A/N: So I originally posted this on AO3 but I thought you guys might like it here too :)

I do not own any of the people in this story. They all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. Please enjoy

Pairing: Sam/Dean

1.

Dean groaned softly and winced raising an arm to shield his eyes from the sun. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his blurry vision and swallowed, coughing a few times at how dry his mouth was.

"Dean? Oh thank god you're awake I was so worried about you." A low but slightly soothing voice broke his sound barrier before he saw warm brown eyes. And very long hair.

He took in more of his features as his vision started clearing. His skin was lightly tanned, hair a sort of milky chocolate brown, He was young, maybe his early twenties Dean guessed.

"...Who are you?" Dean croaked.

The young man blinked a little bit. "Dean? It's me...Sam?"

"Your brother has amnesia, most likely due to the car crash he was in in," the doctor explained. "For now it's unclear as to whether or not he will regain any of the memories he lost, but the best thing to do is to just help him adjust."

"How much does he remember?" Sam asked. "The year? The date? Anything."

"He does remember current events at this point but everything else will be up to him," the doctor answered.

Sam nodded a little and ran a hand through his hair. "Well am I allowed to check him out? Take him home?"

"You'll need to sign a few release papers," the doctor told him. "I'll leave them with the nurse."

Sam walked back into the room and saw Dean sitting up in the hospital bed. He was talking to the nurse taking his blood pressure, all smiles, flirting lightly,but nothing blatantly obvious.

Aside from looking paler, a little worse for wear and exhausted, he seemed fine. He looked and saw Sam, smiling a little wider.

"Sammy," he grinned.

Sam's heart flip flopped a little. Seeing the small quirk of his lips as he grinned and sat up more. He thanked the nurse and watched her leave before giving his full attention. He cleared his throat awkwardly and walked over.

"Good news, doctor said that we can head home, and I have a change of clothes for you, wasn't sure what you wanted so I kinda brought a few selections," Sam told him.

He picked up the bag he had set down when he first saw Dean awake and set it on the bed. "I'm going to go fill out some forms for the nurse and bring the car around okay?"

Dean nodded and looked in the bag before carefully getting up and going into the room's adjacent bathroom. Sam walked back out and down the hall to the nurse's station and quickly filled out the forms. He caught himself before he put down his real info.

He winced realizing how much explaining all this to their father was going to be. If he even picked up the phone.

He handed the forms back and took the keys to the Impala out of his pocket as he walked outside to the parking lot and was pulling up to the front of the hospital as Dean was wheeled outside.

Sam chuckled a the look of pure awe that dawned on Dean's face when he saw the classic, literally jumping out the chair and walking over as Sam got out.

"This is your car?" Dean asked.

He looked almost too hesitant to touch it.

"Actually, it your's car," Sam answered, getting out and coming around to open the passenger door for him.

"...You've got to be shitting me. This is my car? A 1967 Impala? The mother of all classics?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, smiling. "It is. We've had some good times in this car."

Dean let out an appreciative whistle as he carefully slid inside the car. Running his fingers over the leather. Sam shut the door and got back in the driver seat.

"You hungry?" Sam asked, pulling out of the parking lot. "There's a diner that we can go to that's not to far away."

Dean nodded. "I could eat," he smiled at Sam again. Flashing his pearly whites.

Dean groaned around the mouthful of burger. He couldn't remember the last time he tasted something so good, but then again he couldn't really remember anything. He looked up from his burger and saw Sam eating a sort of veggie burger.

"How can you eat that?" Dean asked, wrinkling his nose.

"It's good," Sam defended his burger and pulled his plate closer to him.

"Looks like rabbit food to me," he snorted and went back to his burger.

Sam rolled his eyes and focused on his food.

Dean occasionally kept glancing at him. He had this feeling like he knew Sam. Knew him for a long time but nothing was really ringing a bell.

He picked up the soda he got and took a long drink.

"So...what are we?" Dean asked, breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, wiping his mouth.

"What's our relationship? I mean we obviously know each other right?" Dean asked.

Sam managed a nod. "Yeah...long time…"

"So?" Dean motioned his hand in an effort to get him to continue.

"Let's just finish eating," Sam answered instead.

Dean huffed a little but his hunger made him drop the subject. For now.

After they paid, courtesy of Sam, they walked back outside to the Impala. Dean still couldn't believe that the car was his.

Sam held the door open for him and waited until he was inside before shutting the door.

Dean replayed what Sam had. They've known each other a long time, and they're close. The way Sam's eyes filled with concern every time he looked at Dean was a dead giveaway.

"Are we dating?"

Sam grunted as his head hit the roof of the car as he got in. His eyes were a little wide with surprise and his jaw a little slack.

"Well?" Dean prompted. "Are we?"

Sam swallowed. "...It's uh...still new…" he answered weakly. "I didn't want to overload you…"

"But..if you're my boyfriend...wouldn't it make sense for you to tell me?" Dean asked.

"We had a fight," Sam answered.

It wasn't a lie persay. They really did have a fight before the ghost slammed Dean into the wall like he was a rag doll. They were arguing over something kinda trivial. Their father and how he hadn't been in contact for awhile.

Dean of course had been on their father's side and Sam had taken the opposing. It was getting heated, they weren't paying attention and the ghost had snuck up on them. Sam felt partly responsible. He was supposed to be watching Dean's back, not fighting.

"Oh...was it bad?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No...it...wasn't bad," he lied. "It was just...a stupid argument," He finished with a half hearted shrug.

Dean nodded a little. "Okay...well...I'm glad," he smiled.

He then punched Sam's arm. "And you're a bitch for not telling me."

Sam chuckled and rubbed his arm. "Jerk."

Sam pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the motel they were staying at. It wasn't five stars and the pool had what he assumed were just clumps of dead leaves. But the beds and sheets were clean, the carpet wasn't covered in suspicious stains.

He pulled into the spot in front of their room and turned the car off. Dean raised an eyebrow at the flickering motel sign and the fading paint before his gaze landed on Dean.

"It's...what we can afford," Sam supplied as he got out of the car.

Dean followed and Sam fumbled with the keys before he got the door open and stepped out of the way to let Dean inside.

Their duffel's were strewn about on the floor from when Sam came back after taking Dean to the hospital. Weapons on one bed, the other hardly slept in.

"Dude...way to keep it clean," Dean chuckled as he began clearing the guns off the bed. "Thought you knew better Sammy."

"You...remember this?" Sam asked, closing the door of their room. "Those?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Dean asked. "We hunt the bad guys."

"Nothing...don't worry about it," Sam answered, shaking his head. "Why don't you shower? I'll straighten up."

Dean nodded a little and went over to his duffel, rooting around for a change of clothes and going into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Sam made quick work of cleaning up and made the beds and ran a hand through his hair. He felt bad for lying to Dean. They were brothers...not...not boyfriends. They didn't kiss, or hold hands. What he felt for Dean was wrong.

He dropped his head into hands. God, what was he supposed to do now? Not when Dean looked so happy.