Dean and Sam get into a car accident, which leaves Sammy in a coma. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember anything. What will Dean do to get his little brother back?
This is dedicated to my new friend, Sammyscougar. So credit for this plot completely goes to her. I hope you enjoy this! : )
"Shit", swore Dean under his breath as he frantically paced the dimly lit hall of the hospital. It had almost been a week since he and Sam got into a car accident in which Sam suffered terrible injuries, leading to a coma. "Sure, we somehow get out freakin' fine when it's a demon or somethin' but this… this…a car accident? This is why Samantha will never get to drive my baby again."
On the night of the accident, against my good judgment I let Sam drive the Impala and look where it got us both, thought Dean as he let out a sigh of frustration. My little brother is in the ICU and the stupid doctors aren't letting me in to see him. They reasoned that there was no point in visiting as Samuel's critical situation would be disheartening for me to see.
That night was a frightening experience for Dean. It really was. One moment they were peacefully driving off to meet Bobby and the next, they were colliding into a moving truck. He hadn't gotten hurt badly; he'd only received a couple of minor cuts which were dealt with in minutes as they needed ordinary stitches. On the other hand, Sam got the worse side of things. The poor kid was in critical condition and everyone felt as if he wouldn't survive the month.
The doctors and young nurses wanted to speak to the older Mr. Smith (the alias the Winchester brothers went by) and tell him of his brother's possible fate but none of them had the courage to do so. They knew that the two young men didn't have any other family besides each other and that protective look that came onto Dean Smith's face tore their hearts, they did not want to add to his pain.
As for Dean, he knew that Sam wouldn't die. He couldn't. The younger Winchester was tough and he would brave it through. At least that's what Dean believed.
-o-o-o-o-
The doctor on duty was a kind woman. She saw the look on Dean Smith's face and she prayed that his brother wouldn't die. The hopeless look on his face as he sat there in the waiting room tore at her insides. She had children of her own and while growing up, they had been as close as a brother and sister can be but their relationship was nothing like what Dean had with Sam and she could see that. Dean had an unbreakable bond with his younger brother and although she hadn't seen Sam while he was conscious, she knew that he had the same feelings in regard to his older sibling. And how could he not? Dean was everything anyone would want in their big brother.
She walked down the quiet corridor to the ICU, her heart heavy as she entered it to examine Sam Smith before she finished her round that night. Maybe there would be some improvement in him and she would have good news to give to Dean. However, what she saw made her gasp and almost let out a scream.
-o-o-o-o-
"Mr. Smith", said a redheaded nurse timidly as she tapped a sleeping Dean on the shoulder. "Mr. Smith!"
Dean's eyes flew open. "Huh, what?" He looked around and took a sharp intake of breath when it dawned on him why a nurse would be waking him up at the middle of the night. Something had happened to Sammy. He didn't bother to listen to another word and he ran to the ICU as fast as his legs could take him. All the way there, he kept on hoping that Sam was alright.
-o-o-o-o-
He barged into the room and came to a halt when he almost bumped into the on-call doctor. "What is it?" he asked urgently. "Is Sam okay?"
She placed a hand on his shoulder and then took a glance at the bed where lay Sam. Dean's eyes followed hers and when he saw what had earlier caused her to almost scream, he laughed. Yes, Dean laughed. Why? His brother was sitting up straight on the bed looking at him in puzzlement.
Dean rushed over to Sam's side and smiled at him. "How ya feelin' Sammy?" he asked with a grin. "Ya alright? You gave me a lil' scare there." Everyone thought you weren't gonna make it, he added to himself.
Sam looked confused and he did not utter a word. He just kept on staring at Dean with anxious eyes.
"Who are you?" he finally whispered, his voice hoarse.
Dean let out another chuckle. "Geez Sam, it's no time for silly games like this", he said, shaking his head. "Now tell me, how do ya feel."
Sam bit his lip. "Who are you?" he asked again. His tone showed that he wasn't joking. He really didn't know who Dean was.
Dean exchanged a glance with the doctor, who seemed a bit uneasy. She came forward and told Dean to the leave the room, while she'd examine Sam. Dean didn't want to but he did as he was told and left quietly.
He didn't go far. He stood a short distance away from the door, leaning against the wall and tapping his foot on the tiled floor. A while later, the doctor came out and she looked pained as she said the next few words. "Your brother has lost his memory."
Dean's head was spinning. "What?" he exclaimed, taking a step away from her. "Sam's just playin' a prank on me, right? It's not 'Giving Dean A Heart Attack Day', is it?"
She shook her head, her blue eyes full of remorse. "I'm sorry", she choked out. "I'm not sure if this is permanent or not but tomorrow we'll have a specialist do a few tests on him and we'll find out soon enough. I'm so sorry Dean." And she was.
-o-o-o-o-
The next morning Sam was moved out of Intensive Care and into a private room and Dean was sitting next to him.
There was no other sound besides the television and neither brother made an attempt to talk to another. Sam still didn't know what was going on and Dean told the doctors not to say anything to him. He wanted to break the news.
"Sam", called Dean softly. "I gotta talk to you."
Sam turned his confused gaze onto Dean. "What?" he said. "Look I overheard the nurses talking and I know that I was in an accident. You're the guy that hit me, aren't you? You're the one who collided into my car with your truck."
