Dean couldn't remember anything, anything, besides his basic life skills, and his childhood, but he did not remember you, who sat passed out in the hospital chair next to his bed.

He looked around the hospital room, his eyes landing on the greyish blue walls and the way it made him feel disturbed, he also noticed the machines and the medicine he was hooked up to, which made him look down at himself.

Shit, that was a lot of bandages, what the hell happened?