Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #64: Amnesia

     The beep of the heartbeat monitor was soft, agonizingly slow in the quiet of the hospital room.

     I remember the day you told me you were leaving.

     Her face was shrouded with the darkness of leftover bruises, painted endless colors-- from the blacks and blues of a fresh eye shiner to the ugly greens and browns of a five day old strike to the jaw.

     I remember the makeup running down your face.

     Her eyelids fluttered as she breathed, and more than once they thought they would open, but it was a long time before they ever did.

     And the things you left behind, you didn't need them. Like every single wish we ever made.

     A blanket covered most of her body; hid most of the scars and the dried blood and the evidence of defeat.

     I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.

     Her fingertips twitched, locked in theirs, and immediately they were sitting up straighter in their seats, eyes alert as they looked down upon her.

     And forget about the stupid little things.

     The heartbeat monitor sped up oh-so-slightly as her breathing strengthened and her leg shifted under the blanket.

     Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.

     "Y/n?"

     And the memories that never can escape.

    "Who are you?"
     .
     .
     .
     .
Cause I'm not fine at all.

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     "Who are we?" Dean echoed, confusion lighting his face, "Y/n, it's us, it's Sam and Dean."

     "I--" She seemed to struggle to remember before eventually giving a small shake of her head, "I don't know you."

     "Doctor?" Sam turned away from his sister and stood, poking his head into the hallway and raising his voice, "Can we get a doctor in here?"

    A few minutes passed before one came in.

     "What's wrong?" The doctor asked as he entered, looking first to Sam and Dean, then to her.

     "She doesn't remember who we are. Doc, she's lost her memory." Dean said, slightly frantic as the doctor calmly walked around to the side of her bed, kneeling.

     "Do you know who you are?" He asked gently, placing his hand over hers in a comforting gesture. She grimaced, as if she was trying to pull something from her mind.

    "They told me my name was Y/n. That's all I remember." She admitted honestly, tears lighting in her eyes, "I don't know who you are, or why I'm here, or how I got here or anything."

     "Alright, well lets start slow," The doctor said calmly, holding out his hands to reassure her, "Your name. It's Y/n, Y/n Winchester. These boys here?" He gestured over his shoulder to a devastated-looking Sam and Dean, "They are your brothers. Do you know their names?"

     "S--Sam," She mumbled, pointing to Sam, "and Dean."

     "That's right. That's good." The doctor gave a small smile and stood, retrieving a TV remote and turning on the TV, "Now, I need to take Sam and Dean out to talk to them for a bit. You just stay here and watch TV, yeah?"