(Team Free Will x Reader) She Got Out

And that beeping is really starting to hurt.
Why does it hurt? It’s not loud?
Well, not really.
The light is loud though, it’s yelling. At the eyes on the face in that mirror over there.
Why is that stupid mirror looking like that?
It’s annoying.
Uh, sit up, why don’t you?
OW
OW
BAD IDEA
GOOD GOSH BAD IDEA
“(Y/n)?”
“Cas wake up, Damnit.”
“Dean? Wha-What’s wrong?”
“We’re so glad you’re alright, I mean, after Crowley vanished and those angels disintegrated your bones we… well, there didn’t seem like there was much hope.” His hair was long, gauze covered his face in places and his wrist was in a sling. The other, blonder and in much more pain was wincing a smile towards you. The last, with awful clothing sense had a broad smile on. For some reason, it seemed odd on him.
“What do you mean?” You mumble digging your thumb into your fore finger testing the numbness.
“Cas is all graced up somehow and he fixed all he could.” The middle one shrugged.
“I hope you are feeling quite satisfactory.” The end one nods earnestly.
“I’m sorry, who are you guys again?” Your eyesight fogged again and the excessive blinking made you feel more deranged.
“Don’t be stupid, it didn’t trick us last time.”
“Dean, I don’t think she’s lying.”
“If this is you trying to be funny Cas, now is really not the time.”
“Why would I make a joke about (y/n)’s mental wellbeing?”
“Well what then? You just forgot us? Us of all people?” Dean exclaims feeling quite betrayed.
“Forgot you? I don’t think I even know you. There’s no need to be pissed at me!” You snap looking at an angered Dean.
“Y/n, it’s okay just, is there anything you remember about, I know this sounds odd but, monsters or angels, demons? Anything?” Sam asks his eyes searching yours.
“Nope. Mental ward is that-a-way.” You reply, the others sigh.
“Let’s go.” Sam mutters placing a hand on your shoulder. “Keep safe Y/n, thank you for everything.”
“What? Sam? Sa-Sam, where are you going?” Dean asks from the chair.
“We’re leaving.”
“What? Why? I thought I knew you guys?” You ask.
“No, she got out.” Sam says to Dean and Cas then he turns to you, “Must be in the mental ward.”
“Oh.” you nod.
Dean looked at his brother sadly and gobsmacked, frankly. They were just going to pack up and leave?
“Dean, we better go.” Cas says standing next to Sam, “It was truly a pleasure Y/n” You nods still a little confused. Dean however looks up at you sitting in the bed watching the scene play out curiously.
“Now I know this won’t make a lick of sense to you right now, but… if you do find your memory somehow, find us in the bunker. If were still breathing that’s where we’ll be. I just want to thank you for being there after… after Hell, for saving Cas’ ass that one time and for loving me with every fault I had.” He paused, “You didn’t love me back the way I loved you but, that was enough… for me. Just being in that motel arguing over fricken family feud.” He coughs a smile and wipes his eyes. “But you’re out and I wish you the best of life. I’ll see you on the other side.”
He leaves joining a solemn Sam and Cas outside the hospital.
“Dean?”
“I’m fine Sam, let’s go.”