Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #108

     Imagine: Waking up from a terrible car accident, being stuck in a hospital bed and Sam and Dean are with you. They were worried sick, since you got most of the hit of the crash. You're all safe, the only issue is, you don't remember anything from your life besides your own name.

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     As my eyes fluttered open, bright white light shined in my face, and loud ringing filled my ears. A light sigh left my mouth as I opened my eyes the rest of the way, examining the room. There were two men in the room with me, getting fixed with clear expressions and better posture as they realized I was awake. A man with spiky hair and bright green eyes was on my right, sitting in a chair and holding my hand. The other guy was taller with longer hair in his face, and he had his arms crossed as he stood at the end of the bed. I was confused.

     "Y/N," the one on my right said, and I looked at him. "Hey. You're awake."

     "How are you feeling?" the other man said, approaching my left side.

     "I-I..." I stuttered. "I'm feeling ok."

     They both sighed with relief, the taller one patted my leg. I had no idea what was going on. I didn't recognize them. They seemed to know who I was though.

     "See? What'd I tell you, Sam?" the one said to the other man, apparently Sam. "She's good as new. Listen, kiddo. You'll be feeling better in no time. We'll get back on the road before you know it."

     "Um...Alright," I nodded, feeling awkward. "Um...are you guys doctors?"

     Their faces faded when I said that. I had hurt them. But how? I didn't even know them. Or, at least I didn't think I did. Maybe it was just a stupid question. They were wearing jeans and cargo jackets, after all. But I just didn't know what to say.

     "What?" Sam asked.

     "Are you guys doctors?" I repeated my question, pulling my hand away from the man sitting and staring at me in shock.

     "Y/N, it's us," the other man tried, and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Sam and Dean."

     "I'm sorry, I don't...think I know you," I shook my head.

     They looked at each other, nervous. I was still confused. These men in my hospital room were not familiar to me. I didn't remember ever seeing them. I didn't even know what I was doing in the hospital in the first place.

     The two men were out in the hall, talking to a real doctor. He was an older man at a shorter height, no hair, glasses. He held a tablet in his hands. Sam and Dean explained everything to him. The car accident I had no memory of, I've known them my whole life, now I can't remember any of it. It was shocking to me as well.

     "I don't care what you have to do!" Dean shouted with his gruff voice in the middle of the hospital hallway. "Fix her brain!"

     The door opened abruptly afterwards, and they came in the room, the doctor walked away shamefully. The men's faces changed to be softer when they saw me. Sam shut the door behind him, and they went back to the spots they were in before. Dean sat beside me, and then Sam came over and stood behind Dean.

     "I was in a car accident?" I asked.

     "Yes. Doc says it might be a TBI," Sam told me, and I leaned back in my bed, confused.

     "But I don't...remember," I said. "If I've known you guys my whole life, why don't I recognize you?"

     "What all do you remember?" Dean questioned.

     "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and, uh..." I started, trying to think. "Um...I think I was born in Arizona."

     "You were born in Ohio," he corrected, and I nodded in agreement. "Do you know what year it is?"

     "Uh..." I didn't know.

     "What do you do in life?" Dean asked another question.

     "I don't -- I don't know," I said.

"What's our last name?" Dean continued, pointing to himself and his friend.

"Smith?" I tried.

"No. Winchester," he corrected.

"Oh," I said, disappointed.

"Dean," Sam muttered, telling him to let up and not pressure me.

"Y/N...you really don't remember anything?" Dean asked, saddened by the fact that I knew nothing. "You don't remember us?"

"...No," I told him, noticing the tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

He got up, walking out of the room. I felt terrible. I didn't know who they were or why they were here with me, but they knew me, and I was hurting them. Sam looked down at me, taking Dean's place in the chair next to me.

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"No, no, it's ok, Y/N," he comforted me, grabbing my hand. "It's not your fault. Look, Doc says there may be some things we can do. We'll get you back to normal in no time."

"Ok," I nodded, curiosity fulfilling me. "...Hey, if your last name is Winchester, why did you tell the doctors it's Smith?"

He chuckled, patting the top of my hand. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's a long story," he told me.