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dean winchester || i remember

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In the fabric, in the folds
Lost memories get old
Tiny love left unsaid

Like grains of sand left in my bed

You jab your demon blade into the creature's chest and twist it around the cavity. The demon's eyes and mouth explode with light, then darken. You grin when the demon falls to the ground, dead. Your grin disappears when you hear a familiar voice.

"(Y/N)?"

You turn around and see Dean. He looks so different, but the same. His green eyes are the same, but they've lost their lively sparkle. His face looks tired and ragged. His whole demeanor is different. More guarded. But still, a sense of familiarity washes over you.

I've been trying
Ooh, dancing away the dead gone days
I've been flying
Ooh, the moment that I see your face

Stop it, you scold yourself. You don't love him anymore, and there's a reason.

How dare he do this? You've gotten over him. You're good now. You're happy. You're in a good place. And then he shows up. And your heart dances for him, even though you know it shouldn't.

Because when you love someone, you never stop.

I remember, I remember, I remember goodbye
And the salted rain running from your eyes
I remember, I remember, I remember the fights
Burning deep into the night
I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
I wanna feel like it's the first night
I wanna meet you for the first time
I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
When your face lit up and it felt so right

Why can you only remember the good things? There were bad things in the relationship. That's why you ended it. But only the good things are coming back, and they're making you miss him. The smell of him after a shower, the feel of him under your fingertips. The taste of his lips. The sound of his voice whispering in your ear. And now you're seeing him, and it's too much.

A coincidence or a trap
Special moment or a slap
Tiny love will attack
As it gets bigger behind your back

"How are you?" he asks, his eyes shining with concern. That was one of the things you used to love about him. How his eyes told his story.

"Fine," you say, trying not to let him in. The hopeless romantic in you hopes that maybe this is not a coincidence, that its fate hinting at something. But you've dealt with fate before, and you didn't particularly like the bitch. And you know that Dean probably hasn't changed.

I've been trying
Ooh, dancing away the dead gone days
I've been flying
Ooh, the moment that I see your face

"I think I should leave," you say slowly. The hopeful light flickers out of his eyes. Guilt blossoms in your stomach, but you ignore it. "You gonna take the body or should I do it?"

I remember, I remember, I remember goodbye
And the salted rain running from your eyes
I remember, I remember, I remember the fights
Burning deep into the night
I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
I wanna feel like it's the first night
I wanna meet you for the first time
I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
When your face lit up and it felt so right

"I'll do it," he says, pushing past you and scooping up the body.

"Where's Sam?" you ask, addressing his brother's absence.

Dean's face falls. "Dead."

And you feel a pang in your heart, remembering the adoration Dean had for his brother. You always loved that. "I'm sorry."

I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
I wanna feel like it's the first night
I wanna meet you for the first time
I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
When your face lit up and it felt so right

You let Dean leave without voicing any of the feelings swirling around in your head. Because you know that you will always love him. But that doesn't necessarily mean that it's right.