Sorry about all the stuff, I've been on a vacation. My posts will probably be more spread out after school starts so, you know. This is my first fanfic with the grown up Winchesters, I have issues writing them after what Eric did with them at the end of season 6, I cried because I was so pissed, lol.

So I do not own any of the things such as Supernatural, its characters, OR the titles witch are from The Cat And The Mouse, by The Used.

The Cat And The Mouse: He Wears His Heart Pin To His Back Pack

his backpack is all that he knows

He fiddled with the saltshaker, sitting at the table at the small town Diner. He couldn't remember how he got there. He knew there was something, or someone he had to get too. His stomach was in knots over a worry unknown, his hands covered with blood that was from gashes unknown, and his head filled with the thought of memories unremembered. "-want?... Sweet heart? What can I do for you?" A woman in a lime green cat suit that was much too small for her old and rather plump body. "Umm, yeah sorry. I'll just have some black coffee miss." She smiled, writing it down. As she walked away, she patted his arm, "Must've been great last night."

He pulled out his wallet and looked for some sort of ID, he found his drivers license, "Sam Bellamy" was written on it, interesting name... the last name is kinda weird though. He decided to go with that as his name, because why would he have an ID on him that wasn't his? Sam decided to try and figure out what happened and who he was, he looked around, finding nothing familiar around the diner he pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket, he speed dialed number one a Dean person. Sam waited for the gut to pick up, "Sam? Sam!" He hung up, kind of creped out, he knew that voice but had no idea who the owner of it was. He searched some other pockets and found a knife, oh, I was just Mr. kind and personable wasn't ? He quickly put the knife away so no one would see and become frightened.

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin as the woman set the coffee on the table harshly, "Sorry about that sweetie, kitchens backed up a bit, here's your ticket." She also placed the bill on the table, Sam smiled. He drank the coffee silently, trying to remember anything. His head started hurting and at first, he thought that maybe he was trying to hard to remember, but it just got worse and worse until he had a total white out.

They were dying all of them. He couldn't stop it as they all started bleeding from their eyes and ears, he could only watch it happen.

He squinted his eyes open a little, rubbing his temple. He was back in the diner, did I? Is that how they died? he thought, but they were all around him, still walking and breathing. He stood up quickly from the table and paid, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. He steadied himself with the doorframe as he left. Sam walked in the direction he had come from when he woke up slouched up against the garbage cans, he found a motel close by and checked in to it. Sam flopped down on the bed furthest from the window, realizing he had asked for two beds and not one, okay, weird I'll say that much. His cell rang and he saw it was that Dean guy again, he let it ring, not sure of who he was.He ran a hand through his hair trying to remember it all, then he had a bad feeling. The people at the diner, they had all died in his head ach daze thing and he didn't think they were going to dye or anything, at least not in the logical part of his mind, but he still needed to get there, something was wrong.

Sam entered the diner cautiously, glancing around at everyone, the same people were there that were there earlier were there now, all unharmed. Sam shook his head, trying to rid it of his stupid thoughts. He smiled when the woman came up next to him, "Oh hi there, you came back. We were worried when you left so quickly earlier sir." He frowned, "Oh no, I just remembered I had left something at the hotel I had to take care of."

"Well what can I help you with now?" Sam straightened his shirt , "Umm, I'm- I'll do breakfast." She nodded and showed him to his seat. He ordered some pancakes, he wasn't actually hungry but he didn't want to seem strange even though they were already staring at him. He wasn't surprised though, he guessed this town didn't get allot of visitors. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he looked around to see a new man come in the diner (( describe yellow eyes ))

tSam didn't think he knew he man but he felt hate for the man, he felt the fork bend under his hands. He stabbed at the pancake and ate it. The man took a table and then stood up, he slung Sam against the wall with out even touching him. Sam struggled against the pull of the man's force.

Dean woke in a motel bed, when he realized that he didn't know how he got there he wasn't really surprised. He slid one hand to the knife under his pillow and looked over at his brother, or where he should have been, but he wasn't there. Dean jumped up and looked around, holding his knife tightly. He searched for sign of his brother's past presence but found none. Dean's stuff was in his bag and his clothes were still on. He went to the motel manager and asked for what name he checked in under, it was his own name, with his real last name.

Dean grabbed his shit, shoving his gun in the back of his pants, he hopped in the Impala and then stopped, wondering where he would be going, he heard his phone ringing and he picked up, it was Sam. "Sam? Sam!" and then Sam hung up, Dean had only a few ideas of what that might mean; one Sam was in trouble and could only dial, two Someone else had Sam's phone and third he was in some random ass situation where he would hang up on Dean. Well, that's awesome all of these suck major ass.

Dean decided to call Bobby, " Boy, what the hell you idjets gotten me into this time?"

"Bobby, you heard from Sam?"

"What the hell are ya saying boy? You don't know where he is?"

"Listen Bobby, I just- I woke up in this motel and Sam isn't here and I have no idea where he is."

"Well what were you doing last night, or should I ask who?"

"Bobby, it's not like that, I don't remember, I woke up with all my clothes on and I checked in under my real name."

"Okay son let me find us a Sam."

Dean frowned and went to a gas station near by where he bought some booz and chocolates. Dean dialed Sam's number, but he wouldn't pick up, he paid the cashier, disappointed it wasn't a hot chick he could hit on. He went back to the impala, filling her up, His phone rang and he picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey Dean."

"Oh, it's you."

"Well thank you," Bobby said sarcasticly.

"I was just hoping it was Sam."

"Well I tracked his cell and he is in a small town about 3 hours out from you right now."

"I'm on it."

"Dean.. Just don't be unusually reckless, okay?"

"Sure Bobby." Dean said, hanging up and driving away.