Disclaimer: I do not own either Supernatural nor Grey's Anatomy. It's all Shonda and Eric.

So the fic is set in season 5 of Grey's Anatomy, for my own selfish reasons, Meredith and Derek are happy, Callie has a crash on Arizona, Bailey is already an attending, George already passed his exams and is a resident as well, Danny is already death but Izzy doesn't have a cancer yet. Pweh there's so many characters in Grey's. Also Cristina and Owen.

It's a lot easier with Supernatural, which in this story is on its first season time wise.

So all the stories I write here are basically stories I would like to read, and I always wanted a Supernatural crossover with Grey's because I think it's just perfect. So I hope you enjoy!

Chapter I ! Will You Remember.

Wednesday

Meredith Grey woke up late, she really shouldn't spend the last night at Joe's, Bailey will not be happy with her being late also she has to pick up Cristina on the way. But hangover aside she's happy to throw herself into work instead of thinking about a constant drama that is her love life. She was happy with Derek but still couldn't get rid of a bad taste his relationship with Rose left.

They got to the hospital and just like she anticipated Bailey thrown them into the pit for being late.

'Great, thanks Mer I could have an interesting day with Hahn but no I'm stuck here because you cannot trust McDreamy'

'Maybe there will be a nice accident and we'll be able to dig our hands in some bodies'

'You're sick you know that' Alex could never understand those two.

'You would be happy if there was some nice trauma admit it'

'I'm not saying no' he said with a grin.

Just as they were talking the first trauma of the day arrived, all three of them were called to the ambulance bay, followed by Torres and Bailey.

'Male, mid-twenties, severe head and abdominal injury, injury to the pelvis and lower limb, his stats are very low'

'OK let's get this guy to the room, page Sheppard and ...'

'Wow, guys a mess, we need to act fast...move it people!'

When Derek got to the exam room, Torres was already setting the patients pelvis, the others were performing USG, and scans with mobile machines.

'What have we got here?

'Well, he's pelvis is already set, that leaves us with a compound fracture of a left calf, bleeding spleen and a head injury'

'Ok' he took out his pen light and started examine the patient 'Pupils ale blown to hell, he's probably bleeding into his brain, did he show any signs of waking up?'

'No at all, paramedics didn't mention it either'

'Well, he needs surgery right now if we don't want him to be brain dead'

'We need to stop the bleeding of the spleen as well' Bailey said with a bit of irritation in her voice, Derek Sheppard may be a miracle baby of neurosurgery but she was Dr Bailey damn it, she has the last word around here, always.

'You can open him as soon as I'm done, his brain is more important'

'He's not going to need it if he bleeds to death'

'That leg of his is pretty mess up I need to do it fast as well, its bleeding hard, there are probably pieces of bones damaging blood vessels'

'His heart will not survived the strain of three surgeries at once' Cristina pipes in.

'Do you have any brilliant ideas Yang?'

'I mean ...' But she didn't finish because of the sound of heart monitor.

'He's crashing let's get him to the OR stat, we'll decided on the way what is the best approach'

Derek of course won the battle, as the bleed in the spleen and leg weren't as significant.

'That's weird' he said to himself while operating. Both Bailey and Torres who were standing in the OR waiting for their turn to treat the patient raised their heads in interest.

'What is?'

'Well, the bleeding is not all that bad, but his brain has swollen largely'

'Why is that?'

'My best guess would be he received two blows to the head in a short amount of time, you said he crashed his car? Maybe he hit his head and then drove the car, caused a crash and hit his head again'

'OK but does it changes anything? Is he going to survive?'

'We'll see when or rather if he wakes up, anyway I'm done here you can take over now'

'He's pretty stable right now I think we can work on him together'

'Let's save this poor kid life, they don't even know his name. He had no documents, for now he's John Doe.'

'He's just a kid, his family probably has no idea where he is'

'Handsome as well, you can tell from the side of the face that's not swollen or cut'

'Maybe someone will show up, or the police will ran a check on the car'

'Hopefully, but if he doesn't wake up I don't think it will matter.' With that they worked silently for next few hours.

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'He's handsome'

'Yeah good looking, but younger, in coma and let's not forget our patient'

'Come on I was just pointing out.' Izzy was a little offended, she was not at all ready for a new romance and Alex knew it very well.

Now they were all waiting for Doctors to start everyday morning rounds. Torres, Sheppard and Bailey show up just in time to check on a first patient, a mysterious John Doe.

'Grey present.'

'John Doe, mid-twenties, brought yesterday, swelling to the brain is going down, there are no signs of new bleeds, abdomen laceration looks nice no sign of infection, his leg also looks better, with no signs of infection, his stats are good but he remains in coma.'

