In the oblivion

Dean woke up with a bad headache. He wasn't even able to recognise his own room. There were pink sheets on the bed, a pair of shoes with high heels behind the door, some photographs on the table with a computer and a woman's bag. Well, definitely it wasn't his room. He also noticed that he was almost naked, except for the pair of boxers he was wearing. Damn, he got probably laid with a girl and now he was in her house. It wouldn't have been the worst thing ever some years ago, but now it was.

So, he got dressed and then he went downstairs. There were plastic plates and glasses everywhere. He understood immediately that there was a party there, last night.

<< Where the hell am I? >> he asked himself, with hoarse voice.

<< Hey, stranger. >> a girl answered, appearing from the kitchen with a broom in her hands. Dean's heart stopped, when he recognised her and a sense of loss hit him in his chest. << You're in my house and we kind of have a moment, last night. If you know what I mean. >> she said, blinking.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

<< Since when you're so coquettish? >>

<< Excuse me? >> she asked, a bit angry.

<< Nevermind. Where's my brother? Did you see him? He's very tall, good-looking, long hair... >>

<< I don't know, there were a lot of people here yesterday night. >> she said. Then, she stopped to stare at him. There was something in the way he was clutching his jaw or in the faded spark in his green eyes, that reminded her of something. << I'm sorry, do we know each other? >>

Dean took a deep breath, before he could talk. Cas had warned him: he had to be very careful and very polite, if he wanted to tell her the truth. He only had one shot. He managed to control his voice, or it would have cracked down.

<< Yeah, Y/N, we do. >> he replied. She locked her eyes into his ones, so glossy, tired and a bit circled in red. Dean gulped, concerned. There was something about him that was slipping away from the tip of her tongue, like a memory that didn't want to come up in her mind and it literally gave her the urge to scream. She had met him somewhere. << A witch took away your memories from you a couple of months ago, when we were on a hunt. I've been searching for you since then, because that dumb witch sent you away from me. >> he explained. He took a step forward, his hands were trembling. << I'm your husband. We even have a kid together, Bobby. He's two years old and he's with Jody, our friend, now. She's taking care of him, don't worry. >> he said. She seemed shocked, scared and astonished. He thought she could faint right now. << Look, I know that this is hard to believe, but it's the truth. >> he continued. Her gaze was lost beyond the wall behind Dean. She didn't move a muscle. It was like she felt paralyzed. Dean understood her, he really knew how hard was managing to take all the pieces together, but he had to bring her home, so she had to believe him. << Please, say something. >>