I know, the title isn't very creative, but it's like midnight. Gimme a break.
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You cross your arms grumpily.
"Dean, I'm tired."
"Okay, then sleep."
You sigh loudly.
"It's not comfortable! Stop at a motel."
"We can't! We just passed the last one in this town."
"Then turn the damn car around!"
"Guys, stop fighting. Look, we can stop at the very next motel we see, okay (Y/n/n)?"
You groan at Sam's words.
"Sammyyyyy."
Dean looks back towards Sam.
"No way. We're almost there."
Cas sits in the back seat watching the argument unfold.
"Dean, stop being such an ass."
Dean looks over at you.
"You're the one whining like a baby."
"You're being so immature right now Dean. What are you, twelve?" You ask sassily.
"Dean, it's unwise to look away from the road for so long," Cas mumbles nervously. However, neither you or Dean hear him as the sound of screeching tires fills your ears. Your screams pierce the quiet night as a truck rams into the Impala, pushing it into a large tree on the side of the road.
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Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
"Dean, calm down."
"I can't calm down. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have looked away from the road, I shouldn't have argued, I should've just pulled over at the damn motel."
"This wasn't your fault, alright?"
As you wake up a little bit, the voices become clearer. They both sound strained. Your eyes flutter open slowly. You sit up, taking in your surroundings. There are two men by your bed side. You blink up at them curiously.
"Hi, what are your names? My name is..." You trail off. What is my name? You furrow your eyebrows.
"Hm."
You look down at your hand. One of the men is gripping it tightly. Your eyes travel up to his face. He has the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen. His mouth is slightly open, and his expression looks at the same time sad and confused. His eyes are puffy, almost like he's been crying.
"W-what?"
Tears start to well up in your own eyes as another tear rolls down his cheek.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. Please don't be sad."
You squeeze his hand and try to reach up and wipe his tears.
"Don't cry, stop crying please."
You look over to the man next to him. The other man has long brown hair. His eyes are puffy as well. His hair is messy, and he looks like he's been awake for days.
"Why are you crying? Who are you?"
You take the other man's large hand in your own small one. You run your finger over his hand. You look into the corner of the room to see a man in a trench coat. His eyes are an icy blue, yet there is emotion there. Sadness? He stares at you and you stare at him. Something about these people feels familiar, but you don't know what.
"(Y/n)?"
You are snapped out of your thoughts.
"Is that me?" You ask, looking up.
"Yes. Your name is (Y/f/n). I'm Dean. You know who I am. It's Dean."
You smile sadly.
"Dean. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are."
"Cas," Dean asks, on the verge of tears again. You look at the man with long brown hair.
"Are you Cas?"
He kneels down next to you.
"No, my name is Sam."
You smile at him.
"Sam..." You say thoughtfully. "Sammy."
He presses his lips together and nods.
"Then you must be Cas. Cas.... Castiel!"
You smile and look at the man in the corner of the room. He inclines his head a bit and walks over to the bed.
"You remember my name and the name you always like to call Sam despite his protests."
You look down.
"I guess so."
The door opens quietly. A woman with jet black hair walks in.
"Oh, she's awake!"
Her glasses bounce on her nose as she walks over.
"Hello (y/n). How are you feeling?" She asks cheerfully.
"Hm."
You look at the faces of Sam, Dean, and Cas.
"I feel weird. Not physically, but inside. I can't remember anything. I feel... Sad. But I don't know why."
She scribbles something down on a piece of paper.
"(Y/n), this won't be easy."
You watch as she kneels down next to your bed.
"You were in a car crash last night. These three men are your closest friends. They say you've known them since you were children."
"Then why can't I remember them?" Your voice breaks as tears well up in your eyes again.
"I'm sorry, but you appear to have retrograde amnesia. That means you can't remember past events. You can make new memories though."
Tears spill out of your eyes.
"But I..."
You look down.
"I'm very sorry. But hey, look on the bright side. The rest of your injuries weren't bad and you can be released from the hospital in about two weeks."
"Weeks?" Dean asks, startling you.
"No no, she can't stay here that long. We need to take her back to the bunk-"
Sam elbows him in the side roughly.
"Back to her house," Dean finishes.
"I'm sorry. It can't be helped."
"It's okay, (Y/n). They'll get you outta here in no time. And then you can come home," Sam says, squeezing your hand.
"And we can help you remember." Cas adds, walking over to you.
"Pinky promise?" You ask, sticking out your pinky. Cas tilts his head.
"Wha-"
Dean walks over and wraps his pinky around yours.
"We promise."
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"Woohoo!" You jump excitedly off the sidewalk. After another few days, you were released from the hospital at full physical health. However, you still don't remember much of anything.
"Sam! Hey Sammy!"
Sam turns around.
"Can I have a piggy back ride? Pretty please?" You ask with an innocent smile.
"(Y/n) you just got released from the hospital where you didn't move for almost the whole time. Don't you wanna walk?"
He rolls his eyes but walks back to you and let's you climb on his back.
"Yay! Thanks Sammy."
"You're welcome."
You laugh as he carries you to a beautiful black car. He lets you down behind it.
"She's so... Beautiful!" You exclaim delightfully.
"Do you remember what kind of car she is?" Dean asks. You have to think about if for a moment, but soon come up with an answer.
"1967 Chevy Impala!" You announce, sliding into the back seat.
"You remember."
You make a sound of confirmation as Dean sits in the driver seat.
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You spend the rest of the car ride chatting with Sam, Dean and Cas, or looking out the window. On the trip, they tell you that you all live together in a bunker. They also tell you that you are a hunter.
"I shoot animals?" You ask, alarmed.
"No. You see..."
"Monsters are real. As are Demons and Angels. I'm an angel of the Lord."
Your eyes widen. Sam looks at Cas.
"What? She was going to have to know eventually."
"Really?"
Cas nods at you.
"You are going to have to relearn all the lore of course. There's a lot to do."
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It's late at night by the time you reach the bunker. You hop out of the Impala, ready to go to bed. The boys remain at the car, picking up some things to take inside. You start walking in the general direction of the entrance when you see a figure standing near a tree.
"Hello?" You ask cautiously. The boys can't really hear you from their position by the Impala.
"Hey," you speak a little louder, stepping forward gingerly. The figure walks closer to you and when it gets close enough, you can see it's a man. He's wearing a tux with a black overcoat. His eyes flash dangerously, causing your heart to speed up. He comes closer as you back away.
"Wh-who are you?" You ask, trying to seem confident. He looks a bit puzzled at the question.
"You... Don't know who I am."
You shake your head.
"I... There was an accident. I can't remember-" You stop, unsure if you should be talking to this man.
"Ah. Well, allow me to introduce myself. Crowley, King of Hell."
He comes uncomfortably close, causing your breath to hitch up.
"I-I think I should go inside," you respond cautiously. You turn around to go inside only to find him right in front of you. He grabs your wrist.
"Why the rush, love? We've only just met."
"Sam! Dean!" You shout, remembering their presence. They turn around quickly and spot you being held in place by Crowley.
"(Y/n)!"
Dean begins to run towards you but by that time, you're gone.
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Alright so I'm thinking part two. I could write it all in one imagine, but then it might reach the 3 thousands or something so I'm just gonna write another part. Hope you liked this one!
Stay awesome ~ NeedsMoreMisha