Supernatural One Shots

I hate witches Pt. 1 (Dean)

"What? Is she alright? What the hell happened?" He asked quickly.

I glanced back at my girl, she was still asleep or knocked out or whatever. "She knew we were coming. Got the drop on me, then Natalie, then she put some spell on Nat."

"What do you remember from what she said? I need as many words as you can give me."

I told him the few things I could actually remember. He said he would get on it. I told him I'd let him know when she's awake, then we'd be home in the morning.

When I got to the motel I carefully carried Natalie inside and put her on the bed. I covered her up and touched her face. I was so worried about her. Who knows what the hell that witch did to her. All I did know, was that I can't lose her.

Natalie's P.O.V.
I took a deep breath and stretched before I opened my eyes. I was in a motel room, and not alone.

I sat up, pulling away from the strange man holding me. He sat up quickly, "Nat?" So he knew my name.

"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry. Uh, I don't remember your name." I admitted.

His beautiful green eyes filled with sadness and worry. "You don't know me?"

I sighed, studying his face. He was gorgeous, with adorable freckles peppered across his face. I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry. I'm uh... guessing we met at a bar last night or something?"

His eyes watered slightly, but I noticed. "No. Uh, Natalie... tell me what you do remember."

"I'm here for... a job." I couldn't tell a stranger that I'm a hunter here looking for a witch.

"You seriously don't know who I am? Shit, no way." He mumbled as he got up and grabbed his phone from his pocket.

I reached for mine, sitting on the table next to me. I was surprised to see his face next to mine on the screen. He was kissing my cheek as I laughed. Who the hell was this guy? Is this some weird Djinn case? I'm stuck in dream-land, right?

I opened the photos folder and found a bunch more of him. As well as a shaggy haired guy and a dark haired man.

"Hey, Sam. Uh, something weird is going on. Nat doesn't remember who I am." I glanced up at the stranger as he mentioned my name into his phone. He was now pacing the floor. "She seems fine. But uh, hold on."

He came over to me cautiously after he saw what I was doing. "Sweetheart, do you know who these people are?" He pointed to a picture of me and him with the other two guys.

"Well, that's me. And uh, you?" He nodded with a small smile, "What about this guy?" He pointed to the long haired guy.

"No. Should I? Well, I suppose if I have his picture the answer is yes. Shit. No, I don't. What the hell is going on?" I felt myself getting worked up.

He held up his hand, "Breathe, baby. I don't know. But let's go home, we can figure this out."

I was skeptical. But there were so many pictures and videos on my phone of us. And something in his eyes, and the vibe between us, told me I could trust him.

"Sammy? She doesn't know any of us. We will load up and head to the bunker." He said to the person on the phone. He hung up then he turned to me.

I felt a sense of belonging as I looked at him and got lost in those emeralds for a minute. "Okay, I'm sure this is confusing, and I know you don't trust easily. But, my name is Dean Winchester, and I'm your boyfriend - have been for three years. That guy on the phone was Sam, my brother and your best friend. Uh, a witch put a spell on you."