'Thank you Grey, what can we do for our patient now O'Malley?'

'Keep an eye for any signs of infection, or additional bleeding, other than that we need to wait for him to wake up, and monitor brain activity'

'Good OK, Grey, Yang you're on this case, also if you could possibly find out if police has any idea who this poor guy is. O'Malley you're in the pit, Stevens you're with Sloan for the rest of the day, Karev you're with Robbins.

When everyone scattered, Cristina couldn't help a groan that escaped her.

'Why did we get stuck with a comatose guy, it's going to be so boring!'

'I'm going to call the police see if they know something'

'Go go, I'll watch some TV with a male model in coma over here'

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Thursday

'Sir, you need to calm down, please your ribs are broken, and the trouble with breathing you're experiencing is caused by one of them pressing on your lung'

'I can't stay here, my brother is out there, let me go I need to find him'

'Sir if you calm down and tell us where your brother is I'm sure we will be able to help you and him' but the men continued to struggle against the three orderlies. George had no idea what to do when Dr Webber appeared from around the corner.

'What the hell is going on in here?' He asked O'Malley, thinking that there were always problems when that one is involved.

'Chief, they brought this guy half an hour ago, since then we cannot calm him down, they found him in the middle of the road, he's slightly dehydrated, has a severe concussion and 4 broken ribs from which one is pressing on his lungs, I'm afraid he can puncture one, if he keeps struggling like that, he's very agitated, claims his brother was with him and that someone took him. The concussion makes him very confused. And as you can see he's a friggin giant.'

'OK, sir? If you let us help you, you'll be able to go look for your brother, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be in pain now' He didn't know why, but the young man in front of him stilled and looked him in the eye

'No he wouldn't ...please can you let me go? I really need to find him!'

'Can I just give you some painkillers, I'm sure you're in pain. Is that alright with you?'

'Yeah, yeah OK' with that he approached the young man and pushed a needle into his arm. Instantly he felt the body next to him relax.

'What? What did you do?'

'It's a muscle relaxant, I'm sorry but we really need to treat you, but I'm sure if we call a Police officer in here he can take your statement and they will find your brother'

'You had no right... I don't want to talk to the police, you don't understand I need to find him.'

'Maybe there's someone we can call for you? You don't have to do it alone.'

'Call my Dad, he may not pick up but leave him a message'

'Sure, give me a number and I will call, what do you want me to tell him?'

'The number is 555-769-239... And tell him that ...'With that he lost conciseness.

'Well at least we know who to call, wait what's the name of that kid?'

'We don't know'

'How can you not know!?'

'Well he didn't make a lot of sense when they brought him in and he kept reapiting two names but we don't know which one is actually his'

'What where the names? Maybe the father will clarified that when I call him'

'Sam and Dean, no surname either'

'OK, keep me posted, wrap his ribs, and give the kid some fluids and painkillers'

Friday

Heart monitor picked up speed, making both Meredith and Cristina rush to their patient bed.

'He's waking up, page Sheppard and Bailey'

'Hey, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand, that's right you're alright, you're in Seattle Grace Hospital, you had a bit of a car crash, but the doctors fixed you and you should be all fine in no time'

'Can you tell me your name?' The patient tried to rasp out something but after two days of lying in coma his lips and throat were to dry, Meredith hurried to pick up some ice cube and put one in his mouth, they stayed silent for a moment.

'Better now? Bet you were thirsty, OK so now can tell me your name?'

She smiled to him and he smiled back a little but his eyes remain scared, unsure.

'I...I don't know? I... Don't remember anything...'

Meredith and Cristina shared a helpless glance before moving away from the bed when Sheppard stepped in and approached his patient, listening to Meredith's report, frown deepening on his face.

'OK, please don't worry, we will perform new scans, and MRI, but I'm sure it's not permanent, probably the swelling hasn't gone down completely yet, right now I want you to relax and remain calm, maybe we can find a name for you so we don't need to call you John Doe all the time, what is it are you alright?' He asked when his patient face looked troubled.

'No just I think John is a good name, it feels familiar.'

'That's a very good sign, we will call you John from now then' with that he left the room.

'Derek? Do you think he will really remember? Cause police has no idea who he is'

'There's nothing that would indicate a permanent damage. So are you staying home tonight?'

'Yeah I'm staying.'

TBC

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Here is my new story. Please let me know what you think and if you like it. Should I continue?

And a little quiz. Can you tell which is Dean and which is Sam?

Lots of Love xxx