Chapter 1: Lost Memories
Sam sat impatiently in the impala. His muscles were tense and his head hurt. Sitting back in the passenger seat he tried to relax. His older brother Dean was off doing God knows what leaving him alone again in the car. "Watch my baby." Dean had ordered him in his best fatherly voice before he grinned and ran off towards a set of shops across the street where they had parked. Sam didn't even have a chance to say no, or even to ask if he could go with before Dean had disappeared.
"Grumble, grumble." Sam placed his hand on his empty stomach. "Damn it Dean. Where the hell are you? I'm hungry." He felt a pit in his stomach starting to grow. It felt like it had been hours since he had last seen Dean. Somehow he knew things would be worse off if he left the car alone. Sam placed his forehead against the cool glass of the window and shut his eyes. "Maybe I should take a nap." He mumbled under his breath.
Dean emerged from a shop holding a bag. He paused before crossing the street looking both ways. He didn't have much regard for the law but the lessons he learned from his father always stuck in his head. "Look both ways son. We don't want you to get laid out by a car." His father's voice echoed in his head. Dean smiled as he thought of his father. When he saw that no cars were coming Dean sprinted across the road towards the black impala. Sam's head was slumped in the front seat and Dean could see that he had drooled on the window. He chuckled under his breath. When he reached the car he formed a soft fist, and walked up to the passenger side window of his baby.
"HEY! A little help here?" Dean yelled at Sam through the window. Sitting straight up whipping the drool from his chin Sam screeched. Dean smiled broadly at his little brother, "Samantha, open the door." Sam focused in on Dean throwing him a confused then angry look. Grumbling quietly he opened the passenger side door.
"Geez Dean, you gave me a heart attack." Sam rubbed the sleep out from his eyes.
"Hehe. Well Sammy someone's got to keep you on your toes." He slammed the overflowing brown paper bag into Sam's chest. "Here put that in the back seat. We're going." Sam scrunched his face at Dean but obeyed. He was too tired to fight with him now. Dean crossed in front of the impala and opened the driver's side and slid in the seat.
"Dean when are we leaving this state? Aren't we going to Bobby's?" Sam asked without looking directly at Dean. Turning the car on Dean fiddled with the radio before answering Sam. He was thinking about his bag of goodies and what he wanted to listen to for the drive ahead of them. Sam cleared his throat reminding Dean that he had asked a serious question.
"Princess, you really need to chill out. What's your hurry? The locals tell me that Wisconsin is God's country." Dean put on an innocent face. He knew his brother was freaking out, partially because their memories of the last three days were erased but it didn't help that he had found a spell book in his pocket. Dean hated witches but something told him that whoever had given Sam that book was alright. He took his leather jacket off and threw it in the back seat. Glancing down he caught a partial view of his new Green Bay Packers t-shirt. He chuckled. The t-shirt had also materialized itself, but like the spell book Dean felt like this was his shirt. A present from someone that meant him no harm.
Sam stared at Dean again. His eyes burning a hole through his new shirt, "Dean aren't you freaked out by that shirt?" Sam pinched a little of the forest green material between his two fingers.
"Well to be honest with you, I am a Colts fan myself. But you can't deny that Brett Farve is one of the greatest quarterbacks ever." He kept his tone even not even hinting at sarcasm. His younger brother looked at him for a few seconds before he punched Dean's arm.
"Dean! You know what I mean." Sam slinked down into the seat again pouting like a 4 year old.
"Don't tell me you're a Bears fan." Dean was wide-eyed with innocence now.
Sam groaned at Dean. "Since when did you start thinking about football?"
"Since now." Dean grinned at his brother. Actually he enjoyed beer and cheese better but he wasn't going to argue. They sat in silence listening to the engine of the impala purr at them.
"Dean don't play the last three days down. Doesn't it bother you at all?" Sam was looking out the window of the impala now towards the highway.
"Does what bother me Sam?" Dean already knew the answer.
"The fact that we can't remember anything. Your shirt, this book. I mean where did they come from." Sam was almost whispering, like he didn't want anyone to hear that he was feeling weak. He was holding the small blue spell book that had materialized in his jacket pocket.
Dean thought for a few seconds, from his experience when memories whipped themselves clean it was usually for a good reason. Unless the days were filled with booze and babes he was just content to let them stay lost. "Nope." He answered Sam with confidence and a smile. Putting the impala in reverse he headed off towards the highway. "Hey! I totally got you a present." Dean was chuckling under his breath again. Sam turned and stared at his brother.
"A present? Dean where DID you go while we were stopped?" He paused, "I hope it's not porn. I don't think I could take that right now." Sam's voice went to a whisper again.
Dean reached back into the brown paper bag sitting in the back seat. "Just a sec, I swear you are gonna love what I got you. It's way better then porn." He rested his legs against the wheel of the car causing them to swerve slightly into the other lane of traffic.
"DEAN! Come on!" Sam grabbed the wheel righted the car. After a few seconds of labored breathing Dean brought his attention back to the front seat and the road.
"Here." Dean threw a dark colored t-shirt in Sam's lap. He had a shit eating grin on his face which made Sam a little scared.
"Ah Dean you shouldn't of." Sam made a face in Dean's direction.
"Read it! Just read it!" Dean was trying hard not to laugh. Sam started to unfolded the green t-shirt slowly. "Read it out loud dumb-ass." Sam threw an exasperated look Dean's way.
"Good solid, dairy fed, packer backing, all star, all American, rock your world." Sam read outloud. "Wisconsin GIRL? Dean?" Dean's face lit up slightly.
"The shirt just screamed your name Samantha!" Dean chuckled as he exited onto the freeway towards Bobby's house.