The searing white hot pain brought you out of your memories. You had thought about the one thing that made your hunting life worth it; the love of your pizza man. Fond memories of your time with Castiel had flashed before your eyes as You were laying in the eerily dark abandoned warehouse.

The three of you had been on a hunt in some rundown part of a town you couldn't even remember the name of, You had tracked the small group of demons to the building.

A large demonic blade was sticking out of your chest barely missing your heart but puncturing your lung. You were dying you knew it even before you had tried to gasp for air, blood spraying from your mouth with each attempt to fill your lungs. The boy's voices were distant almost sounding rooms away even though they were bent down right next to you. Your vision blurry at best, your body growing colder with each passing second. The muffled panic from the boys got worse as your eyes started to flutter closed for longer and longer.

You used some of your remaining strength to reached up and grabbed at the knife the pain causing you to want to rip it from your chest but strong warm hands stopped you. You wanted the pain to stop, you pleaded in silent prayer for your pizza man to come and heal you like he had done for over a year and a half since you had first started dating. Any time you were wounded be it a few scratches, a thrown shoulder, even the time you got pushed down a small flight of stairs and sprained your ankle there was your pizza man in his shinning trench coat to make everything alright.

You tired to focus on the boys, to force your eyes to stay open. Both of them had tears standing in their eyes as they looked down at you before looking back a crossed to each other. Dean's voice got louder where you could finally make out some of his words. "Come on Cas!" He screamed "damn it why isn't he here!?" The panic in his voice scared you, no matter what happened on your hunts Dean was always pretty calm even if it was just a front and deep down he was terrified he hated for you to see him upset. You glanced over at Sam he was glaring down at his cellphone and in an instant he sent it flying into one of the distant concrete walls "no signal! If we move her we'll do more harm then good!"

"I know that but what are we going to do we can't just let her die!" Dean snapped back, you tried to open your mouth to say anything but all that came out was more blood. As the boys continued to argue over your form, you brought your right arm up and grabbed the knife. You pulled it from your chest before they could stop you the burning pain finally stopped but it was replaced with the feeling of drowning. The blood that the knife had suppressed was now filling your chest cavity and blocking your windpipe.

Your arm dropped the knife to the floor with a muffled clang the boy's voices were now silent even though you could see their mouths moving. Your breathing became shallow, the blood pooling around you draining all the heat from your body. Your vision faded rapidly until black covered the last sight of the panic stricken boys. Your lungs stopped fighting the inevitable and your consciousness left you.

A bright light landed on your eyes bringing you around, the light forced you to cover your closed eyes with your hand before you squinted and then slowly opening them. You were surrounded by a soft green landscape and a beautiful waterfall you sat up and really looked around, you remember coming to this place time and time again your memory failed you with who but you remember whoever it was loved you very much setting your heart a flutter.

The name, face or even the voice was a forgotten thought but you knew this place held a special spot in your heart. It was where you were the happiest, you looked down over your form any sign of injury was nonexistent. Your cloths were simple jeans and your favorite t-shirt, your feet were bare. You pushed yourself from the cool grass and made your way over to the small pond that the waterfall dropped into. Rolling up your jeans to about mid calf you walked into the cold pond letting the water lap at your ankles.

It was so peaceful here it calmed your very being just standing in the water with the sound of the waterfall surrounding you. The wind gently blowing the leaves on the tree that towered on the side of the pond its large roots just above the water just how you remembered it, you knew the roots were a perfect place to sit. You climbed got ready to do just that "[y/n] dinner is ready!" You knew that voice, you hadn't heard it in years but there was no denying who it was. You took off running in the direction of the voice, you ignored the fact you had no shoes on all you wanted to do was see the owner of that voice. You gave it everything you had and soon the beautiful green landscape opened up and in front of you sat your home just the way you remembered it the last time you saw it years ago. A beautiful two story brick home, the windows all open letting in the wonderful woodsy smell. A small stone path led up to the white front porch, the stones were warm from the bright sun hitting them.

You inched your way along the path to the porch, as your feet landed on the first step a familiar creak echoed around you. You almost jumped up on the porch skipping the remaining two steps. Your heart was beating hard against your chest, the sound of it was deafening as it filled your ears. You slowly grabbed at the screen door pulling it open with a familiar screech. As soon as you took the first step into the house you felt like an 8 year old little girl, the smell of lilacs and cinnamon filled your nose tears started to form in your eyes as you looked around the family room to your left.

