Author's Note: So this letter is for WomanOfLetters, who suggested a letter from Lisa to Dean. I decided to put my own spin on that. I hope you don't mind! This letter is from Lisa to Dean, written sometime after Castiel wiped Lisa and Ben's memories. I want to thank shirleypositive72, Leia 96, mb64, judyann, GuestJ, flygirl33, jojospn, reannablue, and SPNxBookworm for their recent awesome reviews. And thanks to all of you who read these!

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You,

I know you. I look at your picture and I swear that I know you. Except I really don't, because I could also swear that I've never seen you before in my life. But I must have because in that picture you are sitting there with Ben and I at our Thanksgiving table. And it's just the three of us, as far as I can tell. Three plates at the table, portions too small to serve a ton of others…Not to mention your arm is angled upward so I know you were holding the camera, not somebody else. So tell me, how is it that I could have invited you over for Thanksgiving to share it alone with my son and I, and yet I can't remember a thing about you?

Well that's not completely true. Looking at your face…I feel this incredible pull when I look right into your eyes. And pain, too. Though I can't tell if the pain is my own, or sympathy for the pain hiding under your smile. I see hurt in those shockingly green eyes. I see suffering behind your cheerful exterior. And I feel this desire to reach out to you. To comfort you and to wrap my arms around you and tell you it will all be ok… And as I feel this, I remember that you weren't ok. It's like I know you were so full of some kind of trauma. So lost and broken.

But I don't even remember you, so how can I remember this? I can't even recall your name, and I can't honestly place a single moment in my life when I've seen you outside of the countless hours I've spent staring at this photo...

I tried piecing it together. You know, figuring out when it was taken? And I eventually I narrowed it down to Thanksgiving of 2009. In the photo Ben is wearing a sweater he got for Christmas in 2008, and then lost a little over a year afterwards. And then I thought to myself, "Ok. So think back on that Thanksgiving…" And the damndest thing happened. I remembered spending it with my parents. I remembered driving Ben to my parent's house, and cooking in the kitchen with my mother. I remembered my dad watching the parade with Ben in the living room, laughing at the never ending string of colorfully dressed marching band members. But I sure didn't remember you.

I wasn't even at my house that year, and yet in this picture, that's exactly where I was. I almost called my mother to ask her if she remembered me being at her house, but then I stopped. Because what if I wasn't with my parents that year? What if I really was at my house, sharing the holiday with Ben and you. Wouldn't that make me crazy? Wouldn't that mean I was losing my memory? Or at least severely confusing it… I don't know what to think anymore. Ever since I pulled that picture out from under the fridge… Ever since I looked into your paper eyes and knew you without knowing a damn thing about you… Ever since I looked at you and wanted to help you but didn't know with what.

I hate to admit it to myself, but I think I did know you. That maybe I am crazy or am losing my memory somehow. Because the feelings I get when I look at you…I don't even know your name, but when I look at you I feel... I feel the things that you must have been to me. I feel like rock music and old cars and whiskey. Like comfort and a promise of safety. But I also feel like fear and loss and hurt. Like a life so incredibly full and yet so impossibly empty. It's maddening, really.

I guess I should thank you though. Because Ben and I…We look pretty happy in the picture. We are smiling these bright smiles. And not the fake ones that I see in most of my obligatory family photographs. No, they're real. We seem genuinely happy sitting there with a slightly burnt turkey, some mismatched dishes, and you. So thank you. But still…

Who the hell are you? And why do you make me feel like crying and smiling at the same time? Did I lose you? Did I know you and then you died? I have too many questions that I'm sure will never be answered... Because I swear it feels like you were ripped from my life in a way so permanent it physically hurts. I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to burn this picture. I just can't handle it anymore. Can't handle seeing you and missing you, and something too painfully close to loving you. And yet not knowing at all who you are. I'm sorry.

Lisa

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