Hello, Supernatural fandom! I am so excited to publish this! This is my first Supernatural fanfic, though I've done some for another fandom. If you are a reader from my One Piece fanfictions, you can go to my profile page to figure out why I'm doing this and what happened.

In the mean time, I don't want to hold this up too long, I hope y'all like this! I worked hard on it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or, at least, background plot. All rights go to Eric Kripke and the other writers of the Supernatural show.

Blinding light practically stabbed Dean in the eyes. An annoying buzzing noise vibrated through his head as the painfully bright rays scorched him. The next sensation he felt was a bed underneath him, but it was much too hard to be from his mattress in the bunker.

'Am I in a motel?' He thought to himself, but he had no memory what-so-ever of going off on a hunt. In fact, he couldn't exactly tell which memory he had was the closest to the present. Yes, it's true that the memory of him luring Sam away from college was before they released Lucifer, logically speaking, but now, as he was readjusting himself, all of his memories seemed like they all strangely happened at once, or… at least in a couple of short months… It was, truly, the strangest feeling Dean had ever experienced.

The world seemed like it was suspended in a reality that existed of just blinding light and throbbing pain until Dean suddenly heard voices. Strange voices, like they were speaking to him while he was underwater.

After a while he could finally understand them, though they still sounded a bit strange. "Mr. Winchester…? Mr. Winchester…!"

"He's conscious! He's regained consciousness!"

"Quick! Go get the doctor! Hurry!"

"Okay!"

Far away, muffled footsteps could be heard. Dean couldn't take it anymore, he needed to see what was going on. So, with great effort, he pried his eyelids open. At first, the throbbing, buzzing noises increased and his head felt like it was about to explode, but Dean kept his eyes open out of determination.

Suddenly, the blinding, white light turned into shapes. And after a while, he saw a young woman's face hovering in front of him. "Sir?" Where was that voice coming from? "Sir?"

Was that her?

"Sir?" Dean could now see her almost completely and could tell she was definitely talking to him. "Can you hear me?"

Dean just stared at her for a moment, not knowing what to do or what to say. After what seemed like forever, he finally muttered, "Wheh…s m..ah brah…der?" 'Damn, Dean… You sound terrible…' he cursed to himself, 'That probably didn't make any sense at all to her.'

"Oh, no, sir," The young woman said. "Don't try to speak, okay? You've been asleep for a very long time, don't try to strain yourself." She then took his hand in hers and continued. "How 'bout this, I'll answer whatever questions you have once the doctor comes and checks on you, okay?"

Dean squeezed the woman's hand as he tried again, "S… ammy… Whe-re… is m-y… brah… bro-ther…?"

"No, Mr. Winchester, don't speak! I can't afford you to strain yourself until we can see what your condition is!" the woman pleaded.

"Sa…mmy… Where's… Sam…?" He asked again, this time more persistent.

The woman just stared at him for a while, until sighing and saying, "He's fine, Mr. Winchester… He's just fine…"

Dean, satisfied with getting his answer, then smiled and loosened his grip on the woman's hand. "Tha…t's… good… Very… good…" He couldn't believe how extremely tired he felt. And once he realized that there were people suddenly swarming around him, he slipped back into unconsciousness.

After waking up again a little while later, Dean was questioned on his condition and how he was feeling. It felt like an endless interview that he definitely wasn't prepared for. He then was brought into a room where a series of different tests were performed on him. After that, a nurse brought him back to his hospital room where the hunter was changed into more comfortable clothes and was left alone and confused.

About an hour and a half later, a young nurse came into the room and sat in the chair next to him as she started to talk to him sweetly. "Hey, Mr. Winchester, how are you?"

Dean hesitated for a moment as he took in her blue scrubs with dark, short hair. "Good, good… Um… it's Dean… I'd rather to be called 'Dean' than Mr.-"

"Oh, I'm sorry…!" The nurse apologized quickly, leaving them in an awkward silence.

"Were you that… woman beside my bed when I woke up?" Dean finally asked.

The nurse nodded, "Yes! I was!" She smiled, as if liking that Dean remembered her. "I'm Clara…"

The hunter nodded slowly, "Ah…! Nice to meet you, Clara."

