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A/N: I know it's been a while since I've worked on my pie!verse. Well here is a special one for Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Wednesday: Thanksgiving Eve
It's been three months since they have arrived in Sioux Falls. Dean was adamant that they would not take a job until Sam was feeling better. After the fiasco that occurred the month before on a simple salt-n-burn, Dean had officially put the Winchester brothers on leave. It was heartbreaking for Sam. Sam hated that he couldn't remember small things. This last one has Sam feeling really bad because it almost cost him Dean.
The one most important thing to make sure in a simple salt-n-burn is that the lighter is full. Over and over, Dean reminded Sam that he needed to fill the lighters and fill the salt tins. Dean didn't want to sound like a broken record. And Sam knew why Dean kept asking, but it was getting on his nerves. He snapped. There was a mini argument and Dean stepped out for a while. Well, he didn't go far. After Sam was attacked and was in the hospital Sam unconsciously made a point to stay put and if they needed to cool off Dean would be the one to step out.
Well this particular day, Dean stepped out and Sam slumped on the bed and pulled out his laptop. There was a site that Bobby had told him about that could help his memory, so while Dean was gone he thought he could work on that.
Dean was gone maybe fifteen minutes. When he came back, with food and beer, the tension was no longer there. They didn't say anything. Not that anything needed to be said. Dean knew it was difficult for Sam and that he was trying hard.
Dean handed him his beer and clanked his own beer to Sam's and turned back to the table that had the weapons and finished the final touches on them.
Later on that night, in the cemetery, things didn't go as planned. Dig the grave. Pour in the salt and gas. Light it up and watch it burn. With each other watching their backs, it should be relatively simple.
Not this night. They dug the graves, poured the salt and the gas. Dean was just about to go for the lighter when the ghost showed up. Sam at the ready with the salt gun, shot her and she disappeared. Dean fumbled with the lighter. One eye on the lighter and the other on Sam. Even though Sam was on 'guard duty' and Dean was the front line, Dean couldn't help that he still had to watch out for Sam. After a few minutes of Dean trying to start the lighter he asked if Sam filled the lighters like he asked. Dean didn't miss the sinking of Sam's shoulders when he asked that question. Sam didn't answer and Dean didn't push. Dean knew he forgot. After everything that was said the night before, Sam still forgot. Dean rushed towards the duffel bag in search of the matches that were in there. He really didn't want to use matches because they tend not to work when it's raining or windy. This particular night there was a strong breeze and lighting a match would be doubly hard because you would have to block the wind.
Dean pulled out the matches, lit them and dropped them in the grave, but not before she made her appearance again. She was rushing towards Dean when she burst into a big flaming ball and disappeared.
The ride back to Bobby's was a quiet one. Dean wasn't angry. He was worried. He thought getting the guy to stop whatever hold he had on Sam would bring Sam back to normal. But it didn't. He did get better but not like he was before. Sam was forgetting things and this was bothering Dean.
Sam felt so bad that he forgot all about the lighters. He didn't intend to forget. And it didn't help that he yelled at Dean to leave him be, that he would remember. And when it came down to it, he still forgot.
Now, it's been a month. Any cases that came up, Dean told Bobby to have someone else do it. They were on hiatus for the moment. Or until Sam's memory would come back. Not only was Sam having problems with his memory, he was also blacking out. Just a few minutes at a time. Thankfully it never happened while they were on a hunt, but it was still scary.
Today was going to just be a regular day in the life of the Winchesters, but then when is anything ever regular. Dean woke up and groggily went to the bathroom to take care of needed business. When he came back to the room that's when he noticed it. No Sam.
"Sammy," Dean called out.
No answer. Dean quickly got dressed and rushed down the stairs. What he was greeted with had his jaw slacked opened. There were groceries galore all over the kitchen. Dean slowly walked over to the many bags of food. He looked through the bags, there were vegetables, seasonings, a turkey, pie shells and an array of odds an ends.
While Dean was eying all the food in disbelief, Sam bustled through the door with another set of bags in his hands.
"Dean!" Sam had the biggest grin on his face. "You're up." Sam walked over to the table and put the last of the bags that he had in his hand down on the table.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Sammy, what is all this?"
"Thanksgiving."
"Okay," Dean drawled out. "So."
"Dean you are aware that Thanksgiving is tomorrow."
"Yeah, so," Dean said, pulling out the soup can from the bag. "What does that have to do with us?"
"We're having Thanksgiving dinner," Sam smiled.
Dean couldn't help but smile at his brother. Sam looked like a little kid in a toy store. Leave it to baby brother to get giddy during the holidays, Dean thought. Well, might as well play along.
"So what are you planning on making, seeing is how you have the entire store in Bobby's kitchen."
