Pairing: Wincest

Setting: Part One: mostly S8, Part Two: mostly S6

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, sadly :-I

Notes: So here we are with another story of mine. This one actually consists of a shorter story included in a longer one, so you can choose whether you want to read...

- the short version (Part One), which is basically a pretty harmonic amnesia fic
(Tags: Amnesia, Dean in denial, patient Sam, Trials workaround, everything went better than expected) or

- the long version (Parts One and Two), in which Dean loses his Sammy and gets back to the real one in breaking free from the illusion.
(Tags: Dschinn, illusion, hurt and lonely Dean, confused Sam, alternate batcave)
(Warning: the long version will contain a character death that's somewhat temporary but not quite)

Now...enjoy :)

PART ONE

Days Enchanted

1.1 Prologue

With Dean, 2011

As the stars were shining brightly in the sky, only the sound of cicadas chirping disrupted the silence of a peaceful summer evening.

The motel room offered a small yet cosy balcony that was nothing short of perfect for a good, old-fashioned beer after work.

Altogether, it might have become a nice evening.

But the hunt had gone awry.

A beer was the last thing on both brothers' minds as they got home at last – while Dean reached for the scotch right away, Sam could finally hold his comment no longer.

"Dean, you've got no reason to complain," he stressed heatedly as he tossed his jacket and shirt on a nearby chair to assess the actual damage to to his arm, which was bleeding profusely, "Compared to what would have happened if we had stuck to the plan, this is nothing."

"That's not the point, Sam," Dean countered as he turned on his heels to glare at his brother, "If we agree on not playing the bait, we don't." He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. "At the very least, you should have told me, dammit."

Narrowing his eyes, Sam held his brother's gaze for a long moment before heaving an angry sigh. "We've been working together for years, Dean," he insisted, "You can handle that without me yelling the plan all over the battlefield, and you did."

Shaking his head, Dean strode back towards the door. "Remember what I told you this morning?" he spoke at a lower volume and grabbed the first aid kit from the counter, "'If you do this, I'm not stitching you back together.'"

Frowning, Sam opened his mouth to retort, but was silenced when the bandages were carelessly tossed into his arms.

"So good luck with that," Dean grunted before walking through the door and slamming it shut.

He pointedly ignored Sam calling after him, a hint of panic in his voice.

He also disregarded the fact he had been unnecessarily cruel in that moment. Of course he'd help the idiot with his injury – but only in half an hour, or something. For the moment, Sam seemed fine enough, and Dean had to stress his point; to his younger brother, it must have felt like their everyday battle – some minor injuries here, some property damage there, but eventually a mission accomplished.

To Dean, however, it had felt much different. Sam might have only gotten his arm scratched in the end – but he had been damn close to losing his head altogether. Too damn close.

Dean had every right to be upset.

As a matter of fact, he doubted he would set the stitches right with his hands shaking like that. He was still so terrified he felt nothing but hot white fury directed at anything that came too close.

Sam could wait a couple of minutes. For the moment, as he was sitting on the Impala staring hazily at the landscape ahead, Dean needed the silence and the cool night breeze to calm down his own nerves.

Of course, it lasted only a few short minutes.

As he heard soft footfalls, he accepted in mild annoyance that Sam, stubborn as he was, would not let the matter rest.

Heaving a sigh, he finally turned his head to meet his brother's eyes, but... Dean realized too late that the dark figure approaching him was far too small to be Sam.

Before he knew it, the whole world went white.

- Prologue: End -

Notes: To prevent any confusion - this isn't what causes Dean's lack of memories, but the last event he does remember.