Memories Lost!
By No1butjoe
Summary - Dean is in the hospital with no memory of who he is or how he got there.
Disclaimer - I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
DEDICATION: To one of my best friends, Tiffany. Thank you for being so awesome!
"Dean!"
The name hits him like a puzzle piece that's finally fallen into place. He swallows hard, knowing in an instant that his name is Dean and whoever is in the hallway causing a ruckus is looking for him! Slowly,
he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but before he can stand, the door to his room flies open. Dean's eyes widen at the sight of who practically falls inside. A man, no older than himself stumbles in, breathing heavily. Shaggy brown hair shields his face but, just like with his name, Dean KNOWS that he should know this man. It doesn't take long for his visitor to take in his surroundings, or for his worried hazel eyes to meet Dean's vibrant green ones.
That's all it takes. Stumbling back against the bed, Dean's mind begins assaulting him with memories. His memories. His dad, hunting, Sam, the apocalypse, Bobby, Sam, all of their friends, SAM! He doesn't realize he's said the name aloud until his little brother is right next to him, gripping his arm as if afraid he'll disappear if he lets go.
"It's okay, Dean. I'm right here."
Doctors and nurses rush into the room, followed closely by hospital security, and straight at Sam, until their patient steps protectively in front of him.
"It's fine. H-He's my brother." He looks over at Sam as if asking for confirmation. A little confused, the younger man nods as the crowd in the doorway slowly disperses. Once they're alone, Sam whirls on his brother with wide eyes.
"Dean, what the hell happened? How did you get here? Why didn't you call me?!"
The questions come one right after another, preventing Dean from being able to answer even one until Sam finally stops to breathe in large gulps of air. Dean waits a few seconds.
"You done?" he asks, sarcastically. When Sam nods, he continues. "FYI, I didn't know who I was let alone who you were before you barged through that door. Your guess is as good as mine as to how I got here and as for what happened? I have no freakin' clue!"
"One minute, you were there and the next, you vanished! I thought the witch disintegrated you or something until Cas told me otherwise." It's obvious Sam's still shaken from the experience, but Dean doesn't comment on it. He needs answers.
"A witch? Is that what we were hunting?"
"Yeah. Y-You really don't remember any of this?" Sam replies, frowning worriedly.
Dean sits on the hospital bed, running a hand over his face in exasperation.
"Would I be asking if I did?" is his sarcastic answer.
Not knowing how to respond, Sam settles for silence as Dean finds his clothes in the closet and quickly gets dressed. He's been in here long enough. Too long, actually. As they're about to escape, Dean pauses.
"Quick question."
Sam glances over at him curiously, then turns immediately back to the hallway to keep an eye out for any doctors, nurses, or security guards. He doesn't have to wait long for his brother to voice what's been on his mind.
"Did you gank the bitch?"
A smile spreads across the younger hunter's face.
"She's as dead as a door nail."
Satisfied, Dean nods and they stealthily sneak out of the hospital without the staff knowing.