Title: Piece by Piece
Summary: .:Tag to 6x01 "Exile on Main Street" :. "What? Did you lose the ability to send a friggin' text message?" Sam lost a lot more than that.
Genre: Angst / Hurt / Comfort
Warnings: Spoilers up until 6x01, mentions of torture, lots of angst.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Never have, never will!
A/N: Just a little something I came up with after rewatching the episode. Hope you enjoy!
Piece by Piece
It was the little things that slipped away first.
Little, inconsequential things like what he ate that one Thursday that Dean was sleeping in from a midnight hunt and the colour of the roses outside his babysitter's house and the name of the girl who gave him his fourth ever kiss.
Sam was surprised he even remembered these things enough to forget them, oddly enough.
They were things he wouldn't even think of remembering before.
But it was building up more and more.
The password to his laptop went by quickly. As did the plot of that novel he had reread so often. And the lyrics to his favourite song too.
Those were harsh things to lose, things he thought essential to life. The things that made Sam... well... Sam. They were little devastations in their own way.
But nothing could compare to the next losses.
The harsh growl of his adoptive uncle's voice. The feel of the Impala's leather against his aching back. The beautiful blonde curls that flowed perfectly across his proud mother's face. The always relieved breath his father expelled when a hunt was over and they were all safe.
And then... and then...
Oh! How he clung to that image so very hard! Harder than anything else! It was a lifeline that the knives and the pain and the fear just could not touch.
When his fingers forgot the right way to grip a fork and to tap on a phone and to use a pen; Dean's grin shone gloriously through all that.
When his mouth forgot how to taste and chew food and how to form words and how to smile; Dean's shining eyes filled him with hope.
When his mind forgot how to discern feelings and to recognise faces and how to remember; Dean's... Dean... De...
Eventually, he forgot the name too.
He wasn't devastated though... because somewhere along the way... he had lost him... somewhere between losing his mind and losing his skin, he lost his grip on an image he no longer remembered remembering. It was already too late.
There was laughter around him as blood boiled and wounds festered, as bones broke and hearts shattered. Just like he always remembered there being.
And then one day there wasn't. It was suddenly so very cold and his back was against something wet and hard and something cool and refreshing dripped on his face... but it wasn't painful.
His eyes opened, took in the starry night and his back arched, breath a sharp gasp as he clasped his head.
Memories were filling him up.
-thursday-rose-kiss-password-plot-lyrics-growl-impala-curls-breath-fork-phone-pen-food-words-smile-feelings-faces-remember-remember-remember!!!
Grin
Eyes
Dean
DEAN!
Sam remembered.
His face was long since drowned through before he realised that those were tears on his face and nothing else.
It wasn't raining anymore.
Well, he could always pretend.