Falling Hard (Dean x Reader) / On Hiatus

Chapter 8

Previously... (Still Dean's P.O.V)

I sigh, then turn to her. And we talk. We talk, and drink, then more talk. Pretty soon, we're ordering our 4th, 5th drink. Y/n is flushed and drowsy, mumbling and closing her eyes every so often. On the other hand, I'm fine. What can I say, I was practically born here. Y/n is blabbing on about something about her past or the lack of one. Until she says something that has me frozen in my seat.

"Man, I haven't drank this much since my 21st birthday," she slurs, and I look up. I blink a few times, unsure of what to think or say.

"Uhh... WHAT?" I ask, totally confused but also shocked. Don't tell me she's having a memory. While she's drunk. I chuckle. Man, that's so cool.

"You know, me and y/f/n went to a bar. We got soooooooo drunk," she says again, getting a bit hysteric. I am not sure what to think of drunk y/n. But still, we got some information. Now we gotta SQUEEZE. I clear my throat, and she looks at me with half closed eyes and a lazy smile on her face.

"Uh, y/f/n? Who's that?" She looks at me like I was born yesterday.

"You dunno who y/f/n is? Geez, how old are you, two?" I raise my eyes and look at her, shocked. Um excuse me, you're the one who's talking about your 21st birthday. I mean- I stop because it makes me feel self-conscious. Instead, I just glare at her angrily and gesture for her to continue. She does so anyway.

"Y/f/n is my best friend, DUH." she says, and tips her bottle upside down, spilling the rest of the contents into her mouth. Is she remembering a part of her past life? But I thought her past life was with us... Oh wait, stupid Dean. I forgot people have families before they start hunting. I just watch her as she gets another drink. She takes the bottle by the neck and nearly drinks it all in one go, but I put my hand on her wrist.

"Y/n, stop. You're gonna regret this when you wake up," I say, concerned for her. She pauses for a moment, looks at me, then puts the bottle down. I take the bottle from her and take her hand. We walk out, and I try not to blow up. Because y/n is swinging our hands and smiling in delight. I roll my eyes and chuckle. I guess drunk y/n is kid y/n. 

I drive back to the bunker, and by the time we arrive, y/n is fast asleep on the seat. Her head is resting on the door beside her and her legs are tucked up into her chest. I smile, then get out. I walk around the hood and pat her window, hoping she'll wake up. She doesn't. I sigh, then lift y/n out of her seat, bridal style. She moans, and tries to turn. She curls into my chest and hugs her arms around my neck. I grunt a few times, shifting her until I'm comfortable. Y/n mumbles something about pink puppies and then goes back to sleep. I smile, and start walking to the door. I tuck her hair behind her ear and open the door. I carry y/n quickly to her room, her weight becoming a bit of a problem for me. I shoulder the door to her room open and lay her down on the bed. I slide her over to reach her blanket. Y/n rolls a bit and ends up smacking the wall. I laugh and lay her back down. I tuck her blanket under her chin and reach to kiss her forehead. Y/n just lays still, probably still asleep. I leave her room, closing the door behind me. I walk to Sam's room, intent on telling him my newfound information. I knock twice and he opens his door, looking up from a book in his hands. I roll my eyes before starting.

"I think y/n just had a memory. Of her past life. While drunk." I say, chuckling. The thought of it is still funny. Sam pauses, then readjusts his posture. 

"So you're saying y/n remembers something from her past life? Like the life before her accident?" he asks, his brows furrowed. I nod, and rub my scruff. He holds a finger up, to say 'One minute' I nod again, and he goes back into his room. I peek in, and he comes back to the doorframe with his laptop. I nearly roll my eyes.

"And what was the memory? Is there anything we can work with here? Maybe we can use this to help y/n find her parents." I clear my throat nervously. I guess I should tell him she had a past life here..... OR NOT. 

"She was talking about her 21st birthday. About how her and some y/f/n had gotten drunk. Uh y/f/n is her best friend. I think." I say, rubbing my chin again. I just stand there, watching him, as he taps on his keyboard. 

"Oh, you can go. I'll look into this." he says, and returns to his screen. He doesn't even look up as he slams the door in my face.