Lest We Forget
Summary
The brothers lose more than just their way when investigating missing hikers - Who would have thought that something so small could cause so much trouble?
DisclaimerWhat we still have to do this? Sighs Ok, don't sue, I'm only playing in TETIK land…they belong to him not me…I promise to give them back in almost one piece though.
Author's NoteThis is not the sequel I promised to With The Coming of the Dawn (sorry!)- It's an attempt at a more light-hearted fic. Damned plot bunny refused to leave and was threatening to eat my SN DVD's, so what's a fan girl to do?
Dedicated to Katrine – a girl who knows how to have a laugh and make others laugh too…not to mention a wonderful Beta – Thank you.
Warnings
There will be some bad language, mostly the F, S and P words, not overly much but if you want a fic with no swearing, please do not read this one. There may be some violence and more than likely some angst – hope you don't mind.
Other than that, please read, review, and please let me know what you think...not sure if I can write humour but thought what the hell- give it a go!
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Prologue
"Dude, I think you just pissed it off."
"It should have done more than that- who the hell puts rock-salt in a shotgun?" The shorter of the two young men muttered angrily.
"Apparently you do" The taller man commented.
The first glared at his companion. "And what was that freakin thing? That was one fugly bear!"
"I really don't think it was a bear- I doubt swinging out from under a bridge is normal bear behaviour"
"How on earth would you know? A few hours ago you didn't even know your name Sam"
"Neither did you Dean!"
"Well if it wasn't a bear, what was it?"
"Apart from being pissed at being shot at with rock-salt?"
"If you can't say anything constructive, don't say anything at all"
"You're like a bear with a sore head aren't you?" Sam commented with a grin.
"Shut the hell up beanpole" Dean couldn't help the grin tugging at his mouth.
"Maybe it was a mutant sloth or something?" Sam speculated.
"Mutant sloth? – Are you sure you haven't been eating magic mushrooms?"
"Who knows?" Sam responded. In fact asides from their names they didn't know much. Both he and the man walking next to him had stumbled across each other earlier that day. Both dirty and dishevelled, neither with any memory of whom they were nor how exactly they had come to be here. His companion, Dean, he reminded himself was not exactly dressed for hiking in jeans, a white t-shirt, a green over-shirt and a leather jacket. Then again, he was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, a striped shirt and a brown hoodie, so obviously neither of them was experienced hikers. Who in god's name wears so many layers in summer time anyway? He thought grouchily.
Dean Hagle and Sam Brenne…if it wasn't for their Driving Licences they wouldn't even know their names. The shotgun had come as a bit of a surprise to the young man- it had been more than a little worrying to come across a confused man with a shotgun who had no memory. Then again, he had pointed his gun first…
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Earlier that day…
"Jesus, what hit me?" Moss green eyes opened slowly, confusion and pain warring for supremacy.
"What the…?" He glanced around. He was lying on his back in the middle of a forest, the sun warm on his face. For some reason he felt relaxed, carefree…that was until he realised he had no idea where he was. This thought was followed quickly by why am I here? Then more concernedly, who am I?
He sat bolt upright. That was a mistake as the pain in his head suddenly exploded, stars dancing in front of his eyes. He looked around and saw a shotgun lying at his feet. Automatically he reached out to pick it up, it felt familiar, reassuring…and if that didn't worry him more…
Not too far away, soft, warm hazel eyes opened, the expression mirroring the others. This time though confusion was not the first feeling, no, he felt at peace, rested. But something wouldn't let him rest; something hard was digging him in the back. Reluctantly the young man sat up and reached behind him…there was a handgun in the waistband of his jeans…shit…He looked at the gun…was this his? Then he looked around, "What's going on?" He whispered. He had no idea where he was, how he had come to be here or why. He couldn't even remember his name…
The tall dark haired young man had been walking through the forest when ahead he heard the snap of a branch- almost of its own accord his hand reached behind him and pulled the handgun from his jeans. He could see a figure moving ahead and quietly crept up behind it. Better safe than sorry-he thought. Who knew who else was out here- for all he knew he could have been attacked and that was why he had no memory- his head certainly hurt enough to have been hit, and he had been unconscious. Just as he stepped out from the path the figure spun raising the shotgun. Both men stood, each looking down the barrel of a weapon, though in the dark haired man's case it was two barrels.
"Who the hell are you?" The other man demanded.
"Er…" I don't know did not seem to be the right answer when looking down the twin barrels of a shotgun, and this man looked like he could handle both it and himself.
"I said, who the hell are you and why are you following me!"
"I wasn't! I'm just lost!"
"So you are pointing a gun at me because…"
"Look this probably sounds weird but I have no idea why am I here, or where even here is. Until a few minutes ago, I didn't even know my name…its Sam by the way…" He smiled engagingly, and hopefully disarmingly, and fixed his earnest gaze on the other man.
Sam lowered his gun and held out his hands. He didn't know why but despite the fierce look on the other man's face, he felt an almost innate sense of trust towards him.
What threw him though was the look of relief in the other man's expression…"Thank god, I was beginning to think I was going nuts. Ditto by the way, and the names Dean." He pointed the shotgun away from Sam and held out his hand. He did not know why he felt he could trust the younger man opposite but he did, and with no memory, instincts were all he had left to rely on.
They quickly exchanged what little they knew about what had happened.
"So, you've no idea where we are either." Sam asked the other man.
"Nope"
"Have you a phone?"
"Yes, but no signal."
"Same here."
"Fuck". Dean kicked at a mound of grass.
"So do you want to pick a direction…?" Sam waved his arm in an all-encompassing motion.
"Aren't you supposed to stay put if you get lost?"
"Yeah but that's assuming anyone knows we're here."
"Good point. But what's the chance of two strangers not telling people where they are going?"
"About as likely as two gun carrying strangers losing their memories and bumping into each other in the middle of a forest I'd say."
"Anyone ever tell you you have a smart mouth Sam?"
"How would I know?"
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They had wandered aimlessly for a few hours until they had found a more well worn trail that had led to a stone bridge over a steep gully. Sam had just stepped onto it when a huge, hairy shape had swung over the side of the bridge, snarling.
Dean had automatically raised the shotgun and fired at the creature, point blank. It roared and charged at them, Sam had fired his handgun and the creature never even slowed.
The two men looked at each other, gob smacked and both fired again with no effect. They looked down at their guns, back up at the now obviously enraged creature, and then back to each other. Their faces had almost identical comical 'o's of surprise, and they came to the same conclusion - "Shit!" and turned to run…
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So...is this ok? - Should I continue...please let me know- I love to hear from you!
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And just for Catbeist…
"Holy Memory Loss Batman"
"Do I know you?"
"What? Holy sidekick Batman, its Robin!"
"Why are we wearing tights Robin?"
"We're in disguise - we're Superheroes. "
"It doesn't disguise much Robin...in fact it leaves very little to the imagination at all...and Robin?"
"Yes Batman"
"What kind of Superheroes wear roller-skates with Bats on them?"
"It's a long story...Once upon a time there was a world known as Supernatural and a nefarious and tricky foe know as Evil Fan Girl..."
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