Memories: Prologue:
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke is the creator of Supernatural, I own nothing except the idea for this fanfic, and any OC's you may/will see.
Sam absentmindedly petted the black cat that was laying on his chest, as he lay in the motel bed opposite of his brother's.
This had become a nightly tradition. She, the cat, would alternate each night with which brother she slept with. Tonight it was Sam, who was obviously lost in thought as he ran his hand down her silken fur, Dean asleep in his own bed, as it was quite late.
When she finally had enough petting she climbed off Sam's chest and onto the bed next to him, reverting to her original form.
Now in place of the black cat, was a young woman. Early twenties with waist-length brown hair, and evergreen eyes.
No, she wasn't a demon, but she obviously wasn't human either. They honestly didn't know what she was, or where they had obtained her, honestly. And neither did she, as for some reason, their memories had all faded.
The woman knew nothing of her past, what she was, or how she had come to live and travel with the two hunters. And most people, soon forgot who she was after meeting her, their memories fading of her. Very few people ever kept their memories of the woman, and this troubled her.
But with a sigh, she turned her back to Sam, who slung an arm around her and pulled her into his chest.
No, they weren't in love. But with Sam and Dean's job, there really wasn't time to take, to grow companionships and relationships. So sometimes, it was a comfort to be able to hold another person in their arms, just to sleep.
And the woman was fine with this, as she slept better with the Winchester brothers than she did alone.
Sam pulled her as close as he could, resting his head on hers. She could practically hear the cogs and wheels of his brain, spinning furiously, trying to figure out how to get Dean out of the Crossroad Demon's contract.
The woman took one of his hands and massaged it, trying to calm him into sleep.
As it always did, it calmed Sam, and soon he found himself asleep. And once he was, the woman closed her own eyes, and drifted into a dreamless slumber.