Another awkward silence fell over them before Clara spoke up, "I said I was going to answer any questions you had."

"Oh, yes!"

"So, do you have any questions? I know that can be forgotten while you're in the complicated mess of waking up."

"Oh, yeah… Well, I guess, first question is, what happened to me? Why am I here?"

Clara looked surprised. "No one told you?"

"No, was I supposed to know?"

"Well, you at least were supposed to have been told," Clara answered. "You were in a car accident."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed. "I was what!?" A sudden jolt passed through him of worry for his brother. What could have happened to him? If he had gotten hurt, wouldn't that mean that Sammy got hurt as well? A small part of him wondered if his Baby was all right, but most of his worries were centered on his brother's well-being.

"Yeah, pretty bad one, too." Clara continued, "Drunk driver, not your fault in my opinion. A truck rammed right into the back of your car, you hit your head on the steering wheel and got such a nasty concussion that put you into a coma."

"A coma? So that's what you meant by me being asleep…! Wait… what did you mean by a long time, though?" Dean asked.

"Dean," Clara paused. "You've been in a coma for ten months."

A tense, deafening silence suddenly flooded the room. "T-Ten months…?"

All Clara did was nod. Dean put a hand on his forehead as he let it settle in his mind. "And Sammy, my brother, he's okay?"

"Yeah, he's okay. We're contacting him now, telling him you woke up."

"And my Baby?" Dean asked, looking at the nurse again.

"Your… baby? Like… your son?" The nurse tried to clarify.

"What? No, my car!"

"Oh…!" Clara paused before chuckling. "Yeah, your brother made sure it was fixed. He would come here every day and talk to you, ya know. That's one of the things he would talk about: how he fixed your car and how he couldn't wait for you two to ride in it together again." The nurse smiled, like she thought the story was nice and sweet. "He would also talk about how he wanted, when you woke up, to drive around the country in that car with just you two and your friend, Cass… Just like you guys did when you were teenagers…" The young nurse sounded distant and longing, almost as if she wanted to do something like that too, or as if she wished she had done that as a teenag- Wait… what?

"Wait, what do you mean, just like we all did as teenagers? He was only talking about me and him, right? Not with my friend, Cass?" Dean asked, trying to clarify. It would be kind of understandable if it was just him and Sam, except for the fact that they never did that alone when they were teenagers. But with Cass, too? They didn't even know Cass, then!

"No… He was definitely talking about when you were around sixteen, you, your friend, and him, would do all of these silly adventures," Clara said, which made Dean freeze. "Like, he would talk about when you all would play this game where you would ring someone's doorbell, run, then see how they would respond. And how, once when you did that, an old man ran out of his house with a gun and chased you all into the woods where you hid there for three days."

Dean started to feel his heart pound and his breath quicken. "N-No, you must've misheard him…!"

Clara's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "I don't think I would have misheard that entire, detailed story."

"Th-Then… you must have misheard the part about Cass being there…!" The hunter had no idea why he was so extremely scared, he knew that story wasn't true, but… Why would Sam tell that story? If Sam had really said that, he must have gone insane after the car accident.

"No, he was definitely talking about him. He was in almost every story your brother told." There was a long pause and all that could be heard in the room was Dean's nervous pantings. "Dean, are you alright?"

"None of those stories make sense, Clara," Dean finally answered. "Sam and I stayed cooped up in motel rooms our whole childhood as our dad went out hunting. And Cass, we hadn't even met the guy until I was in my thirties."

Clara's eyes widened and she seemed to be getting quite scared now. Then she said something that made Dean's heart stop, "Dean, you, and your friend, Cass, are childhood friends."

For a minute there, the hunter thought he might stop breathing. "Wh-What are you talking about!?"

"Dean, do you seriously not remember?" Clara's voice sounded very afraid now as she stood to her feet.

"Remember? There's nothing to remember about that because it didn't happen!" Dean snapped.

With that, Clara ran out of the room screaming for Dean's doctor. And he was left in confusion, but mostly fear. He would have thought it was complete crazy-talk if the nurse hadn't said it came from Sam's mouth directly.

After a while, Clara ran back into the room with the doctor that had been helping him earlier. Dean sighed as he could tell what was coming next. They were going to ask him questions again, weren't they?

