters have something that will help." Sam said, trying to ease the tension that was as tight as a string between the two of you.

"The bunker?" You asked softly, noticing how Dean's pupils in his emerald green eyes grew wider at your words. He sighed, your words seeming to disappoint him more than anything.

"Yeah, the bunker. Our home. A place you say you absolutely love." Dean told you. His hand moved forward, as if he was reaching for yours, but a look of indecision crossed his face and he dropped it.

"Well, let's go. Whats the worst that could happen?" You asked, jogging down to the car before sliding into the backseat. Once they were both inside, Dean started the car, and the awkward road trip began.

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"Seriously? This is the bunker? It's amazing!" You said while standing in the middle of the library, turning in a circle.

Dean chuckled, before dropping everyone's bags on the table. "Yeah, it's home." He agreed.

"No, it's not just home, it's like a hidden world, that's just for us! I love it!" You exclaimed, watching as the beginning of a smile had the side of Dean's lips tilted up. 

"Of course. You always said this place was always better than the dream of a normal house and white picket fence." He told you, and your mood dimmed a little bit upon remembering, well that you couldn't remember anything.

"I'm sorry Dean." You whispered, even though it was only the two of you in the room. Sam had already gone on to one of the storage rooms, looking for answers.

He grabbed two crystal glasses, filling them with whiskey before handing you one. "What are you sorry for?"

Taking a sip, you let it burn down your throat before you answered him. "I know this can't be easy for you. I can already feel this connection between us. My body remembers you, and I think my subconscious does too. I'm just sorry I'm making life more difficult than it already is." 

He set his cup down before grabbing your hands. You let him, the familiar spark running from his hands, all the way up your arms. "You don't have to apologize, not for this. We will get your memories back, and then we will find out why they were taken in the first place. I just wish Cas was here, he might have an idea of what to do."