Imagine having to remind Dean who you are every five minutes when he is under the remembrance spell.... and eventually you have to wear a sticky note.
“Ma’am I think you have the wrong room.” Dean asked as you sat at the table, typing away on the computer.
“No Dean, I am in the room we are sharing with your brother. You are sitting in the bed we are sharing.”
“And who are you?”
“I am the girl you claim to love every time you walk out the door.”
“Oh. So you and I…” he began to point between you both.
“Sweet.” He replied, yet several minutes later, “Ma’am I think you have the wrong room.”
“Dean, would it help if I wore a sticky note?” You replied, as he looked at you in wonder.
“How do you know my…”
“We have been dating for about five years now, we met at the roadhouse, I was Jo’s best friend. You and I started sleeping together the first night you were there. Jo was furious, and you and I just laughed. Soon it went from nightly flings when you and Sam rolled into town, to I tagged along. You told me you loved me first, I made you a pie, and you said, “[Y/F/N] [Y/L/N] I will Love you until the day you stop making me pie. I however was the first one to kiss you not during sex, it was raining and you gave me your jacket so that I won’t freeze. I kissed you as soon as we got in the Impala.”
“Oh… maybe a sticky note would help.” He replied as he started towards the sticky notes, scribbling something down. Then he walked over and pressed the note firmly to your chest.
“There, now I won’t forget.” He smiled, before leaning down and kissing your hair. Returning to his seat as you looked back to the screen.
“Hey Wife, what is this?” He asked, pointing to the unlabeled book.
“Well that is a book. Did you just call me Wife?”
“That is what your sticky note says.” He pointed as you looked down at the note and saw Dean’s chicken scratch, ‘Wife.’
A smile spread on your face as you looked back at him, “yeah, I guess it does.”
When Dean and Rowena descended down the stairs you were met with the no fixed joke. And then he looked at you, “hello Wife.”
“Write Wife in my sticky note, post it to my chest and called me wife the whole time because you forgot I was your girlfriend every five minutes. Yea you did, but hey, now you have given me something I am never getting rid of.” You smiled
“Well the next irreplaceable thing I sound get you is a gold wedding ring.”Dean answered as he took your hand in his.
“Dean, I think I will stick with just the sticky note for now.” You smiled as you left, happy that you were always going to remember Dean’s amnesia.