Memories of You

Teaser!

 The first few chapters are going to delve into the reader's backstory and how her, Sam and Dean met, as well as what led up to Sam's personal mission to find her.  

Y/N= Your Name

Y/M/L = Your Mother's last name

more something/somethings as I go

The disgusting kiss sealed the deal between Dean and the crossroads demon. His soul to be forever in deep shit in Hell for the returned life of his pain-in-the-ass little brother.

Sam's eyes snapped open, his lungs filling with every ounce of air he could fit in them. Warm, oxygenated blood rushed through his veins, bringing the beat back to his once lifeless heart. Dizziness set in as he sat up on the rotting mattress, trying to figure out how he got there. Getting out of the bed was another painful story.

He walked over towards the mirror and turned around, lifting his shirt, revealing the scarred shape of some unknown wound on his back. He had no idea where it came from, but he figured he would ask either you or Dean later.

Just as Sam was pulling his shirt back down, Dean walked in, a relieved expression on his face. Sam didn't know why his brother looked like Sam just woke from the dead, he was sure he'd just taken a nap. Dean pulled Sam into the tightest hug he possibly could, a pained yelp escaping from Sam's lips.

"Sorry," Dean said quietly.

Sam just nodded his thanks. Then he noticed something was missing.

Or, more like someone.

"Where's Y/N?"

Dean furrowed his brow. "Who's Y/N?"

Sam's chuckled a bit. Is he fucking with me? "Very funny, Dean. Seriously. Where's Y/N? You know...my girlfriend?"

Dean paused for a beat. "You don't have a girlfriend."

Sam's jaw dropped. "Uh, yeah I do. She's been riding and hunting with us since that Wendigo case back in Colorado."

"Sammy, I think I'd remember my geek little brother dating anyone after Jessica. You hungry? Bobby picked up some grub."

Sam just stood there as Dean walked away. Sam pulled out his phone and looked for your number, but it wasn't there. He looked through the photos on his phone and didn't find any of the selfies the two of you had taken. He pulled out his wallet and dug around for the tattered printed picture of you he always kept in the event he needed to find you. And it was also gone.

What the fuck is going on?!

–Sometime after John Winchester's hunter's wake—

"Guys, I can't do this anymore. Losing your dad was harder than losing mine. I...I need to get out of this life. I need to. For myself."

"What about us?" Dean spat angrily. He didn't want you to go.

"What about us?" Sam said sadly, knowing that this meant the end of your relationship with him.

"I'm sorry," you said as you raised two fingers on both hands to their faces. "Please don't make this harder for me than it already is."

"But why? Why do you need to erase our memories?" Sam asked.

"For my own safety. And yours," you said quietly. "If anyone or anything comes after me, you two having no memory or knowledge of me might save your lives. And mine."

You couldn't stop the tears. And you didn't want to. You knew leaving the life was going to mean leaving the only real family you'd ever had.

As your fingers got closer to Sam's forehead, he grabbed your wrist. You looked him dead in the eyes, and saw tears of his own that he didn't bother to stop from flowing down his face.

"I'll always love you," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he let go of your wrist.

"I know," you sobbed.

Then you placed the fingers atop both their foreheads, and your gift did its job. Sam and Dean were both knocked back onto their motel beds, your power wiping their brains clean of any recollection of your existence.

By the time they'd awake, you'd be long gone.