Supernatural One Shots

I hate witches Pt. 2 (Dean)

Slight time jump from the last chapter. You wake up to find out you forgot about an important date. You get very emotional.

Natalie's P.O.V. still. This one contains smut.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, language, amnesia, sadness

A month after Dean moved back into our room..

It's been almost two months of not remembering Sam or Dean. I woke up today and Dean was out of bed, which is rare since he moved back in here with me. So I climbed out of bed and walked toward the kitchen.

"... your birthday, Sammy. It's the least I could do."

I froze to hear Dean saying something about Sam's birthday. Shit, was that today? Soon? How don't I know when it is? I'm an awful best friend.

I went around the corner, "It's your birthday?" His face fell. "Uh.. yeah, it is."

My lip quivered as emotion hit me like a hurricane. He tried to smile at me, "But it's okay. Birthdays aren't our thing. It's not a big deal." The tears started and there was no stopping them.

Dean rushed to me, "Hey, hey, hey. Baby, don't do that."

"I hate this! I forgot my best friend's birthday! This sucks!"

Sam moved closer as well, "Nat, it isn't your fault. And I swear it isn't a big deal at all. We aren't big on birthdays around here. I'm actually headed out on a hunt for Rowena. Do you want to come?"

I pulled from Dean, "I don't think so. Maybe the next one?"

"Of course, shorty. But hopefully this will be the last time we go looking for her, it's a pretty strong lead." He said happily.

I half smiled up at him, "Happy birthday, Sam." I added softly.

He came closer to hug me, then he kissed my head, "Thanks, Nat."

I went 'for a drive' alone when Dean said he was staying here with me. I was really going buy Sam a birthday present. It would be late, but nobody thought to remind me about Sam's birthday.

After driving to a strip mall, I parked and went to the first store. It was more of a girly store, so I went to the next one.

An hour later I was aimlessly walking around yet another store when I realized I had no idea what to get Sam as a present. Seven years of friendship and I couldn't even pick out a damn birthday gift.

I went back to the bunker and stormed to out bedroom, slamming the door before crawling in bed. This was one of my worst days so far.

Dean came in after a minute, "Hey, what's wrong my sweet girl?"

I huffed, wiping the tears off my face. "I am so frustrated! Sam is my best friend in the world, and first I forget his birthday... now I can't even pick him out a birthday present because I'm broken!"

He rubbed my back, "I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I could fix this for you. I hate seeing you this upset." He spoke softly. 

He tried his best to comfort me, but eventually gave me some space; assuring me he was here if I needed him. I think he could tell these last couple months have been hell on me; and I'm sure it has been on him too. Seeking answers to get my memories back has taken it's toll on me.

I was definitely in a funk now. I haven't felt this broken since that first night I really realized what was missing from my brain.

As I scrolled through movies that night, wrapped up in my favorite blanket, Dean appeared at the door with plates in hand. I smelled the pasta and garlic bread before I saw it.