Must Be Love On The Brain
Summary: Based on 12x11 where Dean gets hexed with a memory spell. The reader is his wife who leaves everything she’s doing in the bunker help Sam get her husband back.
Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Humor. Feelings. Fluff. Bit of Angst. Spoilers.
A/N: This piece is kind of a episode, re-write honestly. Also this is my entry for @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge! My prompt is: Black Label Scotch - “Wow, well don’t you look hot as hell.” Also, another Valentine’s themed fic <3 Yep, I’m on a roll. | gifs are not mine |
Feedback is always appreciated it <3
“Call me if you need anything. Dean broke his phone.”
The hunch of worry Sam’s text message gave you drifted away quickly. Dean damaging his phone wasn’t something new. The man changed cell phone continually, and usually after hunts. Dean always ended up dropping over his device. It wouldn’t surprise you if he started to carry spares again.
For this hunt you decided to stay back and for once act like a full housewife. The laundry, cleaning or grocery shopping wasn’t going to do itself. You also have been planning yours and Dean’s Valentine’s evening. Tonight was going to be eventful. You were a big fan of multitasking. Everything was running perfectly, you had laundry and cleaning checked off your ‘To Do List’ when Sam called saying Dean had amnesia.
In less than twenty minutes you were packed up and already on your way to them.
Knock knock knock.
You could heard steps reaching the door and Sam babbling some words. A part of you already knew it was your husband walking towards the door. In that moment the door got wide open, Dean standing in front of you. But the man standing in front of you didn’t looked back at you like your husband Dean would’ve have. This man glanced at your body up and down, his eyes not recognizing you but liking what they see.
“Wow!” Dean exclaimed, his grin flirtatious. “Well don’t you look hot as hell.”
That was something your husband would tell you but not with those eyes. Dean looked at you like he saw a hot stranger. In other circumstances you would gave him a chuckle and blow him a kiss. Tonight your heart felt like it was being slowly crushed.
Your frowned, “Dean?”
He nodded once with wide eyebrows, “Do I know you?”’