Leaning back against the pillows, you sighed contentedly, amazed at how well the day had gone. Jensen had been amazing, making sure you had everything you needed, staying next to you all the time. He had made the two of you a wonderful nest on your king sized bed, the nightstand next to him full of different snacks and treats. The TV in front of you had been playing movies all day, your favorites.

At first you had been hesitant, staying on your side of the bed, still feeling a little overwhelmed by his forgiveness. But as the day passed you relaxed, and you felt your sore body slowly shifting his way.

During the last movie, after your bowl of popcorn lay forgotten by your feet, your head had somehow made its way to his chest his arm wrapped around you. His fingers were currently running softly through your hair, and you felt your eyes start to drift shut, even though you worked hard to keep them open.

Knowing you weren't going to last much longer, you snuggled closer to Jensen, breathing in the comforting scent that was uniquely him. "Thank you." You whispered against his chest, yawning as soon as the words left your mouth.

His hand stilled for a moment, before he continued his movements. "For what?"

"For this. And for being there for me. I didn't deserve it, but you still came through." You told him, refusing to open your eyes.

"Anything for you. We will work this out." You heard him whisper against your head, his lips touching your forehead before you fell asleep.

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You felt a hand grasping yours, and you looked down to see a hand that didn't have a wedding ring, or the usual bumps and calluses that you had come to know from Jensen's hand. Following the hand up the blue long sleeved shirt, your gaze landed on a pair of familiar blue eyes. "Misha?" You questioned, wondering what he was doing here, in your house.

"Shh, everyone's outside." He warned you, and you took a second to glance around in confusion. You were standing in your kitchen, with loud voices coming from outside. The counter was full of empty plates and containers. It was then you remembered, you were having a BBQ, getting to know some of Jensen's friends better.

"What are we doing?" You asked him, as he took a step closer to you, trapping you against the fridge. You seemed nervous, but a little excited at the same time.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I know I wanted a little time together. Without the prying eyes of your husband." He whispered, his mouth inches away from yours.

You felt your heart beating rapidly, wanting him to kiss you, wanting to push him away. It was so confusing, you wanted to scream. He took the decision away from you, pressing his chapped lips to yours, pressing his hands to the fridge, trapping you against it and his hard body. You stayed still at first, frozen in the moment, but his lips changed angles, and you felt yourself moaning. Getting caught up in the kiss, you raised your hands, threading them through his hair.

Sitting straight up in bed, you could feel your heart clambering in your chest. While other memories had floated into your mind, this one had come in like a train, wrecking the calm state you had been in. Feeling uneasy, you stole a glance to the other side of the bed, relieved to see Jensen still sound asleep.

Not wanting to disrupt him, you carefully slid out of bed, grabbing your robe before exiting the room. You needed space, and time to think. Time to take in all the new information that was currently bouncing around your head like a ping pong ball.

Your body was weak, still recuperating from the wreck, and there were multiple times you had to stop, placing your hand on the wall to hold yourself up, your knees shaking like jello. By the time you had finally made it down the stairs, you were out of breath, your brow covered in a fine sheen of sweat. You looked back at them, knowing there was no way you were going to be able to climb them tonight. 

Your first stop was the kitchen. While you really wanted something like whiskey to fortify yourself with, you grabbed a glass of water instead. You knew alcohol wouldn't mix with your pain meds. Carefully feeling your way down the darkened hallway, you made your way into the living room before collapsing onto the couch. Pulling the throw from the back of the couch over you, you relaxed there sipping your drink.

Minutes ticked by, and you blankly stared at the patio doors, watching as the moon hid behind the silvery clouds. You thought back to the memories that had bombarded you. You had always had a feeling that something had really happened between you and Misha, you just hadn't known to what extent.

In a small way you had been hoping that it had all been one sided, that Misha had been the one doing the pursuing, and you had pushed him away at every turn. But these memories that had returned showed you that wasn't true. That you had felt something for Misha, and you still might. You weren't sure what happened after that kiss, only that you had promised to talk to him later. Softly pressing your fingers to your lips, you relieved the kiss, wondering how you could ever go back to a normal life with Jensen. If he even knew that you had kissed Misha. 

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the footsteps thundering down the stairs. It wasn't until you felt the couch dip down beside you that you were able to slip out of your tranced like state.

"Y/N! When I woke up and you weren't there, it freaked me out!" Jensen explained, his voice loud with worry. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"I just needed space. Time to think." You said, never taking your gaze from the doors, even when you felt his hand on yours.

"What is it?" He asked you, noticing the change in your demeanor. "Did you remember something else?" 

You stayed silent, just for a moment, but it was enough that you felt his hand clench tightly around yours. "Yes, I remember a little bit more now. I remember the night of our BBQ." 

"And?" He asked, but his voice was hesitant, like he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"I remember how much fun we were having. How great all your friends were. But then, I remembered Misha. And how he followed me into the kitchen." You told him, finally turning to face him. His face was bathed in the moonlight, and you could see how stiff his body was. He was preparing himself for the worst, and you didn't blame him. "I remembered him kissing me."

You heard his intake of breath. "Yeah, he told me about that night." Was all he said.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered, wondering where this would take your relationship.

"I'm glad you remember. Because do you know what else he told me?" He said, his grip still tight on yours. "He told me how you both talked that night. How you had pushed him away at first, and then, after the kiss you told him you needed to talk to him."

"I don't remember what happened next." You explained. "I don't know if I was planning on pushing him away and staying with you. Or if I was wanting to see how things went with him. I don't remember any of it, and it's killing me!"

Taking his hands, he cupped both sides of your face, making sure your focus was on him. "I could tell you. It would be so much easier on both of us if I told you what he told me. But I don't think the easy way is going to work for us. We need to wait, to be patient. Until you remember everything, we just need to take this one day at a time."

You nodded, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. "How can you be so calm about this?" You asked him.

"I've had plenty of time to think. And during that time I've decided that I want to fight for you, to show you that our relationship is something special. So for now, I'm here for you, however you need me. Until you can remember everything, and make a decision for yourself."

You leaned forward, surprising him by pressing your lips softly against his. "Come on, let's get back to bed." He said, standing up after you had moved back.

You glanced back towards the stairs, a look of utter defeat on your face. "I might just sleep down here tonight." You muttered, not missing the hurt look that crossed his face. "No, it's not what you think!" You quickly explained. "I just can't think about managing those stairs again."

He smiled, before quickly swooping down and picking you up in his arms. "You don't have to. You have your own personal escalator." He teased, carrying you up them quickly, and you laughed, the tense moment somewhat pushed away by his silliness.