Supernatural Stories and Imagines

Dean 2/ Remembering

Idea/Plot: Based off the picture above.
Y/h/c = your hair color.
Y/l/n = your last name.

You were unconscious, covered in blankets. When you came to, there was a very handsome man sitting next to you with a concerned expression. You did not know who this man was. For that matter, you couldn't remember anything. You blinked groggily and tried to sit up. You remembered basic functions and a bunch of random knowledge ran through your head, but no names or faces.

"Y/N," the man said softly. You enjoyed looking at him. He had deep green eyes, messy brown hair, and freckles splatters across his cheeks. He clearly recognized you, but you did not know him, or even your name. You thought of the name he said was yours. You turned and looked behind you, but it was just the two of you. "You're awake."

Your throat was very dry and your stomach felt light. There was y/h/c hair sticking to the side of your face and you looked at your hands, which had scars in random places. You managed to find the right words. "Is that my name?"

"Y-yes. Don't you remember? We-we were on a hunt. The vamp came up behind you. I didn't get there in time. I'm so sorry, Y/N. Sam and I healed you, but you've been out for almost two weeks," the man said.

Did vamp stand for vampire? But vampires didn't exist, did they? And who was Sam? You took a breath to calm down. You felt that something bad had happened. There was something more than concern hiding behind the green intensity of the gorgeous man's eyes. You hoisted yourself into an actual sitting position and your cold hands met on your lap.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know who you are or who Sam is. I don't think vampires are real and I don't remember my name. I don't think you meant me any harm. Could you help me?" You spoke slowly and unsure. Your heart was pounding. You felt safe next to him, but wanted to know what was happening. You really wanted to know who you were and how you knew this man.

The man's face began to fall from a hopeful smile into something dreadful as you spoke. His hand twitched at his side and he swallowed. His cheeks flushed and you noticed heavy stubble as you took in his appearance. A black t-shirt, blue flannel, dark jeans, and boots. You looked down at yourself and from what you could see with all the blankets above you, was a long comfy purple flannel over a blank tank top.

"My name is Dean Winchester. You are Y/N Y/L/N. We... we hunted things together. Things like vampires. You're my best friend. I- I should go get Sam. He's my little brother." The man named Dean's voice cracked in the middle of his speech, at the word friend. You could tell there was something he was holding back. You still weren't sure about the whole vampires being real, but decided to role with it for now.

You both stood up and you carefully placed the blankets back on the bed. Dean let you walk outside first. You didn't mean to stop immediately inside the hallway, but you were curious and wanted I look around. Dean had to immediately come to a halt and had a hand on your back to steady himself. You blushed and couldn't think of anything to say to that. Dean didn't offer an apology and the two of you walked side by side.

After a moment, you finally asked. "Do you mind if I use the restroom?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course." He continued his stride before going wide-eyed and swallowing. "You don't know where that is. I'm sorry. Here, let me take you to your room. There's a bathroom in there. We had to keep you in a guest room because it's near the medical supplies and that way if something were to go wrong, anything we could need would be right there."

"Dean," you interrupted softly. "You're rambling."

"I am. You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just-" You impulsively took his hand to make him stop talking, but immediately dropped it after realizing what you had done. You stared at his hand and your stomach twisted in knots. You wanted to take his hand back.