{doing the sticky note thing} Good morning Dean, you freaked out when I tried to wake you up so I've taken Mary to Kevin's. I'm checking the archive, coffee is in the pot, breakfast is in the fridge, I love you. Get well soon. [enclosed on back is a tiny polaroid picture of a woman with tangled back hair sitting on a swing set next to Dean. Snow has fallen but both are grinning at each other]
[ There was something about the note that confused him. Well, a lot of it confused him. Actually all of it confused him, but it was different to what he expected. He didn't remember anything, and he definitely didn't remember this.
Mary?
Kevin?
Who?
But there was one thing that stuck the most about the note.
I love you. Get well soon.
Whoever he was, someone loved him. And that meant he had to try very hard to make sure he could remember them. ]
[ Taking the polaroid off the sticky note, he examined it. Whoever the girl in the photo was, she was beautiful. And--was that him? That was definitely him. Dean. And the woman looked very happy with Dean. He assumed she made him quite happy too; his smile definitely implied that.
After staring at it a bit longer, he slid it into his pocket. He was sure it would come in handy. ]