Sam regaled Dean of the scrumptious dinner that he wanted to have. From the turkey with all the trimmings to the dressing, stuffing, and macaroni and cheese to the green bean casserole and sweet potatoes all the way down to the pumpkin, pecan and apple pies for dessert. Dean couldn't believe the menu that Sam had planned.
"Don't you think that's a little much for three people," Dean asked now helping his brother put the food up.
"No," Sam said with confidence. "Plus, it's not going to be just you, me, and Bobby."
"It's not," Dean's eyebrow arched in questioning. "Who else is coming?"
"Later, I'm going to call Pastor Jim and Caleb to come tomorrow." Dean put his head down. This was not going to end well. "If I call them early enough they can make it here by dinner time tomorrow." Sam was still putting things away.
Dean walked over to Sam.
"Sammy," Dean said. "Sam, stop."
"What? There is so much that has to be done. I can't stop now."
"Sam," Dean said a little louder. Sam stopped where he stood and looked at Dean.
"What, Dean?" Sam said still having a small smile on his face, so excited to actually have a family Thanksgiving dinner with his brother and not have to fake it with a girl that he knew in school.
"You can't call Pastor Jim or Caleb." Dean hated what he was going to have to do next. He so loved seeing Sam happy and carefree. But it was better this way than to have to wait.
"What? Why not? I want everyone to be here when we have Thanksgiving dinner."
"They won't be here." Dean was trying to make this difficult situation just a little bearable for his baby brother.
"What are you talking about?"
"Pastor Jim and Caleb are dead. Meg killed them."
Dean looked at Sam. He hated doing this to Sam. In the next few seconds he saw his little brother go from giddy happy to dejected and depressed. How could Sam have forgotten that Pastor Jim and Caleb were dead. It's been years since Meg killed them.
"Sammy," Dean said.
"It's okay, Dean," Sam said putting the food back down and walking in the study.
Dean followed Sam to the doorway and watched as Sam slumped down on the couch. Dean walked in the study and pulled the chair and sat right in front of Sam. For a while nothing was said between the two brothers. Sam sat on the couch shoulders sagging, head bowed, looking at his hands that were on his lap. Dean just sat across from his little brother and did nothing. He just sat there so that Sam knew that he was there for him.
Sam so hated forgetting things. Why did he have to go to that convenience store? Why couldn't he had waited for Dean to come with him. He just wanted to go for a drive and now it has cost him more than ever.
He loved his brother so much. He just sat there. He didn't say anything. He didn't judge him. He didn't make fun of him. Well, that's not entirely true. Dean does make fun and tease Sam, but not when it comes to this.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments more. But Dean finally broke that silence.
"So, um," Dean nodded his head. Sam looked up at his brother. "You ready to put up this food? If we're going to have this dinner ready by tomorrow night, we need to get started soon"
A small smile crept on Sam's face.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Even though some of the menu got cut, there was still a lot to do. It was decided that the turkey, mac and cheese and green bean casserole and apple pie. (Sam was adamant about the pie.) So the boys worked feverishly on the dinner. With the help of Bobby, they all worked on one thing. Bobby made the turkey, even though it wasn't really going into the oven until tomorrow. He still wanted to soak the turkey in brine so that it would be good tomorrow. Dean made the macaroni and cheese. Sam and Dean both tackled the green bean casserole. And Sam again was determined that he would make the pie. While they finished the green bean casserole, Sam left the kitchen.
"Where you going," Dean called out.
"I'll be right back," Sam hollered back from the stairs.
Sam's POV
Sam went in their room and search Dean's duffel for their dad's journal. He found it and started looking throughout the pages. He knew it was there, he just had to find it.
The light in the room began to bother him. He could feel the small building of a headache coming. Sam rubbed his hand across his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath and started looking through the journal again. He found it. He pulled the small note card out of the book and headed down stairs. For some reason he knew he had to hurry and get down stairs. He didn't know why it was really important that he get to the kitchen, but he knew he had to.
When he got to the kitchen, his heart sank. No Dean. Sam was really beginning to panic. He didn't know why he was so worried, but he knew that he had to find Dean.
"Dean," Sam called out.
No answer.
"Dean." A little louder. Still no answer.
Sam walked in the study. No Bobby. Now Sam was really panicking. He was sweating. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. The note card that Sam had was now creasing in a clenched fist. Sam walked to the back door. He opened it and if he thought he couldn't get anymore scared, he was wrong. The Impala was gone.
No Dean. No Impala. He left. He really left me, was all that was reeling in Sam's head.
No Dean. "No," Sam said. "He would not leave."
Sam started walking down to the bone yard. Tears burning in the back of his throat. Threatening to come out of his eyes. He so hated this. He didn't know why he was so scared. And to still have a headache to boot.
All he wanted was to have a calm family Thanksgiving with his brother and 'uncle'. Was that too much to ask for?