Dean's eyes widened. What the hell was Sammy thinking? Dean would rather die himself than be the one to hurt his brother. The day after the accident, he'd left the hospital for a couple of hours to deal with the man who had been driving the truck and by the time Dean Winchester was done with him, the other guy's face was bruised and bloodied all over. That'd teach that that sonuvabitch to injure Dean's baby brother.
"You've not only lost your memory but you're crazy too!" exclaimed Dean. "I'm your brother, moron. Not that asshole that almost killed us!"
Sam looked at Dean as if he was hysterical. "I have a brother?"
"YES! That would be me."
"Yeah, so Dean, that's your name? Hypothetically speaking, let's say you are my brother, tell me about me and our family."
Dean groaned. "Your name is Sam Winchester…" he started before he was cut off by Sam.
"But my last name is Smith. Not Winchester."
"Smith is our fake name. We're actually Winchesters. You were born on May 2nd, 1983 and I'm four years older than you… our Mom died when you were a baby and we lived with our Dad."
Sam looked sad when Dean mentioned that their mother was dead. After listening to the way Dean spoke, Sam was sure that he wasn't lying or making things up. He sounded too sincere for that.
"Where do we live with our Dad?" asked Sam. Notice how he is speaking about his father in present tense.
"We didn't exactly live in one place 'cause Dad's job needed him to travel a lot. We kinda lived our life in motels all over the continental U.S but uh, you and I were born in Lawrence, Kansas."
"Where is he now? How come he isn't here?"
Dean attempted to smile but he couldn't. Talking about John was too painful. "He died a couple of years ago."
"Oh…", Sam mumbled. "What was his name? What was Mom's? How did they both die? What was this job that required Dad to travel all the time? How come he didn't settle down in one place?"
"John and Mary Winchester were our parents. Mom was killed in a fire at our house. Dad died to save my life. His job… uh, he was an ex-marine and later became a hunter. He couldn't settle down until he found the thing that killed Mom", said Dean matter-of-factly.
"What?" said Sam incredulously. "She died in a fire. Fires are accidents! She wasn't killed. As in, she wasn't murdered or something."
Dean sighed. "She was killed", he said warily.
"By whom?" demanded Sam.
"Look, I'd tell you but now really isn't the time, okay? We've gotta figure out some way to get your memory back and then we'll deal with all the shit. If I started telling our life story from the beginning, I'd be sitting here for hours and it'd all confuse the hell outta you so nah, I ain't tellin' the details."
Sam turned away from his brother and focused his attention onto the television screen. He felt as if Dean was getting irritated or may be, there was more to the Smith…err… Winchester family story then his big brother was letting on. Maybe I'm better off not knowing thought Sam.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, you are better off not knowin'."
"Did I say that out loud?" wondered Sam.
"Yeah."
-o-o-o-o-
Day two after Sam wakes up and has lost his memories:
"DEAN? SAM?" bellowed a voice, as the door of the room burst open and Bobby Singer entered through it.
"Bobby!" exclaimed Dean in relief while Sam flinched at the sound of Bobby's voice. "ThankGod you got here. Sammy here lost his memory and I dunno what to do with him."
Bobby's jaw almost dropped to the floor. How much trouble could a pair of brothers slash Demon hunters get into? Sure, they're John Winchester's boys but still… this sorta stuff doesn't happen to everybody.
He sat on the edge of the bed and held his head in his hand, mumbling all kinds of swear words. "What will I do with the two of ya? Look at how much trouble ya get into! How did this happen?"
"Car accident", said Sam, speaking up.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Since Dean hasn't gone crazy yet, I'll believe that nothin' too bad happened to his baby. Which of ya was drivin'?"
"My girl isn't in such great condition", said Dean sadly. "But she'll be alrigh' once I get the time to fix her up. Sammy was the one driving, Bobby", he said before turning over to Sam. "By the way little bro, you're never touchin' the keys to my car again. I'm the one who's gonna drive and I think we'll have to get a car-seat or something for you so that you can sit in the back."
"Not that I ain't glad you're hear Bobby, but how did you know our location?" asked Dean.
"Idjit, you're the one who left me a voice-mail! Forgettin' things already. Gettin' old, aren't ya kid?" said Bobby in amusement.
"I hate to be the one to break your conversation, but who are you?" said Sam exasperatedly.
Dean smirked. Bobby wasn't gonna like it that Sammy forgot 'bout him. The kid was gonna get in trouble.
"You. Don't. Remember. Me?" Bobby all but shouted. "He", he looked at Dean. Then to Sam, he said, "You. Can't remember nothin'?"
-o-o-o-o-
Sam fell asleep soon after Bobby arrived. Dean and Sam sat face to face in the room. "So watcha think we gotta do?" said Bobby.
Dean shrugged. "The results got back in and the doc says that damage isn't permanent. There's a fifty-fifty chance that he'll get his memory back or he'll be stuck this way forever." His tone was light as his worry was masked behind it. He didn't want Sammy to be in such a situation but at the same time he couldn't help but think that this could be a fresh start for him.
A/N: So this it for now. When I started writing this a couple of hours ago I honestly intended this to be 1000 to 1500 word one shot. But now, I'm thinking of making it a two shot. What do you think about that? I'll write the second chapter soon and you'll get to see more brotherly fluff.
P.s: This is the first time I've ever brought Bobby into one of my Supernatural fics but I wanted to try something new.
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