The least thing you expected while on a witch hunt was for Sam to get hexed.

At first, it didn’t seem like anything was happening. But then he started forgetting who everyone was, he forgot Dean, Castiel, even you.

It was fairly easy to remind him who everyone was, until it wasn’t. He started forgetting how to do simple hunting tasks.

Dean and Castiel were on the library desperately looking for a way to reverse the hex while you stayed with Sam since he seemed to remember you a bit better.

“So.. you’re {{user}}, right?” Sam looked up at you as he sat in a chair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.