Regarding (Y/N) - Request
Requested by anon: So the reader has
a a stuffed animal moose same gave her but in order to protect her he ask
castiel to erase her memories of him she ends up leaving the stuff animal and
going back to her life at home but then sees the Winchesters in the impala and
she follows them to the hotel and when they leave she goes through there stuff
finding the moose and she begins to cry not knowing why but sam Comes back and
she remembers everything and gets upset!
& anon: Sam X Reader something like regarding dean except the reader is losing her memory?
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader.
Word count: 2.520
Warnings: Bit of angst.
A/N: I changed the story a bit. Also, I’m cheesy as Hell in this one, sorry.
“I’m fine, Sam,” she assured, “I’m perfectly fine.”
“Right, then what’s in your hand?” Sam inquired angrily.
She looked down to her hand; she had totally forgotten she was holding something. “It’s a… a stuffed toy.”
“A stuffed toy…” Sam repeated, “Shaped like which animal?”
“Like a…” She licked her lips, and looked behind Sam’s shoulder. Dean was trying to tell her the answer, mouthing it. “Like a goose.”
Dean face palmed as Sam rolled his eyes.
“Moose, (Y/N), it’s a moose.” Sam argued, giving her his sad puppy eyes. “Crowley calls me like that… Don’t you remember?”
“Right! Crowley, the Queen of Hell…”
“King,” Dean corrected.
“The King of Hell calls you moose and I do too!” She cheered, “You gave this to me on… Christmas?”
Sam rolled his eyes again. He wasn’t going to argue, not with her. It wasn’t her fault. He turned his back on her and left the room. Dean stayed with (Y/N), comforting her and trying to make sure she didn’t forget the names of the furniture by naming them over and over again.
“So who is he anyway?” She inquired as Sam left the room. Dean’s eyes saddened as he proceeded to explain her relationship with his brother. “Good, he’s so hot… And you are his… dad?”
Sam was out in the cold, letting the tears spill his eyes. She wasn’t supposed to be hurt during that – or any – hunt, but he had been so reckless leaving her to her own luck outside in the woods while they inspected the little cottage… She was supposed to get inside as soon as she heard something suspicious; that was it. But something attacked her before she could even give a step forward…
“You’re sad…” Castiel observed as he appeared next to Sam.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard your prayer.” The angel informed, siting awkwardly by Sam’s side.
“I just want her to be safe, Cas…” Sam whispered as more tears slipped his hazel eyes.
“Do you really think this is the way?” Castiel inquired, “I could just heal her…”
“No, no, this is her chance to step away and live a normal life.” Sam insisted, looking up at the angel. Castiel could see the grief and the sorrow behind his eyes. She was the woman Sam loved, and he wanted her to be safe and sound.
“Dean might have something to say about this…”
“He does, but it’s not up to him.” Sam interrupted.
“It’s not up to you either, it’s her life.” Castiel replied.
“It’s her life what I’m trying to save here, man.” Sam begged one more time before Castiel agreed.
The old stuffed moose was the only thing she left.