castiel x reader ⇸ memory (song)

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Imagine......Cas wiping your memory of him and the Winchesters

Okay this is my first time using a song in the imagines but idk maybe it will be cool! I also added the video so you can get the feel of the song

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You were on a hunt for a group of demons with TFW and you all split up to find them faster. Dean told Cas to stay with you for protection, because you were new to the whole hunting game.

"Go Cas, I'll be fine, I can defend myself. And we'll find them faster."

"But Y/N, Dean said-"

I once knew a girl

In the years of my youth

You grabbed his shoulder "Yes, but since when have we listened to Dean?"

"True," Cas sighed "But what if you get hurt? I couldn't live with myself."

With eyes like the summer

All beauty and truth

"Cas, I'll be fine! Trust me."

In the morning I fled

"Fine.." He kissed your forehead and said "Be careful Y/N" before walking off.

Left a note and it read

You walked through the abandoned building for a couple of minutes before spotting a demon around the corner. You quickly hid, pulling out your blade and hiding it up your sleeve -a trick Castiel taught you- the demon had now seen you and was coming towards you. You hadn't noticed him, but you sure as hell did when you felt the cold blade he was holding puncture your stomach.

Someday you will be loved.

You woke up in Castiel's arms, he was carrying you to the impala, your hand was holding a towel over your wound and blood was pouring out.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret

"C-Cas.." You muttered, unable to get any words out without coughing up blood.

Cause each broken heart will eventually mend

Cas looked down at you, tears streaming down his face "Y/N," he also seemed speechless, although not in the same way as you." Shh, don't speak."

As the blood runs red

Your world faded to black once more before waking up on the bed back at the motel, your wound was stitched up, obviously the work of Sam, who was oddly skilled in performing sutures. You overheard faint voices from in the other room and decided to listen in.

down the needle and thread

"What the hell are you thinking Cas! We can't just erase her memory!" You could tell that voice was Dean's.

Someday you will be loved.

Cas replied "Dean, I'm afraid we have no other choice.." He still sounded choked up.

Sam chimed in " Cas has a point Dean..."

"You too Sammy!? You guys do know that you will never get to see us again right?"

There was a sudden silence, how could they even suggest this? They finally walked in and you pretended to be asleep.

You felt a warm hand on your face and knew right away that it was Castiel. You slowly opened your eyes and they met his red, puffy ones.

"Hey Mr. Angel," you say trying to stifle the tears that had welled up in your eyes when you had overheard their conversation.

"Hey Y/N" he sniffled."You're going to be okay."

You'll be loved you'll be loved

Like you never have known

He reached his hand to your forehead and you knew what he was going to do.

You couldn't hold back the tears and started crying "Cas...please...don't do this."

The memories of me

Will seem more like bad dreams

"It's what's best for you Y/N"

He crashed his lips against yours before pressing his fingers to your forehead. All of your memories with the boys had flashed right before you. The time they taught you how to shoot, the time Cas showed you his wings, the time you caught Dean watching Busty Asian Beauties on your laptop. You would miss all of these memories.

Just a series of blurs

Like I never occurred

You looked up at the three men and didn't recognize any of them.

"Do I know you?"

Someday you will be loved..

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Hey guys! Almost 300 reads wow! I love all of the people that have commented and voted on the stories! This one is sad and I don't know how I felt about it idk comment what you think! And should I make a part 2? I kind of feel as if it's unfinished

Thanks, Em xx

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