A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic in years! And my first time writing a supernatural one so please be kind but feed back is always appreciated! This is chapter 1 and if people want more than I'll definitely make more! I'm so excited! I hope you enjoy!

Cas x reader (eventually)

CHAPTER 1

You couldn't remember anything. Well that's not true you knew your name was (y/n); unfortunately that's where your memory lapsed. You had so many questions flooding your mind all at once:

-Where were you?

-Why were you there?

-Why the hell did your body hurt so much?

And most importantly:

-Why couldn't you remember a damn thing?!

When your senses finally started to catch up to your racing thoughts, you noticed you were laying in some dirt with a wooded area on your right and open space to your left. You mustered up the courage to slowly get up, despite the pain shooting through your body. Once on your feet you registered your surroundings, realizing you were actually by a road... In the middle of no where. Now that you knew you were fucked in the location department you decided to examine the damage done to yourself and the source of your pain.

You were wearing a very torn and ragged little black dress which on its best day wouldn't cover much. There were slices all over your torso and well everywhere else to be honest. The worse injury that you could see was a deep gash your right side. That was definitely going to require stitches. The last place your (e/c) eyes landed was your feet.

"Oh this is just flippin' fantastic, I don't know where I am, why I look like I just survived a knife fight, and is there a reason I'm dressed like a prostitute," you muttered out loud, "Also where the hell are my shoes!"

Staying where you were wasn't doing any good, so you figured limping to the nearest town would be best. Your adrenaline was numbing you enough that you figured you'd be able to make it. Maybe someone knew something about you that wasn't just your name. You started down the long road looking like you were doing one hell of a walk of shame, when suddenly you heard the roar of an engine.

You prayed to the gods that whoever was coming wasn't going make your day even worse. A 67 Chevy Impala came to a halt when the driver saw you.

'Please don't be a creep! Please don't be a creep!'

The Lord definitely heard your prayers because from the drivers side out stepped Mr. tall, dark, and handsome. Your luck continued when Mr. taller, dark, and handsome climbed out the passenger side. You knew you must have looked like shit when you saw the expressions on their faces; it almost made you want to laugh.

"Hey, you alright?" The taller one asked.

"Oh ya just peachy," you retort grabbing the gash on your side. You could feel your adrenaline from earlier running low. Everything was suddenly a little fuzzy and a lot more painful.

"I'm Dean and this is Sam, my brother," the one with the gruff voice (apparently Dean) said as he pointed towards the moose sized one (apparently Sam). "What's your name?"

"It's uh... (y/n)."

"Listen we just want to help you. You're badly injured. What happened?" Sam questioned.

"Honestly, I don't remember. I-I woke up on the side of the road and all I could remember was my name... Everything else is just blank." As you said this it started to sink in that your memory was gone and you had no idea what to do.

It was Dean's turn to talk, "Well (y/n), you're in luck. We just so happen to specialize in weird. If you come with us we might be able to help you."

You quickly weighed the pros and cons of going with two strange men who 'specialize in weird' when you're suffering from amnesia and are seriously wounded. As the seconds passed you could feel the weight of it all baring down on you. You knew you were in no shape to say no to any help you could get (especially from two gorgeous men).

"I'll come."

'How could this possibly get any weirder anyway; so what the hell!' You thought to yourself as they helped you into the back seat.

You had no idea how wrong you were, because little did you know that you just met the Winchesters, and as we all know from here on out its a downward spiral of weird.

TO BE CONTINUED...