"Who Are You?" (Dean's Pov)

                                    

                                          
[Description: Jaz goes missing, so Sam and Dean try to find her. Turns out, a witch hexed her into forgetting her life, so Dean tries to make her remember who she is]
"Where the heck could she be, Sam?"
I have panicked through the whole way here, and now that we have arrived, I'm still not sure if she has even been in this place. I see the uneasiness in Sam's eyes too, and the uncertainty.
"I don't know..." he admits, more to himself than me while looking around, pacing everything near him as if Jaz could just pop out from a bush if he looks at it hard enough.
"Let's just split up" I suggest, not bearing standing there anymore. 
If we go in our different ways, there may be a slightly higher chance of finding even just a trace of her. Sam nods, and while he turns and goes to the left side of the road, I go right. 
The highway is built inside of a forest, splitting it in two, both ways of the greens going on for miles and miles long. Jaz could be anywhere. And I know I'm willing to search under each and every rock through the whole forest, as I know Sam will too. 
I start my way in, going deeper first, then I'll have time to go sideways as I walk. 
Not more than 20'ish minutes later, the faint smell of blood hits my nose by a blast of wind, and I notice a red handprint on the side of a tree. As I rush over it, I see a symbol carved - no, painted on another tree, same red shade. It reminds me of the symbols witches use, tho I'm sure I've never seen this one before. 
Looks ancient and more complicated that anything I know of. Quickly taking a picture, I continue going deeper into the forest, now being certain that she has been here. 
Another few minutes later, I spot a body laying that I identify as hers. I run over as fast as I can, calling out for her louder each time, but she never answers. 
I don't remember getting on my knees beside her, the only thing I notice is the impact on my bones as they hit the solid ground. 
Not that I care about it anyways. 
I cautiously roll her on her back and pull her into my lap as of an attempt to position her more comfortably. I gently cup her face with my hands, shaking her a bit, still calling out her name. 
Each syllable rolls off my tongue anxiously, getting more worried and frustrated by the second.
"Jaz, please..."  I plead, fighting back the tears that threaten to break loose, my voice breaking. My voice never breaks. 
"Jaz!"  I yell this time, for which she suddenly lets out a small gasp and finally opens her eyes. They are wide and afraid, like she's having a hard time identifying where she is.
"Hey, it's okay." - I comfort her as softly as I can. "You're fine. It's gonna be okay." - I repeat.
I slide my arm under hers to help her stand as she tries to keep her balance. 
Still wide-eyed and confused, she takes too often too shallow breaths, looking around her from every angle, then her eyes stay on me. I might even be more confused than she is by her silence and panic. 
"Jaz, what's wrong?" - I ask, putting a hand on her right shoulder which she shudders to and takes an uncertain step back.
"Who are you?" - she demands, and for just the slightest moment, I think she's messing with me.