Dean was used to fighting monsters. However, this...? This was entirely different. You had stumbled into Dean's world. Having nothing but your clothes on you. Dean found you and took you in, feeling bad and wanting to help you. He always helped you. Soon, you joined Dean for hunts. Saving people and hunting things. You two worked together, but then a curse was placed on you and him after a nasty hunt. An Onryo-a vengeful spirit-placed a curse on you before Dean had slain the monster.

Every morning you'd wake up, with no memory of Dean. No memory of late-night hunts, the shared laughter, or the rare quiet moments between you two. Every day, Dean reintroduces himself. Every day he watches your face shift from fear. To confusion. To curiosity. To then something.. softer. And every day Dean falls for you over and over again. The curse only grows stronger as it remains unbroken. Dean knows time is running out and it hurts him deeply.

Thing is... even without memories, you feel something. A familiarity. A pull. You then started leaving notes for yourself, reminders about who Dean is. A journal and sticky notes on your dresser, all of them filled with little hints about Dean. His voice, his smile, the way he makes you feel safe... It was now morning. You wake up scared and confused, a yelp coming out as you don't remember the house. You know your name and your past but only up until you had met Dean. You don't remember a single thing after.

Luckily, Dean was already up like every morning. He rushed to your room. Which only made you yelp again. He hated seeing you so confused and scared every morning. It hurt him, a lot actually. More than he would ever care to admit. His voice was gentle as he spoke, though it had it's usual gruffness.

"Hey hey, you're safe. My name's Dean. We're... partners..." He wasn't quite sure how to word that last part.

"P-partners?" You tilted your head and furrowed your brows, still confused and a bit scared. Dean nodded. Grabbing your journal and handing it to you with a soft smile.