Dean's POV
Dean watched his brother run up the stairs. He shook his head. He walked back in the kitchen and saw Bobby on the phone.
"Yeah," Bobby said on the phone. "Alright. Okay. I'll be there." He hung up his cell.
"What was that all about?" Dean walked over to him.
"Jody wants me to do something for her. She thinks she might have found a case."
"Bobby, no."
"I'm not asking you. I'm going. Listen, everything is done for the turkey. All you have to do is put it in the oven tomorrow. That's if I'm not back in time."
"Sam wanted this. Can't you just see what it is and come back tonight. Sam really wants this dinner."
"I know. I'll try. It may not even be anything. But I promised I would check it out. It's not like I'm leaving the state. I'm just going to the station. That's it. Look, I know you're worried about Sam. I am too. But let's just take it one day at a time. Okay?"
Dean nodded.
"He's getting better."
"Bobby, he wanted to invite Caleb and Pastor Jim. He's still forgetting things."
"But he was doing alright with making the casserole. One day at a time." Bobby walked towards the door. "I'll try and get back tonight. If not in the morning."
Bobby walked out of the house. After a few seconds he came back in.
"Oh by the way, don't burn my house down."
"Get out of here, old man," Dean said.
Bobby nodded and walked out of the house. Dean checked on the macaroni and the casserole in the oven. Both looking very good. (if he do say so himself). He knew they still had a ways to go so he went outside to check on the Impala. It was in the garage. Dean had planned on tuning it up and giving it an oil change but got sidetracked with dinner. Not that he didn't welcome the chance to just spend time with his brother. Now more than ever since everything that has happened. He really hoped that Sam was getting better. But the setback of Sam forgetting that Jim and Caleb were dead worried Dean. Hopefully, the rest of the day would go smoother. Dean grabbed his coat and walked to the garage. He opened the hood of the Impala and began changing the plugs. Keeping an eye on the time not to burn dinner, Dean kept working. Then he heard something that instantly made his heart leap in his chest.
"Dean," Sam called out.
Dean heard the tone of which Sam called and knew instantly that he was in full panic. He put the wrench down on the workbench and came out of the garage just in time to see that Sam was walking in the bone yard shoulders slumped. And with no jacket.
Dean shook his head and ran back in the house. He checked on the dinner as to make sure that it was okay. He pulled out the macaroni and cheese and the green bean casserole. Once he was satisfied that dinner would not burn because he knew that would break Sam's heart he grabbed Sam's jacket and ran back out of the house to go see what was wrong with his little brother.
No POV
When Dean got out side, he saw that Sam was still walking throughout the stretch of cars.
"Sammy," Dean called out.
Sam stopped instantly when he heard Dean's voice and turned around. Dean walked over to Sam. Sam just stood there in mere confusion as Dean closed the gap between them.
"You-you d-didn't leave," Sam whispered out.
Dean's brow creased in confusion as he wrapped Sam's coat around him.
"What are you talking about," Dean said. "Of course I didn't leave. Where would I go? What's going on, Sammy?"
"You left. You weren't in the kitchen," Sam grabbed Dean's jacket. His own falling on the ground. "I called you and you were gone."
Dean closed his eyes and then looked up at his distraught brother.
"Sammy," Dean sighed. "I would never go anywhere without you."
"The car is gone." Sam said then the pain in his head became too much and he squinted his eyes shut.
"Okay," Dean said pulling out of Sam's grip. He bent down and picked up Sam's coat and once again wrapped it around his shoulders. "Your head is hurting, isn't it?"
Sam nodded. His eyes still closed.
"Alright, come on." Dean grabbed hold of Sam's arm and they walked back to the house.
Sam still didn't know what happened to the car and he stopped half way towards the house. Dean looked at him.
"What, Sammy?"
"The car. Where is it? Someone took the car."
"Sammy," Dean was now facing Sam. "The car is in the garage. That's what I was doing. Working on the car. Don't you remember? I told you that I wanted to tune the car and change the oil."
That was the breaking point. Sam looked at Dean. His heart completely broken. Then his eyes rolled in the back of his head and Sam went straight down.
"SAMMY!"
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Sam's head was throbbing. There was a constant beeping that was getting on his last nerve. He wanted to open his eyes but they felt like someone had glued them shut. He tried to move his hand but they too felt like something was holding his fingers still. He tried to squeeze his hand again but was met with resistance.
Then all of a sudden he was met with a rush of calmness. He knew all he needed to do was get to the source of the calm. The more he moved towards the calmness the less of that infernal beep he would hear.
Then he was purely surrounded with nothing but calm, peace and tranquility. Being here, he never wanted to leave. Then he saw it. Well actually someone. He couldn't help but smile.
"Mama."
TBC
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