Large plush chocolate brown couches sat on a large ugly red rug in the middle of the room. A small glass coffee table sat in front of them, you could see your father's black leather briefcase sitting in the middle of it. The large family picture hung above the stone fireplace that was against the furthest wall; you were 6 when it was taken you remembered the day perfectly. The wood floors shinned in the setting sunlight that came from the large opened window in the house. "[y/n] where are you girl didn't you hear your mother?" Your fathers voice loud and commanding came down the large stairs beside the dinning room, you took a step towards the stairs. Your father started walking down the stairs still in his blue suit from work the last good image you had of him before...before something... Your mind was strange almost foggy on part of your memories.

His salt and pepper hair short and styled perfect like always his small oval glasses resting on his tan nose, his brown eyes warm and loving as he looked down at you. You couldn't take it you ran up to him as he stopped 4 steps from the bottom, you wrapped your arms around him tears flowing down your cheeks. In an instant your feet left the ground and you realized your whole being had changed you were now your 8 year old self being cradled in your father's arms. "Now where have you been?" Your father smiled at you "hey, hey what's wrong sweetie?"

You shook your little head and snuggled against your father's chest "I'm just happy" your voice foreign as it came out a little quieter and higher pitched. Your dad chuckled in his chest causing a deep rumble to was over you. "Come on let's go see what your mother has made for dinner." You clung to your father as he walked down the remaining stairs and into the dinning room. You turned your head so you could see as you walked into the room a large mahogany table sat in the middle of the room two matching China cabinets. The table was set for a feast it seemed a little bit of everything.

The soft footsteps brought your head towards the entryway to the kitchen on the other side of the dinning room. Your mother a vision in blue came walking in; her [h/l] [h/c] matching yours. Her beautiful [e/c] deeper then you remember, she was wearing her normal navy blue dress that matched your father's suit to a T. "There is my little wild child" she laughed as she set the plate of food she was carrying on the table with the rest. She walked over and kissed your father before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

This couldn't be real the happiness that was running through you was impossible to put into words. Your mother and father both here and you were a normal child the nightmare that you had about monsters forgotten. The people you thought you knew gone from your mind. The only thing that seems to have come back with you from that nightmare was an ache in your very soul. That ache was something you couldn't shake like you were forgetting something so important that this happiness you're feeling is nothing but a corrupted fake and until you remember what you were forgetting you would never truly be happy.

You tried to live in the now burying that ache deep into yourself. "Now sweetie you have to be good" your mother's voice brought you out of your thoughts "I'm always good." You laughed and your mother grabbed you from your father's arms "of course you are!" She snuggled against you "but with your babysitter tonight you have to be extra good" that word, your heart jumped against your ribs then stopping all together. At first you thought it was fear that had taken over your body but that ache you had buried moments ago started to come back.

The feeling of loss, the feel of forgetfulness, the feeling of being out of place it was hard to fully explain or even understand but you knew something wasn't right. "Come on [y/n] it's not going to be that bad. You know it's date night after dinner. Let's eat" your mother sat you down in one of the wooden chairs your father sat at the head of the table to your left and your mother started putting food on your plate.

You shook your head trying to push the feelings away again but this time it was so much harder to bury them. Your mom sat down and as she and your father started to talk you were finally able to concentrate on the food in front of you. You couldn't pay attention to your parents conversation though you had pushed those strange feelings to the back of your mind you just couldn't stop thinking about that nightmare.

You remembered snippets of it; fangs, claws, silver bullets, wings, bright blue eyes, light tan material, books, a shotgun and a pentagram. The images kept going through your mind all at different points and none of them made any sense. You were completely lost in your mind trying to put together what the images all meant. Dinner went by so fast and your eyes were barely able to stay open a soft knock on the front door jolted you back awake before your head started to dip into the table. "That should be the babysitter" your dad climbed from the table and went to the front door

When your father came back into the dinning room a short black haired girl that couldn't be any older then 16 was following him. Her hazel eyes scanning the room "[y/n] you remember Mel right?" You looked at the girl, her face and hair were familiar but her eyes seemed off, and you weren't sure why. This girl watched you every date night for the last year, she was sweet quiet girl. You climbed from the table and walked over to Mel "hey kiddo!" She seemed more bubbly then she usually is as she rubbed the top of your head.