"Mr. Winchester, I've heard you're experiencing some memory gaps," the doctor said in an uncomfortably calm voice.

"Memory gaps!?" Dean repeated. "No, I remember everything perfectly!"

"Okay, okay. I just need you to answer a few questions for me, then," the doctor said.

"I'm not answering any more of your dumbass questions, ya son of a bitch!" Dean snapped. The doctor's face turned grim with a hint of frustration. "At least not until I can speak to my brother!"

"Sir, these questions are very important to your well-being. Now if I may-"

"No! Not until I see my brother!"

The man stood staring at him for quite a long time, until he sighed and said, "Very well. Your brother is already on his way. He wanted to see you immediately once he found out you were awake." The doctor then turned to Clara and whispered something in her ear before she ran out the door.

Dean swung his arms up as he said in exasperation, "Thank you!" And without another word, the doctor left him, once again, in lonely silence.

Around two hours later, though it felt like two-thousand years, Dean could hear someone running frantically down the hall. Suddenly, a very tall, brown-haired man burst into Dean's hospital room. He held a very concerned, but extremely relieved, expression.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed in happiness. It was strange, because he really did feel like he hadn't seen his beloved brother in months.

Sam's worried face shifted into that of complete and utter joy. The next thing Dean knew, Sam was holding him in a tight embrace.

"I was so scared I might have lost you…!" Sam whispered in his ear, which made Dean hold his brother tighter. After several minutes, Dean forced the hug to stop and Sam sat down in the chair at the bedside. "How ya doin'?"

The hunter ran his hand across his face as he shook his head and said, "I don't know. This morning's…been pretty damn stressful."

"Yeah…." Sam nodded. "Waking up after ten months of being in a coma can be stressful."

"No, I mean…" Dean shook his head again as he stared at his brother. "The doctors here are…frickin' insane, Sammy."

Sam gave his brother a very confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean…" For some reason, Dean felt as if telling Sam about his problems would be a bad idea. But why would it? He probably was just being paranoid. "They think that we would go on adventures together as teenagers."

Sam's face became even more confused. "Yeeeaaah?"

"No, but we never did, like, pranks and stuff like that!" Dean tried to clarify.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as he said, "You can call what we did back then whatever you want, but – in my opinion – other people would definitely have called them pranks."

"What?" Now it was Dean's turn to be confused. "But we never did things like running up to someone's doorbell, ring it, and run away! And we certainly were never chased into the woods where we hid for three days, well, at least not because we were pranking someone."

Sam's eyes widened as his voice held a bit of fear. "Dean… how could you forget all of the times we played Ring and Run? We played that so much!"

Dean's breath hitched. "Wh-What…?"

"Yeah…. Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked.

"S-Sam… what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?"

Dean leaned forward in his bed. "Sam… we are hunters, right?" Sam's eyes widened with fear, but Dean kept going. "We fight monsters, we have been almost all our lives."

"Dean… what in the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, fear clear in his voice.

And that's when it hit Dean in the face, so hard he felt like Sam put a bunch of boulders in a bag and slapped him with it. Clara hadn't misheard Sam at all, he had been telling those stories. Now the only question was, which one of them was crazy?

"Sam… We… You don't think we fight monsters, do you?" Dean tried to clarify, though he could tell he did not want to know the answer to that.

"Dean… I don't think we don't fight monsters, I know we don't fight monsters," Sam finally explained firmly. The hunter felt himself slowly scooting away from his brother.

'This can't be happening…!' Dean thought to himself.

"Dean, you're a person who fixes cars for a living… I'm a lawyer…" Sam's voice held even more fear as he looked into his brother's green eyes. "Do you seriously think that we fight monsters?"

Dean didn't respond.

"Dean, monsters aren't real!" Sam finally stood to his feet. "Oh my god…! You do think that, don't you!?"

No response.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…!" Sam muttered as he left the room.

For some reason, Dean actually wanted for Sam to be the crazy one. He wanted to know that everything was how it was supposed to be, that even if Sam was crazy, there would be a way to fix it. He had help. And that everything was the same.

But then again, for some reason, he felt like Sam spoke the truth. That Sam was completely sane and he was the crazy one. Nothing was the same. Nothing...